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"Time is a three-dimensional silence." -Orhan Pamuk
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Challenge of the Week CXXXI
The Last Time. Perhaps it was the final time you ever did something. Or perhaps it was just the most recent time you did it. Perhaps still, it will be the last time. Either way, it is the last time... Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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the last time I thought of you

was

a month ago. while

listening to my 'nostalgia' playlist

(bad idea from the start) That Song comes on

and I can't help it-- my love-starved mind wanders back

to a time in which you were real, tangible,

a mere two feet away. it felt wrong.

consumed by guilt, i swore

never to listen again.

was

a few weeks ago. while

taking a walk in the forest, I discovered a leaf

that touched the sunlight in such a perfect way, it almost

brought me to tears. i cannot tell you why, in that moment,

i ached for your touch. i can hear your voice now:

"it's nothing but a feeling, feelings pass,"& yes,

it passed, but I did not walk there again

for fear it would return.

was

last night. while

laying in bed I was overcome

with the sudden desire to be held, or to hold,

or to hear breath besides my own, to love. and i think perhaps

in that moment i did love you again. perhaps

i never stopped, perhaps i've been in denial

but it brought such unbearable hurt

that i swore to never sleep

in my bed again.

was

just now. while

doing my psych work i felt the need

to check prose and saw this challenge,

and even though it is so general and open-ended

(like many other things in life), i saw it and thought

of you. and instead of dismissing the feeling

i tore it open, reached in, found

all those little moments again

and this time it felt right.

(write).

so

i swore to never

forget you

again.

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i miss you
write a poem beginning with the line "I miss you" and ending with "I miss you, too." anything in between is your call. have fun, and tag me @dream
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ubiquitous in Poetry & Free Verse
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about the space

I miss you.

my solitude streams fom me

in words I cannot catch. they fall about me

in all directions, wildly, teasing,

my hands grasp at air,

and while wishing for the perfect metaphor

that would guarantee your return, I instead

write about the space- this gaping hole- how it felt

at first: soft, feigning comfort,

just what I wanted. but when I closed my palm around it

tasted it, knew you were gone in all physical aspects

it felt quite different. I wanted an end to this aforementioned

comfort. I did not want this oxygen all to myself,

I wanted to share it, even if that meant giving it up for you-

wanted to be caught in another time, if only it meant

that more time promised some form of together.

but,

I cannot write together, cannot recall with words exactly

who you may have been. so instead I will write about the space

you left, while your image retreats into my subconscious

like a shadow

in the night.

I can almost hear it whisper

as it leaves:

I miss you, too.

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Challenge
What does a soul taste like... describe it to me
just be sure to tag me and play nice, that's all
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you[r soul] tasted

buttery, like a many-layered croissant

melting in my mouth, turning over and over

into itself, at first so light and airy,

like losing you would maybe be sweeter

than I thought

then

settling thick and heavy in my stomach

weighing me down, churning up

nausea, threatening to back up into my throat,

becoming bile-filled, full of painful nothingness

creating a permanently bitter aftertaste

that still

refuses to leave me

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Challenge
Write thoughts that usually stay in your head. Things that typically go unsaid.
Those thoughts that people feel they have to hide from the world. lets write about those.
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how to become an observer extraordinaire

two things I do sometimes, for laughs or perhaps to feel less lonely:

listen very carefully to random pieces of conversations; remember something specific a person says (i.e.- there are never enough yellow skittles). months later engage yourself in a casual conversation w/ that person and insert the line. they won't remember they said it, but they'll relate so much to it that you'll immediately gain their respect.

keep a book of quotes. tape in bookmarks found inside used books; words found written by strangers; pieces of your favorite book. [something written in big loopy handwriting I found inside a discarded library book: "...I'm not supposed to spend my life wishing you were there, I'm not supposed to constantly wonder where you are..."] these things are beautiful. step inside them & treasure them, set them away in your shelf and come back to them when you're feeling sad.

most of all- keep a journal. this may seem like a dumb and childish thing to do, but I've been at it for seven years and it's one of the most rewarding things I've done. even during a writer's block, I have found that writing about my day is a unique form of catharticism that a poem cannot always bring me. it has kept me going through some of the roughest days and is a routine I never want to break.

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Challenge
To encompass the most ideas and feelings in the least amount of words. To express complex details in simple terms.
Write a poem. Try to use a minimal amount of words. Try to portray a large, detailed expression in a small amount of words.
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love, anatomically speaking

somewhere deep within this mass of skin & bones

perhaps in some unconscious part of my brain,

[beyond gray matter & synapses & neurons & all thought]

part of me is begging you:

touch your hands to the [dead] skin cells on my face,

press your mouth to mine

[against all scientific reason, I believe that this alone

will teach my lungs to take in air]

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Regrets
What do you regret most? Tell me all about it, and tag me in the comments @Dream.
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regrets

as we sat in the car today

talking freely about life & love &

what we left behind,

I realized that maybe,

in another universe,

we would be perfect for each other.

maybe there you wouldn't tell me

my hands were so clammy

& instead you would envelop them

in yours. In this universe there is no one like you

but maybe somewhere else, there is someone

nearly identical to you

that is able to give me what I want.

but you-

you are exactly what I need. you with your

sing-along-to-the-radio cheesiness,

unable to make small talk but the best person to

have a deep conversation with; you:

the only guy my parents would trust to

drive me all this way. in this universe,

you are exactly what I need.

so do I regret being born in this lonely place

surrounded by people who are able to love each other

who aren't as close as us but are still able to hold hands

and sneak out at night

and do everything that falls into the category we label

"love"?

no. as I closed the door of your yellow car

and heard you drive away,

I did not immediately wonder

whether you should have waited for me

to get inside safely.

later, though, I remember you paused.

and that was enough.

