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Heartbreaking poetry- make me cry
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thisisit
44 reads

turning wine into blood

her words were like red wine

thrown on my party dress

when i was in the hospital

she looked bewildered

at the schizophrenics &

she has so successfully

avoided those genetics

they said i was

named after the song Alison

by Elvis Costello

the years between our births

to an alcoholic

makes those lyrics tangible

the red wine our

mother threw at us

was never poetry

it was just blood

when i listen to the lyrics

of sad songs

i think of her face

when she saw my hospital gown

we are all grown up

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paintingskies in Poetry & Free Verse
90 reads

cold welding

If two pieces of the same metal touch

in space, they permanently bond.

Their atoms don’t know

how to be separate. Maybe

it’s myth, but I like the mystery

of not knowing. I like imagining

us as metals misunderstanding

your hands from mine,

where you end and I begin,

like a child’s tornado-crayon drawing.

I am not the first person to stare

at the night sky and feel

so marvelously small.

All those stars, all the exploring

astronauts have yet to do. Us, too.

Either way, I am certain

I could love you

the way a lunar rover loves a moon—

piecing apart your cracks and craters

until I have learned enough

to walk on you backwards, to fly

your rocks home to my people and say,

look! Look how wonderful.

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Challenge of the Month XVI: July
World Stage. You have the entire world's attention and can say no more than 1,500 words. What say you? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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MarieKlever
754 reads

Taking Over

My intimate peerage of some four hundred and fifty students has reached its terminus. It has technically been two months, yet the sun has made one-third of its elliptical orbit since our last day together. For thirteen years we were, and now all that is left to say is that we once were. As we sat in dark rooms behind chipped plastic desks, before we knew anything of the volatile horizon on the other side of our cinder-block nursery, my classmates voted that I, out of the many, was the most likely to take over the world.

I do not see myself a conqueror, as they are so often on the wrong side of history. Nor do I see myself shoulder-to-shoulder with the men who inhale privilege and exhale oppression... all the while playing blind, dumb, and deaf. This world we are in has planted these thoughts as my interpretation of what it means to take over.

I saw no use in watching my own virtual graduation. I sat down at my desk and found the link to a video of some commencement speeches. I chose not to click the little blue line. What could be there that isn’t already in my mind? Life is full of unexpected problems, and we shall persevere; we are coming into the adult world now, and it is not what we expected; it is time for our generation to yield its power onto the world, and it is up to us to determine how that will happen. No high school commencement is complete without a redundant trip to the dictionary, therefore, instead of watching my own graduation, I went to Merriam-Webster.

My superlative, with its domineering connotation, implied to me that my peers had a perception of me which I found uncomfortable. To take over, as an infinitive, has three general interpretations. My inherent idea of the meaning aligns with the third: “to take or make use of under a guise of authority but without actual right.” That is not the way I want to take over the world.

The second meaning, I found more comfortable: “to take to or upon oneself.” The exemplar use of the words put it into terms of assuming responsibility, which I can accept. If anything, as an educated adult, I do feel responsible for the world–at least my corner of it.

I relate the most to the first meaning of taking over, which was the last definition I would have thought of if not for looking at a list of definitions. This meaning is “to serve as a replacement usually for a time only.” In this case, I accept my title. In fact, it is the only title I feel worthy to accept. I do not want to be president...as that position decreases in value alongside the national debt, nor do I want to be remembered for possessing the best seventeen-year-old body, or any other thing in the back section of the yearbook for the class of 2020.

In this life, in this world, I am here to serve as a replacement for a time only. The truth is that we are all of us just temporal replacements, here for a brief minute, waiting for those who will replace us. If this is it, and it is my turn to take over the world, as many have tried and many more will attempt, I would like to let the world know that I only intend to serve you all for a time, and God willing, this blue marble will be made better by it.

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Take an Abstract Concept and give it Life
Death, Life, Love, Time, Violence, Evil. What would they be like if they were actual beings?
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CatLady1 in Fiction
94 reads

Violence is a Hippie

Violence is a hippie.

She drives a blood-red

moped

with peace stickers on the back.

Her hair is the color of wheat.

Her skin’s the color of the beach.

Why’d she choose this disguise?

Of course: to deceive.

Because nothing is as it seems

under chaos’ broad regime.

So be careful who you trust.

And be careful what they mean.

Rare to find a snare laid bare.

The discovery is commonly

born of

a snap and a scream.

#fiction, #personification

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Take an Abstract Concept and give it Life
Death, Life, Love, Time, Violence, Evil. What would they be like if they were actual beings?
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Daydreaming in Fiction
86 reads

Justice

"Justice is a self-indulgent brat. She claims not to know Corruption, but they're really next-door neighbors."

