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Love writing, listening to music, magic, coffee, anime, and cats. https://ko-fi.com/funkymidnight92 https://pixabay.com/users/midnighteve-
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Behind The Glass

The sound of your voice is a distant memory, like a dream I can't recall.

Healing is a neccessary evil, though it hurts like hell most days.

The only thing that's left is a photo reminding me of better times and genuine smiles.

Now I can only touch you behind the cold glass.

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Become an Emerald Author
We just released our new monetization features with the soft launch of our paid subscription Portal, The Emerald Lounge. So, authors in the lounge can have paid subscribers for their content, be it poems, stories, or books, you know, the works you've been holding back until it's ready to shine like it should. Become an Emerald author by submitting your best work, or work you like. If you think you can out-drink, or even hang until closing time with Hemingway or Hank, we want to meet you. Accepted authors will receive a code for "Become an Emerald Author," which you will find in your settings. Go get it.
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The Something

I wander alone at night, taking in the beauty of the neon lights decorating the whole city. I'm just passing by, mind blank, destination unknown.

I let my legs do the work.

What is it that I'm looking for? Who? I don't know.

I lost a part of me, and I don't think I'll ever get it back. There's no replacement.

The cold winter air nips at my rosy cheeks gently, reminding me that I can still feel something.

I still exist. I still function, as questionable as it is sometimes.

The night is my companion, never asking questions, never judging. It embraces me, like it knows that the light isn't what I need right now.

I'm searching for The Something, I just don't understand what it is.

But, though I've lost a lot, I've started gaining a sense of freedom, the will to just move. To explore The Something. To sense. To touch.

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Challenge of the Month XLII
Two words for this one: Long poem. Winner will be decided by likes, and the panel. We know, we're complicated. Anyway, long poem of yours, about anything at all. 100 big ones for the winner. GO.
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Tales of The Underworld

A dark and dreary place,

They say.

A place reeking of hoplessness,

Of the end.

But, it's only the beginning,

Our souls swim, trying not to sink any more than they already have.

A dark, obscure place.

Nothing to breathe life into,

Only death.

Oh, except HER.

But, even she had to give up

The eternally beautiful fields

On the surface.

For six months, at least.

The King can be kind, it seems.

His cold heart can feel love.

A cold and dreary place,

Where demons sing and dance,

Bringing misery to us all.

The fallen ones are greedy,

That's why The Mighty wasn't able to quench the thirst.

The survival is crucial,

Though you're mostly not alive.

Witches make business transactions, for protection or power, what else?

They might take an unholy lover, if the lover is unholy enough.

What a jolly crew, those from the Underworld!

Who knows, we might get to meet them once our time in this upper Hell is up.

We don't need to do much, haven't we already done enough?

The punishment feels like a reward, no one wants or believes in Heaven these days.

A cold and dreary place, the Underworld seemingly is.

A fun place, as well.

A more honest one, because being evil feels more sincere, less fake, and less time consuming.

The Underworld it is!

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Under The Weather (4 Seasons)

Summer sticks to my skin,

Winter is heavy on my eyelids.

Spring doesn't reach my heart,

It belongs to autumn,

And it won't let it go.

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Nothing Ever Goes Right

Nothing ever goes right, and the fault is all mine.

Nothing ever sticks, nothing ever clicks.

I often feel like I'm just there, floating through this maze called life.

Nothing ever goes right or left, it just wanders off, never looking back.

It's all on me, it must be, and it is, without a single doubt.

Nothing ever seems like it's meant for me.

And frankly, it can all go to hell, for all I care.

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You Can’t Write What You Don’t Know
True? Untrue? Write what you know about this subject. 250 word MAX.
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Channel Your Inner Hermione Granger

It's true that attempting to write about something you don't know enough about or nothing at all can be challenging. So most of us steer clear of this particular subject at hand.

The unknown has always been scary, like looking into the abyss and never knowing what to expect. What's waiting once you reach the bottom?

