Free Throw

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He poises himself on the brink
of the black boundary
that blocks him from stepping
any closer.
Holding the orange ember
in his damp palms, he slowly lets it
drop
to the floor
and bounce
back into his grip.
The stares of spectators sear
through his tightened muscles as he releases
the spark into the humid air.
For a moment, his eyes fall shut
as his heart tumbles
into his stomach and his throat lurches
with tension.
He prays as it arcs across the lane
that it will turn fireball
and burn through the net.
Then, he hears the ricochet
of the leather flame
as it hits the rim
and teeters on the edge,
along with him.


I changed my Two Sentence Story up a bit and transformed it into a poem.

Poets

Someone–
who sees poetry in the death
of a leaf and its demise
as it tumbles down
onto the bitter, hard ground.
Someone–
who hears music in the wind’s
constant whisper,
in its silence,
and in its screams.
Someone–
who feels the rhythm in the beats
of monotony.
who senses the beauty, the pain,
the love, and the emotion
in the nature of life.
who knows everything
is worthy to be captivated, captured,
and treasured forever
is someone–
who was born
with a pen in their hand,
who is destined to write.

They see the world
as their muse,
accepting it all as nothing
but art.

The Jungle

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I hate when I think
myself into oblivion.
There’s often no return.
My mind starts to wander
and gets lost in the jungle
of confusion and curiosity.

My thoughts trip over
the tree roots and tall grass.
And my ideas
get tangled in the vines.

The concepts I’ve always
believed to be true
are running from the lions.
Then my logic goes swimming
with the fish and the flamingos,
and gets trapped by a crocodile.

The monkeys keep badgering
and the birds seem to be laughing
while these creatures crawl around.
Making my path
too hard to follow
and far too easy to stumble.

The trees, too tall to climb
and the floor is too entwined.
I get lost in a haze
of brown and green, bark and leaves
and can sometimes be too hard to find.

The only sure way
to escape this place
is to close my eyes
and fall asleep
and hope my dreams will save me.

Photo credit: wallpaper-kid.com

Nighttime Thoughts

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Laying in bed
needing to sleep.
Thoughts in my head,
too many to keep.

But they won’t go away-
They drive me insane.
In my mind they stay
as they infest my brain.

I close my eyes
and try to silence this voice.
But it’s only a guise
because I’ll never have that choice.

I can’t stop thinking,
wondering, and questioning.
So I’ll just lay here, blinking,
until my thoughts stop wrestling.

Victimized

You filled my heart with confusion
and set my mind into dissolution.
Was our past only an allusion?
or was it my mistake, was I an intrusion?

Did I encroach on precious territory?
Am I no longer a piece of your story?
Or is your life now so full of glory
That I’m simply a character of your back story?

There’s nothing wrong with moving on.
I only wish you’d have brought me along.
I’ll never know if I did something wrong
or if you were just killing time until you’d be gone.

Ridding yourself of this place
To go and search for some new face.
You did it, you escaped your past,
by running far and running fast.

You placed your dreams on a shelf
And decided to surrender yourself
to the wills and wishes of all those strangers
Only to succumb to a world full of dangers.

Now you’re stuck
and have run out of luck.
Everything you had set in your vision
is all gone because of your decision.

If you would have seen
That your grass was always green,
maybe you never would have left
and ended up a victim of theft.

 

Photo Credit: http://www.ipwatchdog.com/2011/09/03/internet-copyright-theft-content-creators-must-stay-vigilant/id=18966/

Timed Writing Challenge

About a month and a half ago, Laine Anne Theodore nominated me to do a timed writing challenge.  I just had the time this morning to finally write my piece.


My prompt was:
You are speaking to a group of young adults at a writer’s workshop. Share with them what writing means to you, and any advice you have that may encourage them to follow their own dreams as writers.