"She got me out of summer school once, so she's okay."

"Ugh. Don't get me started, she's all save the animals and use paper bags. I want to shove her in a box called reality."

"I wish she would stop running for student body president. It's getting ridiculous."

"Nobody cares how many times she can argue her grade up from a C, she's still failing civics class."

"Justice is an okay student, but she doesn't know much about the real world. And her classmates are fed up with how she's treating them. Now, this is just speculation, but apparently, she got the prom queen vote recounted because of collusion."

"I heard she broke Truth's nose one time. It was pretty sick."

"My nose wouldn't stop bleeding for a week. I had to join Sadness's support group. He's so obnoxious."

"Yeah, she's okay in my book. Got me out of a bogus speeding ticket once."

"If she makes one more poster about running for student body president, I swear to Religion - okay, she's done it now! Hang on, I need to go burn a few flyers."

"She's got cute hair. Heard she sued a salon over a bad dye job once though."

"She said cheerleading was outdated and sexist. Whatever, loser."

"My crown and sash was taken away because she thought I meddled in the election. I'd get her back if I could, but she'd find some way to get me suspended again. Stupid loopholes."

"Envy stole my shoes one time. Justice got her detention. It was totally great."

"I can't hold a conversation with her. Like I get it, the ice caps are melting, and Friendship's too happy-go-lucky to realize people hate her. That doesn't mean we need to move to Antarctica or tell her the truth."

"This school was built on her. Literally, she used to live on the lot it was built on. Or so I've been told."

"Justice can go fly a kite. Well, poor kite 'cause she'd argue with it over why water isn't wet."

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15-word story: Yesterday, Today... and Forever
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estelle_moss
57 reads

i replaced the flowers today

yesterday was your 17th birthday

today you left the earth

forever, i will miss you

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15-word story: Yesterday, Today... and Forever
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Moonsinger128
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flake

yesterday: you left me. again.

today: you missed me. again.

forever: you'll come back. again.

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paintingskies in Poetry & Free Verse
38 reads

everyone in the infomercials seems too happy and maybe that’s why I can’t sleep

the actors tear apart grilled cheese on tv

and it’s like the sandwich is my body

unsticking. the comparison doesn’t fit

but neither does the toaster they are selling

to my kitchen. I am studying

how to grow and cuddle beetroots now.

I am stirring homemade lavender oil.

I am slipping in and out of continuums

in stilted black and white

and suddenly spilling everything

with broken hands. sell me oven gloves.

a cocoon with sleeves. in front of my tv

I learn: there is no better time

to roll over and resurrect again than at 4am.

but I know the commercials aren’t for me.

I am centering this around myself

when it’s more about a set of rubbermaid containers.

still, I call the 1-800 number to ask

if they can save me.

but they are not paid to do that.

they only show the programming.

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"Love is.. "
Just continue and write what love is for you. A very short stanza or free verse or maybe a poetry? Try to make this under 100 words. I need to know because it varies with people!
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RobinEgg in Poetry & Free Verse
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Love is...

midnight

loneliness,

moon

clean and bright

a single starched sock

or d’ubervilles tess

uncertain, a mess,

or brilliant white

bride’s fitted

dress,

a rose buttonier

on a tuxedo, grey

a door slamming in fear,

furious,

kissing in snow,

flakes spinning like

ballerinas

no in between

marriage of extremes

burn you like

a blaze

leave you lost like a maze

freeze you, silent ice

so cold it feels hot

wild or captive,

flying, gliding, soaring,

or lying face down in the dirt,

hurt

rejected

or accepted like a

golden christmas present

angry, passive,

gentle, persuasive,

tender, brutal

but never ever indifferent

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paintingskies in Poetry & Free Verse
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Eating the Bananas Before They Turn Brown

I do not call it a war because there is no fight,

just a quick change from yellow to brown.

There is no victory. I simply zombie up

and tear open sugar bruises, telling my body

to stay because no one eats bananas

the way I do. Everyone else watches them rot.

I live for quiet chews, soft juice

of tomato on the verge of decay.

No one ever speaks of a domestic god,

the one who pours milk down the drain

once it’s spoiled, who tosses bread

when it molds. I fold my hands at night

not in prayer but defeat. Each morning I rise

because no one remembers expiration

dates like I can. If I were dead,

the house would spore over. In my nightmares,

old cheese fingers my nose

and struts around with long legs,

loosing wet spinach like confetti

on my face. But I never let it get that bad.

I wanted this poem to be softer.

Instead it is just facts: I don’t kill myself.

I eat grapes before they sour,

and in this small way, I play savior.

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