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GraceCroken
You can't breath - so you write
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GraceCroken

Birds

And I got all this power

Boiling up inside of me

And I can't help but scream

And scream and scream

And their's nothing good in this life no more

All anybody seems to do is let each other down

Let go of each other hands

Woman leave for another man

Children cry as their dads walk out the door

Buildings crash to the floor

And all the birds

Fly away

In a cloud

of blackened haze

From the field

They emancipate

From their rusted chains

I can't help but listen to their words

Listen to the politicians l speak about our corrupted world

But no body seems to do a things

Only complain about the things we can change

Shoutout about religion and color and preference and pain

Refusing to see that all humans are built the same

War surrounds our tiny towns

Poverty is the mayors name

They say that lack of education is the one to blame

But who's fault is that?

Our teachers didn't teach us well

We can't learn what we hasn't been taught

Except ethics and morals is somthing we should know

Somthing we learn from our own broken hearts

And all the birds

fly away

In a cloud

of blackened haze

From the field

They emancipate

From their rusted chains

I can't help but listen to their words

Listen to the politicians speak about our corrupted world

But no body seems to do a things

Only complain about the things we can change

Shoutout about religion and color and preference and pain

Refusing to see that all humans are built the same

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GraceCroken

Best Friend

She wasn't a high maintenance machine

Which was absolutely perfect for you

'Cause you sucked at returning phone calls

And making plans to get together

And half the time you totally forgot that there was an actual world out there

beyond your notepads and pencils

You took her for granted

And weren't always nice

And you had a tendency to think that you were better

But it was your heart that was covered in ice

She could have left you

Waved goodbye and vanished

But for some reason she stayed

Even after learning about your perpetual rain cloud

And all the little demons that

Lived inside

She stayed

Year after year she lived by your side

Cheering you on

Helping you stay hopeful and happy and alive

And after all the hours you two spent

It only occurred to you now

That she may have been

your very best friend

Challenge
Write an entire story in only six words.
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GraceCroken

The Mixtape

You ruined those songs for me.

Challenge
If you were on your death bed, what would your last words be in ten words or less?
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GraceCroken in Poetry & Free Verse

I lived without fear and I will die without fear.

Challenge
Write the most frightening word you know. No titles juat a word.
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GraceCroken in Poetry & Free Verse

Goodbye.

Challenge
Write what you think your purpose in this world is using only one word. No titles. The most thought-provoking wins!
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GraceCroken in Poetry & Free Verse

Question. 

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #22: Write about your nightmares. Minimum 10 word - Maximum 250 words. 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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GraceCroken

The Nightmares That You Gave Me

In my greatest time of need

You promised you would never leave

But you were the one who caused this

Now I’m just a carcass

An empty shell of a person

It’s beginning to worsen

And I can hardly breath.

1...2...3...

And I can hardly see.

1...2...3...

On the count of three.

1...2...3...

Cock! Pop! Blow!

And now I'm laying on the ground

Velvet blood spills all around

My head is pounding like a heartbeat

Why do I still have a heartbeat?

I should be up with the angels

What happened to my morals?

And now look at me.

4...5...6…

I must be really sick.

4...5...6…

When I count to six.

4...5...6…

Maybe you’ll walk in the door...

And this is all because of you

Must have had a guru

Drove me to this madness

It’s become your habit

Maybe now you’ll see

What you did to me

This is my nightmare.

But I’m not in my nightwear

Wish that I could wake up

This blood is only makeup

But I guess it’s too late

The wound looks far too ornate

7...8...9...10...

And now I’m lying dead...

7...8...9...10...

Thanks to a sickness in both our heads...

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