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Words are personal. They can express your emotion, share your story, or offer your opinions. Often, people strive to be like the greats in their field, but with writing, that isn’t an option. The only great you can become is yourself. No two people will ever have the same voice, or the same view because no two people are the same. Everyone is different, everyone has something different to say, and everyone will say it in a different way.
Writing can ignite a fire, or put the flames out. When brought to life, words hold more power than any army could ever possess. It gives voice to the words you can’t speak and it immortalizes thoughts you wish to keep. To me, writing is much more than scribbling some array of letters and symbols on a piece of paper- It’s a way to tell everyone what I think and who I am. I write for love, for passion, and for tranquility. I love words and what they can entail, I have a passion to express what I need the world to know, and it clears my mind and puts my soul to ease. Nothing is more satisfying than finally having your thoughts heard when you felt like no one was listening.
Don’t feel ashamed to turn your abstract ideas into concrete expressions. Don’t tell yourself that you’re not good enough or that your thoughts aren’t worth it. The only bad writer is the one who never writes. Keep thinking, keep feeling, keep writing. Maybe your words will be the ones to change the world.

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I gave myself 10 minutes, and in that time frame I got 264 words. I tend to focus my writing more on quality than quantity, so I spent too much time trying to phrase things well rather than raising my word count. But, I got most of what I wanted to say, said and that’s what matters.


 

These are the rules:
1. Open an MS Word Document.
2. Set a stop watch or your mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes, whichever challenge you think you can beat.
-Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!!
3. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. Once you start writing do not stop.
-Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check (its only meant for you to reflect on your own control of
sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
-You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals. However, if you do, it would be best
4. At the end of your post write down ‘No. of words = ____” so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
5.Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nomination (at least five (5) bloggers).


 

So, I nominate:

1. Danica Aquino

2. Malvika

3. Ellie 

4. Veira Reign

5. Insight07

6. And anyone who wants to participate!


 

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What inspires you to write what you do? Whether it be positive/negative thoughts, fiction, life experiences, etc. Did something/someone in your life spark that desire or do you just have a passion for that genre? Also, have you ever wrote or ever wanted to write something that was completely different from what you usually write? If you did write it, how did it go? If you didn’t, why did you choose not to?

A Waste

What happens
When you run out of words?

When the spark
That once lit your fire
Fades away
And leaves your mind
Sitting in the dark.

You stare at the paper
With pen in hand
But all that comes out
Are scribbles and
Little words
That amount to nothing-
That don’t make sense
Or mean a thing.

Their worthless,
Dull
A waste of ink and paper.
A waste of time.
And the waste of my mind.

Storm’s Rage – Interactive Poetry

Harshal gave me the word “raindrops” for my interactive poetry. Although it was only 1 word, I had a more difficult time trying to pin down something to write about it, so here’s what I decided on.

The moaning of the wind
called the clouds to attention.
It grumbled out commands
for the heavens to release their tension.

The sails swayed back and forth
as the raindrops grew heavy.
The lightning flashed
and the waters were no longer steady.

They were in the belly of the beast,
surrounded by rumbling thunder
and he wasn’t finished yet,
his hunger was only growing stronger.

The waters grew wilder
as the storms rage over took the sea.
The winds rocked their ship,
to the sky’s warning, they should have taken heed.

The sails waved
as the ship swayed
so all they could do was hold on and pray.

Hoping for mercy,
begging the lighting not to hit.
Willing the winds to cease
and for the down pour to quit.

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If you have words you would like me to use in a poem, comment on here or on my interactive poetry post and I’ll be glad to write something and link you to the post!

Beauty – A Tanka

Yes, she’s beautiful-
That’s true. But keep this in mind:
You’re beautiful too
and that she will never take
your beauty away from you.

I saw a post on here several days ago about this topic which inspired me. I don’t remember who posted it, so I can’t give proper credit.
But I think this is an important message to every girl who’s ever been jealous, felt threatened, or lessened by another girl because of her looks. No amount of beauty another person has can or will ever detract from your own. It’s something I -and so many other girls- need to remember.