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m1ck3ysf1st
Nerdy and poetic, rhymeloving predatoress. Non-native speaker.
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Challenge of the Week XXXIX
You took your smartphone and moved back to 1984. For the sake of the plot, your phone works perfectly, but a condition of your year-long relocation in time is no one can see it, or know about it. You are to report back to 2023 the contrasts: With people, music, overall humanity, anything. Send texts, pics, videos, undetected. The elite group with whom you work has cracked the code of time travel and intervention, and while the race to colonize Mars rages on, your group has decided to instead go back to 1984 to reset the world, so to speak. Before that power leaves a seamless, yet indelible mark on the future, the group has to decide if it's for the better, or to go ahead and let it all run the course it's on, and start looking skyward for continuation. Make it funny, make it deep, make it dark, make it yours. Entry with the most likes takes the $25 wire. Go.
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To Reset or Not to Reset?

As I stepped out of the time machine and onto the streets of 1984, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with a twinge of anxiety. The world looked so different back then, and I knew that every little thing I did could have a huge impact on the future.

I took out my smartphone and started snapping pictures of everything around me. The clothes people were wearing, the cars on the street, the buildings towering above me. It was all so fascinating to see firsthand.

As the days turned into weeks, I started to notice more and more differences between this world and the one I had left behind. People seemed more innocent somehow, less jaded and cynical. The music was also vastly different, and I found myself falling in love with the pop hits of the time. Especially, in Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called to Say I Love You"

But there was a darkness lurking just beneath the surface as well. The Cold War was still raging, and I couldn't help but wonder if the world was on the brink of destruction. The government was oppressive, and people were afraid to speak their minds.

As I continued to document my experiences, I found myself becoming increasingly conflicted about the idea of resetting the world. On the one hand, it would be amazing to see a brighter, more peaceful future unfold. But on the other hand, there was something beautiful about the way things were in 1984, despite all the challenges.

One day, as I was walking through the city, I stumbled upon a protest march. The people were chanting and holding up signs, demanding freedom and justice. I felt a surge of emotion as I watched them, and I knew in that moment that I couldn't just sit back and watch the world change without trying to make a difference.

I started secretly sending my photos and videos back to my colleagues in 2023, hoping that they would see the beauty and potential of this world as well. And as I watched the protest march disappear into the distance, I felt a sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could create a better future without erasing the past.

Love, music, awareness, and honesty were all integral parts of this journey. I learned that sometimes, the greatest changes come from within, and that even the smallest actions can have a huge impact on the world around us. As I stepped back into the time machine and returned to my own time, I knew that I would carry those lessons with me for the rest of my life.

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m1ck3ysf1st

those mountain memories

Remember those times,

climbing a mountain;

was my gettin‘ high.

Remember these lines,

forgettin‘ the pain;

just another white lie!

I’m in a fiery mood,

climbing high.

No mountain’s high enough,

I just wanna cry…

Babe,

our secret,

will forever be mine!

Just keep on smilin‘

and everything’s fine.

Everything is fine…

This glitter in your eyes,

is like chasing

endless highs!

Your naked disguise;

picturing a lovely

sunrise.

I’m in a fiery mood,

climbing high.

No mountain’s high enough,

I just wanna cry…

Babe,

our secret,

will forever be mine!

Just keep on smilin‘

and everything’s fine.

Everything is fine…

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m1ck3ysf1st

down-to-earth metamorphosis

You see when I’m stressed.

I feel, you’re giving your best.

Ain’t up to look in your eyes.

Something’s holding me in this awful disguise.

I don’t wanna live this way!

Is this the price I have to pay?

Am I doomed to lie quiet?

Can’t stand this wasting riot.

I’m tired of this blooming fight!

Just wanna live pure and bright…

This fuckin‘ demon springs to life;

realizing this awkward strife.

Just the scurrying ferrets in my head,

make me feel that I’m not dead.

I don’t wanna live this way!

Is this the price I have to pay?

Am I doomed to lie quiet?

Can’t stand this wasting riot.

I’m tired of this blooming fight!

Just wanna live pure and bright…

It’s weird; there was a time.

Just wished you were mine.

Now, you’re my perfect partner in crime.

Elating me to rhyme.

Challenge
Guess the song
Write a single verse to a song, and guess other songs.
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m1ck3ysf1st

Yipee-yipee-yih-yoh-yipee-yah-yah | Hymn of my chronical disease |

And I been this way since day one

I don’t need no medication

No, I don’t need no drugs

Or maybe I’m different, and maybe my ADHD got me trippin’

And maybe I’m just everything that you missin’, yeah.

I feel like I’m dying inside

Why do I seem crazy?

Someone save me (Save me)

You can’t blame me (Blame me)

It’s my ADHD, yeah!

Challenge
16 bars poetry
Write a 16 bars poem; chose any word you like. Main issue: every verse has to rhyme. You can chose between English, German, Espanol or the French language. Have fun! Rhyme time! Tag me in the comments.
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m1ck3ysf1st in Poetry & Free Verse

| smart | bad ass |

I'm a genius bad ass,

I destroy the mass;

of the poetic world-class.

Sometimes. I smoke sickly green grass;

sometimes, I deeply inhale laughing gas.