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Challenge
Last Words
We live in a society that often romanticizes death (usually without meaning to), leading to unhealthy fantasies regarding being able to choose when to die, planning it out, leaving a note. So, in this challenge, I am not asking for you to write suicide notes- instead, I am asking for you to write out what you would want to tell those you love if you were to die suddenly and unexpectedly. Write the last thing you would tell those on this Earth before you left it- whether it be short, long, funny, or sentimental. As always, tag me @dream.
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last words

.,

I thought that, in dying, I would regret the things I haven’t done, but instead I am feeling an entirely different type of sadness: I wish I would have gotten more out of everything I had.

Most of all I just feel as if I haven’t told you I loved you enough- I am afraid that you will live to regret the last argument we had, and the silence we planned to keep for hours I no longer have left. I will miss you terribly, even in the nothingness I am plummeting into. I will miss you like falling leaves and lost opportunities, like the dust that settles on photographs, like a dying fire.

Confession: I imagined that I would grow older and meet someone new, someone who loved me more than you ever could. I clung more tightly to the future than to the past, a past in which you once told me you loved me too and then gradually I forgot what your voice sounded like when you said it. I decided it was never the right time for us. Got tired of pulling you back after we drifted apart. And I’m sorry.

I didn’t know then that love could be recycled. I stored it inside of myself, waiting for the right moment- thought that you would return to me in some other form, as some other person.

I wanted to grow old and meet you again and again until we forgot each other; I wanted to love you on my own terms, while that feeling rested continuously inside my chest, begging to be spent.

I want so badly to see you in another life,

or to relive the past five years and fix everything I broke along the way,

But if I can’t have that,

I want to say goodbye. and thank you for the moments we did have- thank you for all the sunsets, all the conversations, all the music, all the beautifully irreplacable earthly things that life has given us.

most of all- thank you for the love you have given me. it is like the weight of the world had been bestowed upon me, like a gift,

and it holds me fast in these final moments.

love,

;

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Challenge
Visions
Write about your visions, dreams, hallucinations, trips, epiphanies... I want to read about the crazy, weird stuff that you've experienced. The stuff that's hard to explain or doesn't make sense. Preferably based on your actual experiences, but anything goes. No rules or word limits.
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I saw you again in my dreams.

i. we are walking outside and

suddenly you put your arms around me,

as if to suffocate me lightly,

laughing off-key and wearing

khaki shorts. I know I should want this,

for all this time it’s what I’ve wanted,

but the sun is too bright (is that music playing?)

this isn’t you

and I wake up in a cold sweat

ii. the night before I leave for my leadership camp

I see myself stepping downstairs only to find you

wearing a leather jacket and a v-neck,

having a casual conversation with my parents.

I tell you I have to leave and you

envelop me in a lukewarm hug (is that cologne?)

this isn’t you either

I wake, indifferent

iii. I tell you I love you one night, as we are

sitting in class, and you scream at me: all types of

hurtful things, things I’m sure you’d never say,

this cannot be you.

(but how did my subconscious make it seem so real?)

you exit, carrying stormclouds behind you

I wake to the pattering of rain

iv. we are alone in my room and everything is so hazy,

I've lost my glasses and I can’t think straight, your face

drifts in and out of my vision. I accidentally trip you

and cannot stop apologizing, I join you on the floor,

and for the first time ever I touch your bruised face, gently.

it comes back into focus,

this is really you.

you lean forward and barely brush your lips to mine,

and suddenly my eyes fill with tears, it still aches.

(how do I express to you that this is what I want?)

I whisper one last sorry and immediately you answer,

in your voice and no one else’s, it’s okay.

I wake up still feeling your kiss,

half-expecting to see you laying next to me,

forever awaiting your return.

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Challenge
Poem that begins with "come with me" and ends with "Till the end".
No rules. Just a poem. And follow the prompt.
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religion

come with me- follow my actions

and echo my words- fall upon your knees in

my presence- tell me you need me.

I will listen to your soft and desperate prayers

and pluck each of your wishes out like weeds in my garden,

turning some into flowers, transplanting others

in places you don't expect.

tell me you love me in the loudest way possible

and ask for my forgiveness again and again. you do not know

about life or what comes after; you're scared; it's okay.

I am standing outside of your churches and synagoges and mosques

watching you step smugly into your cars,

waiting for you to see beyond yourself, hoping that maybe

you won't drive past me as I beg on the streets,

but you will, it's okay. promise me you'll be faithful

and then curse my name, I'll turn the other cheek, I have given you

little of what you want and all that you need.

you won't always thank me, it's okay.

I am still waiting for you to step outside of the idea

that I will hurt you, still waiting for you to stop and listen,

can't you hear me calling over the deafening noise of hatred,

standing on the other side of the road, begging you will come with me,

pleading

till the end.

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Illusions of water
Use water as your driving metaphor, simile, force - just no literal waves I’ll be reproving and reading all entries. So. No prize, but all of my followers will see your pieces, so sharing the love <3
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the tumultuous power of water

ocean. the water reaches just under my chin as I climb to the surface, only to be pulled back under. confession:

I am afraid of the water. I am afraid of the force that it carries, the weight that it holds, the children it has dragged

deep beneath itself. I am eight years old and drunk on sunlight and the beach is the closest thing to love

that I have ever experienced. brave moments bring me out into the current and humiliation drags me under again.

it's fear that guides me, always- fear that holds me fast and cradles me like so many waves. you are looking within all of this,

trying to find driftwood to hold onto within this lukewarm saltwater I bathe you in, and I give you this answer- it is the fear of drowning

that keeps me afloat. it is the fear of darkness that brings me light. it is the fear of death that gives me life.

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