Showing posts with label Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Challenge. Show all posts

Monday, September 26, 2016

Impetuosity

Impetuosity

A feeling that can only be described in one word

Hands grasp each other searching for comfort with a strangled hold
            Each knuckle changing its hue so that their ghosts can cringe at the color
The heart beat’s pace quickens in the moment the wind moves across skin
Thus leaves it quivering under its cage,
Glazed blue eyes glance at the wall
            Scrutinizing as hours devour minutes and minutes consume seconds
                        Pointed fingers grasp at time and hold it hostage against the vacant white walls                                     that back their crimes.
Covered toes keep rhythm as unheard music runs through the floor
causing the blood to run faster through the tunnels towards their mother,
The mind’s eye sends love letters with flashes of light through the super highways of red and blue,
            Hoping that the messages are received
                        The lungs expand in preparation and as the jolt moves around each balloon as
It races forward towards the mouth and to make a smile form,
The love letter from the brain comes out in the form of spoken word:
Finally,

Freedom.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Friday, September 16, 2016

Check out the new prompt!

New Prompt

New prompt on thewordnohasescaped.space! Check it out and have fun writing!

 I've decided that all of the prompts will go to that site. Poems will still be posted in both places but my home site will have it posted first and this blog will have it posted later in the day. :) 


Happy writing my friends
Regan

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Still Doll

Still Doll

Sightless eyes stare unblinking out to the world,
Cold--Haunting
Following you with every step taken,
They do not move the inky darkness settles in pools of
Nothing,
Blood tears slid down porcelain cheecks
Damning her to live once again.
Awaken my little doll,
Not once does she move
The chains of humanity
bound her limbs between worlds
Holding her captive within her own linen prison.
Awaken Still Doll
Let the blood of your ancestors take over
Let Darkness consume the Light
and finally take a breath.
Live my little doll
Live a new life,
A cursed life,
Live amongst the damned and feel
the torment end and begin anew,
For the life you once lived...
Has never changed.
Still bound between worlds 
Your soul will never find the peace it wants,
Eyes change to the color of wine, 
a crack is formed,
Accepting is the first step,
But nothing has changed,
The Doll has awakened.

Monday, September 12, 2016

#1

1.
Threading Quartz on
            space roads that dear October
                        spoons a nation far
                                    solid threads whisper
                                                Hello

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Prompts

Welcome to my blog

   Now onto the next on my site thewordnohasescaped.space is where I will be posting my poetry as well as providing prompts; this is something that I enjoy and I want to be able to help out my other writers as well. Some of the prompts you may have seen before but sometimes it's better to try something older to get something new from it. These will be posted every other day or so. 

   I welcome you to post a comment with a link to your poetry or even with your poem in the comment. I love reading others work and I want to create this type of community to share work and not be criticized or made fun of. It isn't a requirement but I would love to read your work!

Happy Writing!


Here is a prompt I just posted to get you started!

Prompt #2: Random Page

Find the nearest book (textbook, fiction, nonfiction, comic, your choice!) and turn to page eight (8). Pick the first ten words from that page and use them in a poem (your choice) in one way or another.

Wait

WAIT
         Or did I dream the whole thing?
                   -David Lehman

Was I really flying
                   to the sky that held no amount of wonder
         for those who are blind to the ground below?
                                                                                                                                    Is it true?
That there is a wondrous world beyond
         these fluffy condensation filled clouds, that no man has seen before?
There is
                                                                                                                                    it’s glorious
The light from the sun is perpetually warm just like
                                                                                                       a mother’s embrace
         when your hearts been broken by the one you though you loved and
                                                                 scars heal over;
The clouds are just as imagined as kids almost like cotton candy
         or like the Sherpa throw that laid over the couch at your pa-pa’s place.
                                                                                                                There are others here!
Not once do you feel the sting of loneliness that is perpetually taking over your life
         like the plague that carved a black ring and stained the lives of many.
This is almost too good to be real
                                                                                             I don’t want to leave,
Who is that? Who is calling so casually?
                                               Wait
                                                        is that my name?
                                                                           no one knows my name here…
The feeling of falling is one that no one enjoys that sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach
         that makes it jump up into your throat choking you with frog lips and eyes
                                                                                                                        This wasn’t falling
                                                                                             This was pulling
                   this is… this wasn’t what I wanted!
What are you doing? Leave me alone the darkness is something to be avoided
         no one likes the dark
         it’s a thief stripping you of what little you have and leaving you buck naked on the
                            side of the road with no control over who sees you
                                               your limbs are heavy from the fall.
                                     New light.
         Bright but synthetic
                                                                                                                        no comfort at all
but blinding all the same
                   I would rather take blindness over this clammy feeling in my palms,
                                                                                                                        why is it wet?
Why are you thanking God? He has nothing to do with this horrible feeling
         why did you take me from that place?
They said I had been sleeping,
                                                                                                                                    almost dead
                                     they said.
I spoke of the warmth and happiness I was able to feel for the first time
         and the anger I was feeling at the loss of such a dream
                                                                                                                                    It wasn’t real
                                                        Or did I dream it

                                                            to make it real?