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Yolandie3
My story is still being written.
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A poem where each line begins with the consecutive letter of the alphabet
Each line of your poem must begin with a letter, starting with A, B, C, etc. Write about anything, I just think this would be an interesting poem
Yolandie3

Consequently

As soon as I left

Before she was there

Consequently, and simultaneously

Deafness fell upon you

Eager as I was to say

Few words describe how I felt

Go on, you say.

Have at me and let it out.

Instead I stand silently before you.

Joy stripped from my heart.

Killing all semblance of humanity.

Lost in unfathomable darkness.

My heart crumbles to dust.

Never again will I feel emotions.

Over and over I subjected myself to pain.

Promising, this time will be the last!

Questioning my sanity and ability to rationalize.

Risk factors negated all reward.

Somehow you managed to lure me back.

Traps set.

Unaware, though I should be, I'm caught.

Vicious cycle!

Wicked lies!

Xenophobia would have served me well as I know you not!

You've never been truthful, only wearing masks.

Zero love has been shared but my heart was left un-spared.

Challenge
Masculinity Week
If you're man enough. Define Manhood. If you're woman enough. Define Manhood. Do it with whatever form your hands can make words with. It's Masculinity Week on my calendar. So truthfully, I'm academically curious.
Yolandie3 in Stream of Consciousness

Tough Man

The rigid softness of his chest

Cradling her head

One arm a secure embrace

The other lovingly stroking

The hair of this stranger

Her tears soaked his shirt

A gentle shhhhh, overlapping her sobs

His strength, her comfort

Fast forward

Two months

Her soft embrace

Chest cradling his head

Arms security blankets to him

Releasing his burden of unnecessary strength

Tears drenching her dress

Her hushed voice calming

It's okay, it's okay.

Barring his soul

Sharing himself

He is tough.

Man.

Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXIX
Twisted Past. Choose an event from history and twist it - insert new characters, have it end differently, rewrite it as you see fit. The event you choose can be drawn from world history or personal history. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Yolandie3

Shoulder Glass

The paramedic collects the fragments

Amber and clear

From his shoulder

And that of the road

It was cold, icy

Couldn't see the truck coming

You should have been here by now

An eight hour drive

Michigan to Missouri

It's been twelve

It wasn't the plan

You wanted to confess

Your love, for me, to me

Repair our separation

A mistake

Now you knew

But without warning

Plans dashed

And so I will die too

Never knowing the love of you

Your intentions in shards

Along the shoulder of the highway

Sparkle hopefully in the headlights

As my eyes did for you

My heart, a brittle artifact

I'll collect it's pieces

And

I'll try to put them back together

But some were buried

With you

And the glass in your shoulder

Challenge
Challenge of the Month VI: April
Something to Lose. What does it feel like to cherish something or someone with every fiber of your being? Is it terrifying, as though any second it could disappear? Or is it a source of comfort, solid ground to stand on, an anchor? Write about having something to lose. $100 purse to the winner. The best entries will be shared with publishers. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Yolandie3

Mood Rings

Two for a dollar

One of a kind

We bought them together

Only cheap plastic

Worth more than gold

It ties me to you

To a moment

To a day

hen there was us

Just we

Holding hands

Together again

More than a candy store trinket

Precious metal

As it rolls around the basin

Panic begins

It nears the event horizon

The edge of the drain

A last minute snatch

Preserving my memories

More precious than this ring

Which is only a physical reminder

Of the love we share

My mood ring

Like us

Colorful and rare

Challenge
Challenge of the Month IV: February
The Villain. Some villains may be innately evil. Others may be the product of unfortunate circumstance. Still others may simply be misunderstood - heroes willing to do the unsavory, but ultimately necessary deed. Tell the tale of a villain. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Yolandie3

Deadliest Choice

from the bottom of the canyon

everything is clear

it was my mistake

giving away my heart

surrendering my will

love is trust they say

trust has led me here

to earthen regret

cactus barbs in my arm

scorpion venom coursing through me

vultures circling overhead

the ultimate sacrifice

myself

to save the others

exposing her kindness as fraud

their gift of gratitude?

blood pooling around my head

that evildoer exposed is now me

their blame wrongly placed

yes

I killed her

it was necessary

she’d have killed them all

a sweet death of complacency and apathy

she made them her puppets

blinded by her manipulation

yet I pay

cruel, evil, villain

slanderous labels forced upon me

her life extinguished to save her

my unrequited lover

slain to save the other men from that siren

I shall forever be

the murderer

Challenge
Loving when it hurts
Write a story or a poem about loving someone/what it feels like to love someone even though it hurts. Don't forget to tag me @chainedinshadow in the comments!
Yolandie3

Fire

My love for you burns like a wildfire.

Spreading from my chest.

Sparked by my heart.

Jumping and leaping.

Limb to limb.

Disintegrating all emotion from my body.

It burns up my mind.

Feeding on my dry desolate thoughts of abandonment.

I tried to save me.

Extinguish the fire with tears.

It served only to delay the inevitable.

Causing the blaze to smolder in my sodden chest.

Left behind is an ashen husk.

The false form of a human.

One touch and the seemingly solid form collapses.

Perhaps these ashes will nourish another.

May a tree of hope rise up!

This destruction fertilizes the next love.