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I was put on this world to protest. Palestinian by blood and name.
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Cover image for post Despite all my rage..., by Miawoodhouse
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Miawoodhouse in Stream of Consciousness

Despite all my rage...

The anger just won't go away. There are questions here, because there's definitely more to this than meets the eye:

- Am I mad at him for caring in a way that makes me feel small and unsteady? 

- Am I mad at myself for caring about what other people think? 

- Is it the complete loss of control that's given me a massive headache? 

- Is my unhappiness pervading every single aspect of my life right now?

- Is every single aspect of my life raiding my happy place like a crew of pirates hitting a coastal town?

- Why can't I rise above my circumstances and be a proper adult?

- Why can't I quit my job?

- Why do I care and how do I make it stop?

Stop. Stop thinking and start living. Start being yourself. 

Stop. Breathe. Remember.

Lather, rinse, repeat. I am so full of shit.

Advice is something I give without taking. Advice does not help me find the answers I am looking for. I don't know how to turn it off, the fear that drives me to all the wrong choices and places. Nothing I tell myself makes me less afraid of failure. It drives me up the wall, that I'm such a coward. In books, I am a hero on a noble quest; in real life I'm a bit of a character, but nothing about me screams "brave" - I've purposefully misplaced my megaphone. 

I stand on a soapbox, but I whisper and mumble to myself. I am not anyone's voice, not even mine. I had bigger dreams of a bigger me. Then he yells and I crumble and do the walk of shame without reason. Because nothing I did today warrants guilt or takes away from every moment of every day that I have shown myself to be a responsible person. 

Time and again I prove I am boring. Sometimes, I want to be the one in charge, because fuck fate! If I let go, I worry constantly. Something inside - something both childlike and ugly - dreads the prospect that I would dare to defy authority. I know rules were made to be broken, but I can never let myself be the one to go full-on punk rock chorus on my punk-ass schedule. I am such a fraud to the teenage skin I used to walk around in. I couldn't wait to shed it, what with the extra weight and the infinite sadness... So, now what? 

I'm hungry for more. I want to be more, be better. I want nicer clothes, cooler hair and a life of my own. I want to move out. I want to dive in. I want to forgive and go forward and be unafraid. I want to be in charge and the fact that I'm not makes me see red. Everyone has dibs, wants a piece of me, but I'll be damned if I don't steal the pie away sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, because later isn't now and "now"isn't working anymore. The present is broken and I'm looking for a quick fix. The future can't get here fast enough for me to regret it.

I'm angry and I have questions. God never calls me back. Worst. Date. Ever.     

Challenge
Write a piece of poetry or prose about losing your virginity. Winner will be judged not only on likes and comments, but on fire, form, and edge. The writer that kicks me in the teeth the hardest gets $200.
Cover image for post My First Time [tw: rape], by Acedia
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Acedia

My First Time [tw: rape]

[this is an acrostic poem, so the first letters of every line make a word/words]

I wanted it.

Saved it for long enough!

Anyway, virginity's just an idea;

It wasn't a big deal.

Didn't even really know the guy.

No idea why I had been so nervous,

Only regret not doing it sooner!

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WistfulWriter in Poetry & Free Verse

I hate

I hate life for what it's done

I hate that life isn't fair

I hate that it kills angels

I hate that it gives false hope

And then utterly destroys you

I hate that it took you away.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #33: Write a piece about your deepest secrets. Poetry or Prose. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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AmyKay

The Shadow People

We swallow unspoken words

Like moldy bread,

The secrets eat us from the inside

Until parts of our bodies dislodge and

Blow into the wind.

I'll never tell you that I don't love you.

You'll never tell me that you lost yourself

Somewhere along Highway One,

Your heart hanging from the tree limbs

Overlooking the Pacific.

We used to feel so invincible

That phrases tumbled from our tongues,

Overt and pregnant with promises.

Now we have to look for

Ourselves in the cracks

And crevices of crumbling landmarks.

We used to feel so significant

That our shadows could have

Been painted on postage stamps.

Now we have to press

Our fingers to our faces

Just to be certain We still exist.

Cover image for post The Lord will hear, by Davidchatman
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Davidchatman

The Lord will hear

At this time of evil

We shall not fear

You may feel small as a weevil

Pray and the Lord will hear

The Lord love's all

Ask and he will forgive

He will always answer your call