For Practice

Poetry and Writing by WPS. Primarily for practice and to archive improvement and encourage me to keep writing. If there is a topic you'd like me to write on, send me an ask. If there is a writing challenge you'd like me to try, do the same. If you want to write something together, let me know.

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Cats and Conscience

I haven’t done this in a while, unplanned prose, just to think. I haven’t forced myself to think in a long time. Instead, I’ve been pretending I’m too busy with work and school In general, I haven’t written in a while. Writing forces me to deal with my sins and acknowledge all my lies. Do I confess them now, with my pen? The page will be my priest and these four walls surrounding me will shrink and be a private wooden box, from which I can leave afterwards and pretend my confession didn’t effect me. And I don’t think it ever has. My conscience hasn’t challenged me since I was a child. I joke that I’m Naoya, a devil incarnate of Cain. I can kill my brother and then challenge my father with the question: “Am I my brother’s keeper?”. When I was a small child, and my cat was just a kitten. I put my palm in front of her face and wrapped my fingers around her skull; fascinated. My mother looked at me, “What are you doing?”. I told her, her head is so small. So is my hand, but I feel like I could crush it. Her ears were pulled back, but she didn’t seem scared and per purring didn’t cease. -WPS-

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Lonely, I Guess.

Lately I only have sex When I'm lonely and bored

And I haven't head sex in a month Which just makes me lonely, bored, and sad.

I once walked 10 miles After my parents went to bed Just to be with you by 2 a.m.

Twenty minutes later I walked 10 miles home To be back before they get up for work.

It wasn't magical. It never was with you.

We never did more than kiss To save the rest for Jesus.

But I don't think Jesus is into men. Which is unfortunate Because I am

I don't think the Kingdom of Heaven is for me. But at least I've been chaste for a month To prove to an Angel That I'm free

--WPS--

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The River Styx

I never crossed the river But I swear I’m in hell; Pretending if I cross sticks In heaven, I’ll dwell.

-WPS-

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Julian Date 002

I hate him. He is lazy and pretentious. I hate him. I feel as though I should be moved toward violence against him. I am not. I’m not a particularly peaceful person and I don’t fear any sort of consequences. However I am certain violence wouldn’t satisfy me. If he were dead, and it’s uncertain whether or not he is, or if he were simply no longer in my life, I would still be dissatisfied by him.

If I were to successfully reveil myself in ignorance over him, I would still remain dissatisfied – This time over the ambiguous void the lack of him leaves in me. I will always be dissatisfied. I was once completely - so completely - content with this fact. Dissatisfaction kept me on my toes, bettering myself, and yearning toward truth.

I have found no truth and I am in pain. There is no satisfaction in what is dissatisfying, and life is so dissatisfying. Instead I yearn for satisfaction despite the well-hidden circumstances and conclusions found in it. I want it and need it. It terrifies me. What will happen once I am satisfied? Will I become complete in brokenness? I’d rather death be my lord than an unworthy, benevolent void.

--WPS--

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I haven't fallen away from writing, I just realized my poetry was super hit and miss and I wanted to develop more. I've still been writing poetry. However I focused on a novella. I got about 23000 words down before something bad happened and I needed to leave the story and I recently finished a short story that I submitted for pending publication. I feel better about my prose than poetry. Anyway, for reasons, It's 3 am and I will not be going to sleep for many many more hours. So I need my few followers to reblog me or answer my question in order to inspire me. Please, reblog with or message me a story. As long as you can make it. If anon, you can just number the posts something more creative than 1 to 2. Ya know, logistics. Anyway. Tell me story. Not for content for me to write on, but for inspiration primarily around creating characters. I need experiences that I can put into a grab bag to determine a characters essence and to determine how they behave in different scenarios, not just how I want them to behave. Ya feel? Help me develop my writing.

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Keep that Fucker Runnin'

Keep that fucker Runnin' Stop that rhythmic Hummin' Waste of breath Waste of Space Breathing in Shallow depth With shallow haste

Feelin' awful as fuck All but givin' up Walkin into sin Walkin al fin Trampled all over Rambling rover Never getting over Feelin' so sober

Wormwood and Calea Lucid dreaming All of ya Never just high- Always high as fuck Never forcin' it Must be so unfortunate To have been And be Anyone but me Child can't you see Runnin' immortality Is my game Not really stayin' sane Since back when I was Cain Now I'm makin' it rain Literally Control the Earth Renewed Rebirth

Since I'm being terse Know I wrote this curse So you'd learn every verseAnd stop workin' towards first

So come on Jump on Follow me Stay in line Behind me, Diety

Keep that fucker Runnin' Stop that rhythmic Hummin' Waste of Breath Waste of Space Breathing in Shallow depth With shallow haste --WPS--

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Close Faucet: the rain

Assimilation Automation Body-Temple; Falling Nation Lower blue skies, Exchange for green. Burning Meadow Exchange for snow, Flatten Mountains; Close Faucet: the rain. Cover Green skies //Black Clouds. Rain falls River's dry Earth cries Rivers rise Close Faucet: the rain.

