#writescreed

[matthew-pasquarello]

i wish i could say my condolences for your towers leaning, but heavy winds are far more interesting when strapping wings to debris of false prophets and upper management.

ghetto gets sunshine.

[karmaalwayswins]

Writing Prompts: July 14, 2024

"I woke up to the voice of the postman."

A chandelier reflected in a mirror.

Basketball uniform.

"A hammer should be a tool, not a prize."

False eyelashes and glitter.

Six men sit at a roulette table.

Electric bill, gas bill.

"That's my pen."

Educated guesses.

"We're out of the broccoli cheddar soup."

Bonus Photo Prompt:

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins

[env0writes]

Seven Ember Stories 9.21.22 “Morning Coughy”

There is something inside That wants to get out Scratching at the inside Of my throat ‘Til my voice bleeds dry Rasping like dullard door knockers A too eager dog begging to be let out Too afraid to sink with the ship To capsize with the captain The earthquake will crack me open Oozing from my ruptured shell For that piece within me Nurtured to grow

The coyote will gnaw In isolated desperation For its misguided sense Of some definition of freedom I will not be discarded By my expected expectorant

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[creatingnikki]

What we have is special, I have never felt this way before. It’s going to be us against the world, don’t you know? Let me, into your heart, my secrets and desires, pour. 

Now that we have met, I can show everyone else out the door. Let’s sit by the sea tonight and talk about our feelings from years ago. What we have is special, I have never felt this way before.

All your quiet quirks and rotting scars I adore. I, too, can’t wait to indulge you in all my woes.  Let me, into your heart, my secrets and desires, pour. 

It’s been a while since my butterflies have been restored.  I urge you to let those bloody shards and muffled voices go.  What we have is special, I have never felt this way before.

To not already say, ‘I love you’ has been a five-day war, Gradual affection, boundaries and passage of time, let’s forgo.  Let me, into your heart, my secrets and desires, pour. 

When you say no, I’ll call you a whore, But for now, let’s for 7 hours discuss Van Gogh.  What we have is special, I have never felt this way before. Let me, into your heart, my secrets and desires, pour.

— Every boy from a dating app ever // A villanelle 

[imperialhaiku]

Cause and effect, burn.

Time wilting the sun's harsh glare.

Ashes and past pains.

[dancing-on-the-waves]

I Wish Time

I Wish Time

I wish when you were little and still in dreamland I had finished reading to you Alice in Wonderland I wish when you were young and still in wonderment I had played with you, your dollies and stuffed bunnies in contentment I wish when you were yet very small and still I had taken you sledding down the hill

I wish when you were a little older I had been there to lend a shoulder I wish when you were a teen That at the jamboree we could have been a team I wish that when coming of age we had gone fishing And during the night that we upon a star been wishing

I wish when you ventured into adulthood I hadn’t missed out on so of your childhood I wish when you found another to take my place That I had spent more time with you face to face I wish as you grew older and find your way That I used more time to tell you I love you day after day

K. C. Barry

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Bury me with all of the poems I never wrote.

10 words for the breathless

[loverainy]

i'm always at war

with myself,

not you.

but when i failed

and got defeated,

i lose myself..

and you.

// l.s.t