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Writing Prompt by Live-Love-Write, journal
Writing Prompt
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Wow, it's been awhile. by Tigedelic-Emma, journal
Wow, it's been awhile.
I haven't been me. I've tried, but I've strayed..
I don't know how to get me back.
I miss a lot. I feel empty inside sometimes. I don't know what caused it or how to fix it.
I haven't said this to anyone because it's not right for me to.
I don't know why I feel this way.
I'm sorry.
Theme of the Week: Future by Unseen-Writers, journal
Theme of the Week: Future
Oh dear, it's Monday! I'm late! No matter, here's our Theme of the Week. Moving on...
The near future, the far future. It doesn't matter. Be it tomorrow morning or ten-thousand years ahead, the future holds eternal change, for better or for worse.
Technology, evolution, philosophy, lifestyle, birth, death. Nothing lasts forever and everything can change by the minute. As writers, we'll keep making literature in the future.
Take a trip in that DeLorean DMC-12 vehicle and dip your pen in the very essence of time. Let the ideas of the future invade your mind.
Good luck,
Kiarorin (https://www.deviantart.com/kiarorin)
A Plea by Sevenway7, literature
Literature
A Plea
Emotions
Leave my body, please.
I just want you gone.
With each breath I take,
allow a small part of you to leave.
Be intertwined with the carbon-dioxide
that is tossed aside by my lungs.
Anger, Sadness, Fear,
and yes, even you, Hope
leave my mind, body, and soul.
For each part of me knows,
he will never feel the same.
He will never glance and see the small curve of my collarbone and think
"I'm glad she's mine".
Rhyme by Sevenway7, literature
Literature
Rhyme
Poetry
Poetry is
Chains
Restraints
Fences
Boxes
Barriers
Vines wrapping around the throats and pens of poets who try to express emotion and scenery
It blocks true meaning with rules and rhyme
In order to have that perfect rhyme, you have to choose one word over the other, the one will be what you want, the other will be a settlement in order to follow those rules of poetry. Instead of choosing the word that will best express your true meaning, you will have to use a word that is less fulfilling in order to abide by the rules and beauty of rhyme.
In other words...
You are rhyme's bitch in order to please the reader's itch in order to stitch th
