Nov 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Emotion
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Chair

That chair--to my right.
Its left.

It's lonely, crying,
all alone.
It really wants
someone to sit on it.
Really, really badly.

Its seat is smooth, 
curved.
Its back is straight and loyal;
so eager to please

It's just there.

Begging, pleading,
"Please,
please sit upon me."
Nov 11
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Gone - Cento Poem

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. 
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood;

You only have to let the soft animal of your body
And you may see me cry--
These fragments I have shored,
they shake the mountains when they dance.

My working week and my Sunday rest,
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
No one leaves me, I'm the one that chooses.

You may trod me in the very dirt,
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear!
If all the soul-and-body scars,
the terrible faces, 
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, 

Your absence has gone through me. 

(Thanks to VictoryTheGreat for the idea! Also, this is the link where I found these lines: http://www.buzzfeed.com/sarahgalo/measuring-my-life-with-coffee-spoons#....)
Nov 09
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Red Dolphins

I saw a red dolphin the other day.
But to my dismay,
he ran away!

So I followed him down
all around town,
where I met his young daughter, Vloo.

And on her feet, she wore a blue shoe
because this peculiar type of dolphin has feet, too.
Then I asked her to do dance, and she said "Please do!"

So dance I did, 
but then suddenly I hid
for the meanest, baddest, criminal on the grid

appeared in this little western hamlet!
But onto him (only for this dolphinian lass), I proclaimed deadset,
"You have met your match, yet!"

Then draw we our handsome guns,
but suddenly the village nuns
gave us each a sticky bun.

And unfortunately, I left on my way
and to the town's dismay,
I left 'em with Bobby Flay.
Nov 08
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Barbie's Camping Trip (Gone Wrong) pt. 1


(Story might not be suitable for younger readers.)

As you might have guessed from the title of the story, Barbie has had the wonderful idea of going camping for three weeks, surrounded by serenading birds, fresh air, and awe-inspiring views. Ken, being a dutiful boyfriend (and the manliest of men, of course), he naturally had to go along and play the role of Survivalist Guy. 

However, the only thing Ken had found himself surrounded by was the awful, crooked serenade of Barbie's constant whining about wanting to take take a shower or get her nails done or go to the spa or how her gray roots were showing so she needed to dye her hair again, so he simply swallowed some poisonous berries he had found while going to get some water. So here we are, four hours later. . .

 


4:19 p.m.

Nov 08
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The Legacy of Nellie Bly

Nov 07
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Storyteller

Whenever I write a story that's really meaningful, it feels like rather than creating it, you are portraying it, sometimes mixing in a bit of your own heart and what you believe. What I mean by that is that the story was already there, but I am just playing the role of storyteller. You have to discover it, and get to know and meet the characters instead of popping them in there without knowing anything. They'll tell you their personalities and what happened to them, and they'll tell you about their world. Maybe a few facts about them will come into your head at any sporadic moment in time, sometimes during a dream or when you're listening in class. Or maybe in the middle of playing a sport. Who knows. It's up to them to give little bits of themself and their world up, they don't have a schedule.
Nov 05
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Maple Tree - Haiku

Nov 05
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Farm Rain - Haiku

Nov 03
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Ocean House

In the middle of the sea, lied a big white house on an island. It was partially engulfed by a large cedar tree, which all of the island's seventeen seagulls would roost on daily.

However there was one special seaguull who was called Rudy by the house's single occupant, a seven-year old girl. Whenever she called to him, he would come swooping down riding swiftly upon the wind currents, carrying a letter from her grandmother. Other times, she would put on her wings and soar for a long time over the ocean with him. 
Nov 02
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Limerick of Sally-Lue

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