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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
Ended August 28, 2018 • 30 Entries • Created by Telka
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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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Undermeyou
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Cowards

I convince you to drink because I like when you laugh. I like how it reaches your eyes before it reaches my ears. I watch the smoke hit your lungs through your deep inhale and then wait for it to catch in my own on your exhale. It’s heavy, but it smells like you, so I hold onto it. I savor it. Your eyes are tired as you turn the lighter over in your hand. My fingertips close around it and your left hand as your right tugs at my waist. My eyes avoid yours, scared of what they will find. Scared that I might not catch my breath. And for a second I wasn’t lost. For a second I held on too long. Your fingertips throwing too much pressure on my rib cage. Too much pressure on my heart. Too much pressure on my mouth and my eyes. So I hold them both sealed up tight. My eyes and my mouth, closed. Because things were too clear. And I was scared. It was a kind of clarity that would have destroyed us both. I needed your hand in my hair, and I wanted to bite down on your skin. I wanted to open my mouth and close it on your clavicle. I wanted to steal what was left in your lungs and keep it for myself. And I needed you to push just a little harder. And now it’s cloudy. But for a second your hand on my hip was blindingly clear. For a second my eyes were wide open and filled with the light from the darkness.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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sandflea68
113 reads

Hands

His hands

felt rough

and calloused

like alligator hide

against my skin

but yet

they lifted me

to the sky

in a frenzy

of rapture

as they touched

the places

that aroused me most

and brought me

again and again

to ecstasy.

His animal passion

stroked my soul

and bared its teeth

and bit

my very center.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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anarosewood
77 reads

a backpack heart

a backpack heart

it never gets settled

it never stays

cross its path

and you might sink in its warm waters

but don't get too comfortable

because it never lasts

it may carry you far

but the rest is up too you

a backpack heart

I touched it before

it brought me joy

it soothed my haggard soul

it gave me what I wanted

and then it set a new trail

a new journey to explore

another quest

another strange love

to settle for a backpack heart

will cause you pain

but to love it

and release it

that will make you whole

what do you choose to do?

...

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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Danceinsilence
90 reads

Copacetic

Everything is as it should be.

A print on the wall hung just so,

papers to be gone through just so-so,

clothes hung in order of need,

food arranged for necessity,

and a drink handy when needed.

Nothing left to chance,

double-check the double-check,

very important.

Order is important,

and when the mind wanders;

I will find myself,

and straighten things out.

In life,

I am cool.

I am calm.

I am copacetic.

8/21/2018

3:34 p.m. - 3:39 p.m.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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Mavia
96 reads

.......................

my imaginary friends

have imaginary names

and imaginary roads

to imaginary frames

of imaginary houses

and imaginary games

my imaginary friends

share imaginary shames

from imaginary pasts

and imaginary blames

to imaginary thoughts

in imaginary rains

my imaginary friends

have imaginary lanes

for imaginary cars

on imaginary plains

and imaginary lines

with imaginary aims

my imaginary friends

share imaginary sames

with imaginary ropes

for imaginary claims

to imaginary gents

and imaginary dames

my imaginary friends

have imaginary brains

with imaginary digs

and imaginary cranes

for imaginary writes

and imaginary feigns

my imaginary friends

share imaginary veins

and imaginary tails

on imaginary trains

in imaginary coats...

with imaginary flames

.....................................

#Aword #Challenge

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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esperanzaanne
79 reads

gold.

Flecks of gold

In your eyes

I just want them

To be focused on me

For once.

Gold

Is the color of the skies

When the sun goes down

But since we know

It'll rise again

We can try again.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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Atsin
320 reads

Society

Imagine you are an ant who has been trapped within a jar. The jar is made of glass and you can see everything that is occuring outside of its walls yet you can’t seem to quite understand any of it. Such a metaphor I compare to what we today call society. A prison none know that they are stuck in. The saying of ‘survival of the fittest’ is used to explain many occurances in nature and society is no different. Those who rise to the top by hardwork or simply inheriting power are those people who reside outside of the jar. Everyone else are the ants who aren’t aware they are stuck within a prison placed upon them by their superiors, though not all ants are unaware of the situation. Those few who realize what is happeing around them may fight for freedom from their prison. Almost always though those few fighters pay the price of waking up to the truth. Such is how society works in my eyes just some bugs caught by those with power and finally when they notice what has come to be it is to late.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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Clarity
67 reads

Atomic

Make me mad

And I will explode.

I will cause chaos and

Won't be slowed

Hurt me in any way,

And you will not live

To see another day.

That’s a promise.

Don’t make me cry,

Don’t be the bad guy.

This isn’t a comic,

I am Atomic.

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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MsUnderstood
59 reads

Shame

I am shame.

Know me, fear me.

I am far worse than you imagined.

I am the knot in your stomach.

The bile in your throat.

I am every eye seeking you out as an example.

You chose me.

Your actions define my existence and still you brought me here.

Punishment glutton!

Shame on you! Shame on you!

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think of a word, any word, and use it as the title of your work. base your story, poem, prose, etc. completely on the word.
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whispered
Chapter 3 of 15
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elastic_hearts

flat

I have been feeling very flat of late

maybe I already told you that,

or maybe I didn’t

because I don’t like to share the things that pain me

you know?

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