It's a normal reaction; it's a human reaction. We're not expected to know everything about every single subject that exists (science, music, art, sports, technology, you name it). That's the beauty of it, isn't it—to be able to learn something new, to feed your thirst for knowledge, or just simple curiosity.

So it's okay not to know or understand everything. At the end of the day, we can only process so much data before we overload or steam starts coming out of our ears.

However, if you truly want to test yourself and your ability to write about a subject you're not knowledgeable about, then you can always do a little research.

Thankfully, there's Google, and Google knows it all, right? It knows you don't know what you don't know.

There are books, as archaic as that might seem when there's this wonderful thing called the Internet, but it can't hurt to check, just in case.

In conclusion, with a little effort, you can write about anything you want. It depends on whether you're interested enough to spend more time on the given subject.

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March Word Play
Use all of the following ten words: green, jig, luck, clover, legend, potato, rainbow, pat, brew, blessing in any format BUT IT CANNOT IN ANY WAY MAKE REFERENCE TO ST. PATRICK'S DAY OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THAT HOLIDAY...250 word MAX. Extra points for brevity.
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Of Jiggles and Potato Beer

Pat a green clover,

A rainbow will show up.

Do a little jig, and

You just might be in luck!

According to a legend

As old as time itself:

Brew some potato beer—

A blessing you'll get!

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Challenge of the Month XXXVII
Give us one page of a book, story, or poem of yours. If it's a poem, it can be up to two pages. We don't care if it's already something you posted. For the big, fat $100, put up your picked page or poem. Winner will be chosen by Prose.
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Sunset Eyes

The color of the setting sun swirling in your eyes makes me feel like I'm catching a glimpse of a truly marvelous sight.

I'm probably not the only one caught under the spell your eyes cast. I know how your type operates—never committing, always wandering. One day there's her, the next someone else.

Your heart belongs to the thrill of the chase—to the high you can't reach by tying yourself down.

Like a free spirit, you move on, never looking back, living without regrets.

A trail of broken hearts follows you, shards like rose petals.

"You knew how I was from the start. I never hid that part of me, and I never gave you hope for something more," is what you say to every girl in the end.

And like every story goes, they'd cry, beg, and plead for you to stay with them and never leave. They'd beg for you to love them.

"I'm sorry," is all they'd get, the words spoken so softly, so sorrowfully.

Cruel to be kind, or kind to be cruel? I can't pick either one since I'm not sure which one would be less painful.

I wish you'd been easy to hate. I wish I could've been indifferent to you.

But beggars can't be choosers, right?

Because in the end, the joke's on us, who can't resist you and your sunset eyes.

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No More

No "good mornings" or "goodnights."

There weren't any of those to begin with.

No more wondering, "Is he thinking of us?"

No more wishing that he'd turn my way and look at me, see through me.

No more daydreams of passionate declarations and affection shared—a crash course in reality is all I've got so far.

Sweet longing turns bitter real fast.

The future is still being held back by the chains of the past.

Indifference is the BFF you need in your life.

Loneliness isn't that hard to bear once you come to terms with it.

No more. I'll end it with just that—no more.

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Please Don’t Send Me Flowers
Your interpretation your format. 250 word MAX.
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Allergic To Love

I'm allergic to love.

Any other kind is more than enough.

That doesn't mean I'm the casual type, 'cause I've been fine so far.

Don't bore me with frivolous gifts; I can easily buy them myself.

Don't buy me chocolate; though I enjoy it, my heart won't be swayed by its richness.

Money is the paper we all need in order to survive, but unfortunately, it controls everything around us.

I'm no gold digger, despite being "a woman."

Oh, and please don't send me flowers; they'd just wilt away in vain.

Getting me to love you, future lover of mine, seems impossible so far, right?

Well, it is, 'cause, as I've said before:

I'm allergic to love.

Or, to be more precise, love is allergic to me.