Deer March Soldiers Prance Become parched Yet Close Faucet: the rain. Soldier pride Falling Nation End ride All died Fall behind Two steps ahead now rolling heads.

Assimilation Automation Body-Temple; Falling nation

--WPS--

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I Didn't Give You Myself

I didn't give you Myself for you to kidnap And snatch me away.

Remember, you left Before I could slip away And leave you without.

Yet I came to love Grey, black clouds with you midday Than I could myself.

--WPS--

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Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror On the wall Tell me I'm beautiful And wanted And needed

Son and Daughter On the floor Get up, thou Disfigured Soul You are unwanted You satisfy no need

Mirror Mirror On the wall Show me my imperfections

Son and Daughter Standing tall You are gods

--WPS--

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"Can I Buy You a Drink?"

Mortality - I deny With every day that I don't die That's a "truth" that I live by. Like every Truth, it's a lie. More than Survival, Religious Revival.

"Keep your head down - Simply lie low". I'd rather die though. "Keep your high, yo!" I'd rather die though.

I've got big plans don't give a damn More than a Man I'm a Saint Covered in the Paint - That is my blood - Red River floods - That's my love.

Chance at forgiveness from God above But for what? "Man, She's a Slut!" Says the faithful Cheater Child Beater The one who sees Her with lustful thoughts Like you were taught "I was Just Caught A Trap! Unfounded Bad wrap!"

You fucking raped Her! You're the reason, Don't you see, For Mortality With a Vengeance. Justfully He will end this life you call your own like you ended Hers: With a bad line and an invitation home.

--WPS--

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Her Life: Her Song

As my sister lied in the hospital bed I swear she mumbled how she’d rather not be dead. She slipped me a letter to explain why, hoping tomorrow she’d still be alive.

Images disguised as words, Sister, pretend you have never heard The voices dancing inside your head. There were so many things She wished they had never said:

“To live any longer is absurd. A better life – for what you yearn But Honey, you know you’ll never learn. So listen up, as I befriend. My voice, constantly sweeter, never ends. So let me in, It’s not so much a sin to hate your body, your father, your friends. Listen to me, it will no longer bother Once you’re six feet under And forget your life: your blunder”

I looked up and she was gone. Thus ends her life: her lovely song.

--WPS--

[lizzyem]

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I do not love you like a symphony

I do not love you like a symphony.

I did not come to love you

In the same way I fall asleep.

  My love for you was not a sudden epiphany.

I do not love you like a spring morning’s dew,

That saturates and runs deep.

  I do not love you like a metaphor,

Emotional extravagance, I abhor.

  I do love you.

Carefully decided, I love you.

Infallibly logical, I love you.

Not without great difficulty, I love you.

Faithfully and surely, I love you.

  I won’t always show it well,

But I love you.

The only way I know how,

I love you.

--WPS--

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Realizing When You're Wrong

I decided That we were too different That we weren't going to make it

So to prove my point I gave you some paper And we both wrote what we wanted I wrote: I want to feel free I want to not be alone I want to be alone, sometimes.

I want to see the world I want to hold my future in the palm of my hands I want to be alone, sometimes.

I want something different A new challenge everyday I want it to be easy

I want it to be hard I want to be alone, sometimes.

...

I stopped my list Because You were just smiling You told me you wanted the same ...

Your list read: "I want you."

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Paper Airplanes

Paper airplanes Always fall harder and Faster than They're worth.

Painstakingly folding All the while holding An ex- pec- -tatation; That they will fly high And dive And zip And zoom.

And Steal You Away

But it never Goes That way.

--WPS--

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My goal

For the rest of the week (9/6-9/13) I'm going to try to post one piece a day. I write about half that often but never post it. Hopefully that will help. I also have a solid 10 followers and I believe I already personally know 3 of them, so their support is different that random people deciding to support my writing.

Anyway, I support anon questions/suggestions/criticisms. It's all good because the entire point of this blog is to force me to better my writing.

I always support topic suggestions or collaborations. Whatever.

Keep me accountable if you like my shit enough.

Thanks,

WPS

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Breathless

Breathless Asbestos occupying my lungs Like it was Wall Street; A fight you will never beat. You were the last thing I ever wanted to meet. Pretend You're nothing to me. Descend. Destructive personality. I only wanted to be Everything (you already saw in me). Internal anarchy Yet you still believe That somehow I'm the Diety I've always claimed to be.

--WPS--