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PizzaBox1
A silent figure, whose true identity wishes to remain unknown.... Who is full of words inside with nowhere to spill them....
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Paranormal Portal's 50th Challenge
Write a bone-chilling ghost story in 50 words or less.
PizzaBox1 in Paranormal
28 reads

She snapped out of it while doing her AP Biology homework. As soon as she was down, there was a rustling, and a ghost slithered out of her ears, leaving a fleshy corpse with empty eyes to type away.

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Challenge
Use 15 Words
Use only 15 words to describe how you're feeling right now. Tag me in the comments!
PizzaBox1
34 reads

disappointed

The hardening stomach lump of disappointment you get when overhearing the truth about a hero.

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Challenge
Who is...
Death. Who is death? Is it a person? Is it a girl, a boy, or a non-binary? Is it simply something that happens. Can death choose what it does? Write a short story or poem about someone coming to terms with death whether that means meeting death or just coming to term with the fact they are dying. Warning: Death and the lord or king of the dead are not the same things. One lords over the souls once they are dead and the other actually does the death thing. If your version of death is the king, queen, lord, lordess etc of the realm of the dead they can't be the devil, hades or something of the like.
PizzaBox1
76 reads

death

i kill an ant

and am not fazed

death does the same

and cries for days

death does not know

fear's trembling buzz

it knows its job

not what it does

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PizzaBox1
28 reads

i miss you

Did you remember my birthday?

It was a few months after you left

You wouldn’t want to come back now

It’d be like the dead rising

Wait, nevermind that

I’ve heard miracles call the people’s attention

Whether the story’s true

Or false

It took weeks for them to notice you were gone

For good

Mrs. A still sets aside homework

And notes packets

With your name on it

As if you are just on vacation.

So why would they care if you came back

I would, and so would your best friend

Is it more than that why you’ve stayed away

Is it

Reasons I should’ve picked up on?

Subtle hints and questions I’ve never asked?

I’m too young to have things haunt me

Maybe I should try texting you

I’m too afraid of what you’d say

You didn’t even tell us you were leaving

She did

Wasn’t even supposed to, were you

Waiting to see how long

Until someone noticed?

I could only really talk to you

Now I never really talk to anyone

It’s all superficial

I’m really not “okay”

My weekend wasn’t “good”

No one wants to hear the truth

I can’t read those books anymore

Remember the ones we laughed over?

The books we screamed about during plot twists?

You began to disappear

When I read ahead of you and

I no longer noticed you felt

Different

Than before, it sounds crazy, they’re

Just books- my favorite, actually

They sit on my shelf now

No longer readable but decoration

The next one comes out in November

I don’t really care anymore

Let the heroine die, let their universe collapse

It will all mend in the end

By the writer’s pen,

I’m no longer part of their story

And neither are you

Our friends are falling apart

The Table, remember?

Always sitting in the same spot

Next to the teacher’s table

The kind and responsible ones

That’s old news

You helped me make an island

A place of neutrality

Where you could be safe

And accepted

But now the rifts and tension

The gaps in friendships

That seemed unbreakable

When we were innocent sixth graders

Singing songs about

Rainbows, and ranch, and cordless mics

Every Tuesday.

We sang them together

And that’s the key phrase here

Because the last time I’ve sung them

Was with you

And only you

Everyone else was on their phone

Eating with their head down

Or laughing at the two girls who wanted

Things to go back to the way they used to be

We were shut down

At least I was, but you continued

To be happy and peaceful no matter what while

I let their negativity get to me

You sang about rainbows while

I sang about folding into a paper airplane

And flying off into the sunset

Where they crashed

And died

Was that why you left?

Or at least part of it?

I’ve changed now

I’m getting better

So where are you?

She misses you, you know

Your best friend is struggling

Can’t find her place

I think I’m the only person

Who notices that she’s changing

How she acts and reacts

Based on feedback from her actions

We’re all getting mad

She hates too much now

Hates our friends

My best friend lives far away and

It’s not the same

You need two, one for school

And then your old friend who knows

The depths of your heart.

She is trying for the wrong

New friend, and I can’t help her

See that

I’m suffering too

We leave for the 8th grade trip in a week

Last year, during the Chicago visit, we

Stuck together on the bus ride,

But this year you won’t be here

There are assigned buses anyways

We could’ve been roomates

After all, it was the two of us left over

Until I was taken by a group

That I don’t want to be in

Was that why you left?

Because I didn’t speak up?

Somehow you stopped me from becoming shy

Now that you’re gone

So many thoughts crowd my head

But I can’t seem to vocalize them

Talk about what I’m thinking

No one listens anyways

That’s why I’m writing

Not talking

I’m fading and you aren’t here to bring me back

Everyone else is fading too

Or burning the wrong color altogether

Are you fading, too?

Do you have someone new

To keep you there forever?

Even if you came back

It would all be different

I’m thirteen now,

Remember?

I miss you

please don't judge this. it makes me cry every time i read it. it is completely and utterly genuine.

#poetry #sad #cry #miss #friend

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Challenge
Take a well-known cliche and make it yours (micro poems only)
PizzaBox1
32 reads

Boiling

Watch it bubble,

Toil and trouble,

Stir the cauldron

On the double,

Pull Revenge out

From the rubble

Shave away the

Black-haired stubble

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Challenge
What is the most powerful thing you could ever say?
What do you think is the most powerful/ meaningful thing that could ever be said? Try not to use the words love or hate. Write 1 sentence please!
PizzaBox1
46 reads

She Rose

She rose, finding and putting back together the pieces of herself, because she knew who she was and who she could be and that nothing could stand in her way.

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PizzaBox1
31 reads

-ed

just

two marks

on the corpse

of healthy trees

make the difference

between i love and i

loved, i hope and i hoped, i

trust and i trusted. that's all

it is, really, but really that's

not what it

is

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PizzaBox1 in Micropoetry
27 reads

Giraffe on the Wall

It’s there:

Frozen in time,

So far away from home,

Shivering in Michigan air,

Waiting.

#cincain #giraffe

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Challenge
Feminism
Express your thoughts on feminism in any way and format you like.
PizzaBox1
51 reads

“We​ hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal”

"we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal"

men

not women

white

not black

so long ago

look

how far we've come

only in the last century

one word

of caution

for the few who listen.

in pushing

young women

ahead, who

is teaching

our boys

how to think

about female

emotions

instead of

taking

fierce women

for granted

there are

so few

gentlemen

left.

"we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal"

true

thats why

i'm hoping

that someone

will fight

for our

young boys

as well.

did you know

men feel

the same

amount of

emotions as

women, they

are just taught

to hide

and instinctively

toughen up.

but what about

the boys

who arent

born with

that instinct, and

when theyre hurt

or abused

or mocked

or bullied

or pressured

what do they do

they break inside.

broken glass

is more dangerous

than a window

unless

youre a bird.

"we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal"

lets fight

for our

boys too.

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Challenge
"I'm not sure why every leaf must die..."
Create a poem with this beginning.
PizzaBox1 in Poetry & Free Verse
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Person 1:

I'm not sure why every leaf must die.

The life of varmin is twice as long,

And while rats will bite and scratch and fight

Have leaves ever done anything wrong?

Person 2:

What universe are you living in?

The leaf's birth brings everyone pain

The allergies that come from the trees

Make me long for when they die again!

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