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Nkiruka
The Best Is Still To Come--Nkiruka
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What is the job of a poet?
Any format.
Nkiruka

A poet

To bleed onto paper and act like we aren't hurting;

To soap up our pain and make something pretty with the stain;

To hide things behind metaphors and similes.

As poets we describe feelings we can’t name

and write moments we can’t remember.

We feel too much of what others have forgotten

and so we try to remind them

of what it feels like to walk

around with your heart

beating in your

hands.

Challenge
bottle rocket
let it all out, sadness, anger, happiness, fear. right here. because therapy is overrated
Nkiruka

There is nothing to let out

The pressure is gone.

An equilibrium was reached where everything turned into nothing.

Where a moment of too much shifted to a life of nothing at all.

Where eerie silence overpowers the noise that ring in my ears.

The fuel tank is empty—the rocket will not fly

Though the paint has yet to chip, the parts have rusted.

It's worth nothing—cannot achieve flight—so it just stands.

So I stand.

Nkiruka

I wonder what all I could do—what all I could achieve.

if only I talked like I thought

if only i wrote what I felt instead of editing away paragraphs to create something they won’t choke on.

Oh how many notebooks would I fill—how many books would I write—if I didn’t worry about those who would never truly try to understand...

If I didn’t worry about those who would jump to conclusions or those who will deny me kindness.

Man fear what they don’t understand and they hurt what they fear.

i fear misunderstanding and I hurt myself.

Challenge
Hold it in, like medicine...
Write anything inspired by the prompt. Love the line and the rhyme and the matching syllables. I can't figure out where to go with it, so put me out of my misery and create some badassery.
Nkiruka

hold it in, like medicine

It's the disgusting sting on my tongue.

hold it in, like medicine

It's the burn in my throat

The sick in the back of my mouth

hold it in, like medicine

I've been given the wrong dose

The wrong pill. The wrong drug. The wrong cure.

hold it in, like medicine

But it destroys the natural harmony of my inner workings

It messes with my pH, triggers a fever;

It's killing me.

hold it in, like medicine

If I emptied my stomach onto to floor, my still pearly teeth would rot.

Spit would dribble down my clothes. I'd stink of vomit and natural digestive fluids. Eyes would draw to me, and they would see a mess instead of a victory.

I hold it in, like medicine

I keep the barf in the back of my throat. My nails break into my skin. I bite into my own tongue. The pain masks the acidic burn and the blood mixes with saliva. I pinch the sides of my mouth tight—none of that foul liquid will seep through.

No one will see.

hold it in, like medicine

Challenge
“Understanding others is knowledge, understanding oneself is enlightenment” - Tao Te Ching
Your take, your format. 300 word MAX.
Nkiruka in Stream of Consciousness

Understanding others is knowledge

To have knowledge, is to see the multifaceted world around you.

To see a world that doesn't revolve around you,

A world that would live on--albeit a little differently-- without you.

Knowledge is not hard to find

And knowledge is madness.

Understanding oneself is enlightenment

To be enlightened is to see yourself in all your glory,

It is a step above knowledge.

It's contentment in one's pivotal insignificance

And acceptance of flaws and scars, truth and pain.

Enlightenment is difficult

And enlightenment is peace.

Challenge
"No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness." ~Aristotle.
Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose. All prospective philosophers and aspiring lunatics invited.
Nkiruka in Philosophy

the greatest minds are riddled with maddness,

the solution to anything is placed on a twisted gradient.

the farther you reach, the further you fall,

the deeper the waters, the darker its floor.

two steps forward, one step back...

Intelligence and Apathy are a double act,

followed by the Finale Act.

Challenge
Kids these days
Just write from your perspective, be you young or old! Have fun!
Nkiruka

The Point

Kids these days are kids.

Everyone was once seens as "kids these days"

Kids these days aren't perfect;

But they never have been.

Parents these days aren't perfect:

But they never have been.

We are all trying and that's the point.

Challenge
Pen to the Paper 3
Write with no plan. Sit down and write a story, a poem, a "mind-wandering," with absolutely no plan in mind. I find myself doing this a lot, and I want to see what your stories that have not been planned out look like. After writing the first draft, you can revise it however many times you like.
Nkiruka

Icarus

It was late in the night.

The moon was high in the spotted night sky.

It was then my mind reflected on the power of the sun.

The sun, a force of nature, the giver of life on earth.

An ever burning mass of gas and fire.

And as my mind does, it wandered from there to the story of Icarus.

Son of Daedalus the master craftsmen and creator of the labyrinth that held minotaur.

Young Icarus underestimated the all-powerful sun.

He trod on her domain, trespassed on a sacred land that did not belong to him.

Icarus flew under the sun fearlessly and foolishly.

Ignoring his father’s words of wisdom, he spread his wings out proudly.

He basked in the sunlight, letting his ego, and pride distract him from the softening wax.

Feathers fluttering off his wings flashed before my eyes.

Hot wax trailing down his legs burning his still fresh juvenile skin.

The feeling of fear piercing his heart as he falls into the ocean.

Feels the air rushing past him as he falls.

He goes limp, knowing there’s no escaping as he falls.

Eyes close knowing he has fallen.

Man’s fatal flaw.

Smart enough to fly.

Stupid enough to fall.

Challenge
"It's up to you to save the world!" "I guess the world is doomed then."
Please tag me! I am super exited to read all entires! Only one rule: keep it G or PG- PG13 for nongraphic violence at the most. Thank you!
Nkiruka

Sorry...

"It's up to you to save the world!"

That's all they yell. Calling me to fix their problems, not even lifting a finger to clean their messes.

Who chose me, huh? That's what I want to know. Why am I the one burdened with the lives of everyone? Why do I have to do it alone? They never asked me if I wanted to be the saviour. I just want to enjoy my life like everyone else. Is that really too much to ask?

I can't save everyone. And, even if I do, who's there for me. Who will save me when I'm dying on my knees, torn apart by my "destiny" that you cursed me with ? I have no one by my side yet I'm supposed to be there for everyone. The world has done nothing for me, yet I'm supposed to surrender everything for the world. That's just messed up...

I can't do it. I'm sorry. I'm just... tired. I'm sorry.

I know it's up to me to save the world, but I can't.

I guess the world is doomed then.

I guess, when the world is up in flames and about to crumble into ashes, you can blame me if it makes you feel better.

Challenge
Write a poem with the first line having 15 words, the second line 14, and so on until you reach 1 word
Write a poem with the first line having 15 words, the second line 14, and so on until you reach 1 word POEM MUST HAVE ONLY 15 LINES. I will decide on the winner. Keep it Pg Any topic TAG ME!
Nkiruka in Poetry & Free Verse

Lately, I have felt like I have been losing my touch, my connection with words.

It used to come to me so easily, like breathing, needing no prior instruction.

But here I am, staring vacantly at another white page, emotionlessly and uninspired.

I'm losing track of everything I thought I knew, letting doubts rule.

I feel myself slipping into the stillness, the shadows, the thoughts.

It feels like I am losing track of this reality.

Everything is everything, which is too much for me.

Writing doesn't feel the same; nothing does anymore.

I have many questions without their answers.

Right now, I'm a little confused.

I could use some help.

I am slipping away;

From the world,

My family,

Myself.

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