Govt. may shut me down for this…

Yes, my poems seem dark and dreary. One time I tried a happy verse but it didn't seem to work.   The clouds blocked the sun, the earth began to shake. The time and space continuum collided and NASA locked me up. Then, the CIA got involved and called me a national threat. They flagged … Continue reading Govt. may shut me down for this…

Six Words

I accept this challenge. 🙂

Literary.Land.of.Alysia

ThrowBack6I saw this on another blog the other day, I really can’t remember any of the details but the idea behind it caught my attention. The challenge was to try to tell a story in six words. At first it didn’t that difficult but it really challenged my thought process, sentence structure and my vocabulary.

Here are some of my attempts; they are good, bad and horrifying. 🙂

-The long walk ended in tears.

-All his children fought their history.

-Irrevocably damaged, indeterminate optimism, eternity achieved.

-I went to the store forever.

-The house of one hundred truths.

-My notebook knows all my secrets.

-Love, hallucinations and how it works.

-Fall into a drink forget nothing.

-She always danced to her beat.

-From below every conversation was heard.

What’s your best attempt?

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Frantic

Long, slim fingers reaching up through the dirt. How did I get here? Why was I hurt? Clawing now, frantic....she smells her own blood. Moving the rocks till she reaches the top, gasping- She sucks in as much air as her lungs allow. It's dusk now, she looks up- Burnt orange and red dragons flying … Continue reading Frantic

Just a note

Loves, just a short note to say I will follow anyone back who follows me- Or if you like my poetry... Why does everything I write rhyme? You'll see. Do you think some people are born to write in verse? Or is it something learned? Seriously, I'm trying to stop, and now my brain just … Continue reading Just a note

Dummy

There once was a man who would be Blind when seeing the sea Caught in quite the cooky conundrum He wanders the woods like Paul Bunyan His glazed eyes lock with a lyrical Lark So he tip toes over the rocks and falls in the dark. He stumbles mumbling across the creek Questioning the quandary … Continue reading Dummy