Poetry
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Warden
Sometimes I feel small, Like I’m curling into a ball, As if making myself small, Will make life feel less threatening, Sometimes it feels like I’m being swallowed, Like my body is being hollowed, Into the darkness, I am swallowed,… Continue reading
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The Unnatural Order of Things
Trees sown in lines, Hallways of dark green, no end Lit by shreds of light, Bordered by blank blocks of grass, not a stone nor a bush in sight. A tidied space. Stray trees push through here and there, amongst… Continue reading
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Not Always Material
She sings in a field of grass, With pools of green and pockets of flowers, Her eyes are empty, like glass, She remains here, even in the dark hours, She waits for her love to return, She waits with a… Continue reading
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He Called it ‘Onomatapoetry’
Bubble bubble, beep beep, He’s awake and his coffee is on, Whistle whisssstle, screeeeam, His coffee is off, Step step, jingle, ker-chack, He’s off to work, Thunk thunk thunk, Off he goes, Grind, click, clack, His bike is gearing down,… Continue reading
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That Voice in my Head
Anxiety tells me to be scared, Anxiety tells me to be quiet, Anxiety tells me no one cares, Anxiety tells me I’m not worth it, Anxiety tells me to tremble and sweat, Anxiety tells me don’t make eye contact, Anxiety… Continue reading
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My First Haiku
Winter, they want me to write a haiku, Summer, I still don’t know how. Mini Rationale I think this was received as a ‘cop-out’ piece and I totally get that. The truth is, I had never written a Haiku… Continue reading
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I had to write a lot of Poetry
Poetry isn’t my strongest skill because I don’t understand how to refine them properly. Growing up, my idea was that the point of poetry was it to be raw and so I never did real editing. I might tweak things… Continue reading
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Writing Prompt: Foreclosure
When I was younger, I moved a lot, Home was not a house, not a place, not a single spot, But I wanted that room, that place I always knew, I wanted my own space, known by few, But that’s… Continue reading
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AT: Portfolio Task #6
| Portfolio Piece: Poetry – Looking Inside | She’s so small, curled up in that dark pit, She isn’t as tall as I thought I would be, Sometimes she looks up at me and asks ‘is this it?’ I don’t recognise that face,… Continue reading
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