What do I have to pass?

The muddy morass?

Or the hardly depressed jackass?

I shimmer like golden brass;

do you really want to impress?

Then, have a press on the express;

terms of my eternal success.

I adore watching the kinky sassafras;

my whole gestalt metamophorsis to a beautiful mess.

Sometimes, more. Sometimes less.

I'm the humanic-lyrical overpass.

Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXIX
Stress. For some, it's an ally, a critical force of survival. For others, it's precisely the opposite. Write about stress, or a stressful situation. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Stress? Idk, or do I?

Stress;

for me it’s the biggest bless.

So, say yes, to stress!

Play a hardcore duel of chess;

That’s what I need to success.

Sometimes, more is less.

No need to depress!

It’s the express-access,

to obsess;

the lyrical possess

of a genius, beautiful mess.

My grace of faithfulness;

for my chatoyant morning dress.

Work in progress;

for the amazing, literally overdress.

Free, the freedom of the press!

#stress #lyricalwonder #16rhymes #16bars #poetry #poetryslammer

#underpressure #freedomofthepress

Challenge
Crush
Describe the last person that you had a crush on or someone you have a crush on now and why you had a crush on them
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m1ck3ysf1st

Sweet smelling sophisticated soulsister

Got to know you in a quite weird situation.

My last little spark was finding salvation.

Of course, in your whole physical creation.

Something like an intellectual facination;

at first sight.

You look pretty tight.

Now, I am waiting for the night;

that makes us feel allright.

Wanna be my dark knight?

Which rescues me in every fight?

I find pure satisfaction;

and it's not only physical attraction.

You are like a huge, but cosy interception.

You make my flickiring light;

shine bright.

You are my furious rainbow-colored kite.

All people backbite.

You are extra-special.

I feel much more happier, when you're in sight.

I have a look in my crystal ball, for a tiny foresight.

Gently touching your whole gestalt.

Kissing you right;

cheek.

What a cheek, you lucky geek!

"So, why don't you weep?"

~"Because I wanna feel you deep"

Challenge
Your favorite word...
I want you to choose a word, any word. It could be a crazy sounding word, a word with a weird definition, or a beautifully sounding word. Put it as your title then write one sentence including it. This sentence can be mysterious, the first sentence of a book you're writing, something extremely sad, or just silly. Have fun with it. (;
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Sophisticated

The sophisticated lady... She exactly knows when to shut her mouth.

Sophisticated lady. Her intellect is wider than google’s.

Sophisticated... What gorgeous mind behind.

Sophisticated... She never ever speaks before thinking.

Sophisticated... Her mind is higher than any mountain.

Sophisticated.... She performs magical dishes from all over the world.

Sophisticated... Look how mature and well-educated she acts.

Sophisticated... She moves like a goddess.

Sophisticated...She never forgets a face except her own.

Sophisticated... She leaving marks wherever appears.

Sophisticated...Such a smart ass bitch.

Sophisticated... She makes you go crazy without saying a word.

Sophisticated... Ever seen such a open-minded woman?

Challenge
Write a sexy poem for a secret crush. Include the following words: burst, demand, dream, flavor.
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m1ck3ysf1st in Romance & Erotica

Juicy fruit

I’m just drippin’

when I’m secretly sippin’

the imaginary flavor of your hidden treasure;

what a pleasant pleasure.

A hopeless dream at first,

if i had a dick, just now, it would burst.

Need to satisfy the thirst.

Need to demand, if I am cursed.

Please, tell me if I’m versed.

So, that’s how I show love,

words which I heedfully got versed.

Challenge
your writing style.
each writer is gifted with a unique voice that sets them apart from all others, regardless of skill or following. I am curious- what's yours? show me, in any way, how your style reflects your soul. GET CREATIVE- or don't- it's up to you! and tag me @ubiquitous
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m1ck3ysf1st

| Rhyming and timing |

She lives in Aargau;

not in Chicago.

She lost her flow,

doing everything for the next blow.

Always stealing the show;

why I don’t know.

Not standing longer in the row,

waiting for another hoe, like yo’!

What do I owe?

Being an unseen status quo?

Creeping after the next snow,

while gettin’ licked her toe.

Though,

I believed she was the ine, whoa!

Please, just let me go.

L-M-F-A-O!

Time is our highest asset!

I will never regret,

the sweetest reset,

after this cruel téte-â-téte.

You make me increddibly wet,

I make you fuckin’ sweat.

We play russian roulette,

in our bed.

You’re jsut another punt,

I bet you’ll hit the blunt.

Creating another selfish stunt,

but you aren’t prepared for the unsoft bunt.

I can see through your next white lie,

sometimes I wish, you are going to die!

Now, you might even cry;

be sure, it’s a final good bye.

You can’t even look me in the eye,

I am something, money can’t buy.

Are you wondering why?

Just look in the sky,

oh, I forgot, you just too high.

Yes, you could have been my bae;

the answer to everything is pi.

Please, don’t sigh.

You know, every memory of you

makes me cry.

Time is our highest asset!

I will never regret,

the sweetest reset,

after this cruel téte-â-téte.

You make me increddibly wet,

I make you fuckin’ sweat.

We play russian roulette,

in our bed.

@ubiquitous

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