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As a man sat alone ...

As a man sat alone ... #writing #prompt #class This piece was 81 lines long ... reduce and redact ... splice and slice

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As a man sat alone …

he scratched the crystalline constellations

of salty-sweet memory from his eyes,

his hand moles to the place between places

where something else,

perhaps another eye,

once was

  Bit by bit, piece by piece,

his desires,

crack away.

  Had he been living in darkness all these years

were his eyes always glazed

or was this perhaps a choice?

  B…

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Prompt #1

‘Gossip Flies’ 

***write a poem or a short using this word combo as inspiration!

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Holy Highschool Days ... #writing #teenageangst #highschool #shortstory Photo Credit: Zabbio/Flickr It was the time before poetry. Before traveling and living abroad. It was the first moment I stepped into the wide open world and inhaled that first noxious fume of reality.

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Presence

Presence ... easier said than done in the daily flurry #meditation #poem #poetry

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Stay focused. One step at a time. Don’t try to do too much,

at once.

Identify what are the most important things right now. Then just do that small daily amount.

Or perhaps nothing.

Breathe

… … … … … …

Just breathe

<… … in … … out>

And be aware of

everything

around you

inside and out

… … … … … …

<>

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A rainbow nation

Can a rainbow be caught?... #poem #poetry #SouthAfrica #Africa

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I stand in a corner of the world

Somewhere near the belly of it all.

It’s green and lush here

I’m standing on the edge of the equator,

Balancing life,

Like a tight-rope walker,

I’ve always wanted to be in the circus

  Carefree, and in the circus.

  I look back at the place I once called home,

where my childhood was tickled and teased to life;

coerced and…

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Shut up

Shut up ... and make sure you know what you're saying before you say it #poem #poetry #speaking #English #ornot

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My words are poisonous.

I am the only one with the antidote.

but.

Your words are just as poisonous.

  We’re not unique.

We’re not different.

We’re the same.

  I shut my mouth to keep the poison inside.

You spew your words and make sure they land.

We’re different.

  I smile.

Teeth show.

I’m happy.

We’re the same.

  Or am I?

No, I’m not happy.

But for the…

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Small Town Wanderlust #travel #wanderlust #thailand #smalltown Photo Credit: Andrew JK Tan/Flickr The roads are dusty. The people smile wide. And the limestone cliffs tightly hug the town with the single train track running through it.

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Angsty

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Have you ever made a decision and then …

  You start laughing for no reason,

You start crying,

Not because of sadness,

Or some personal treason,

No,

Because it just makes,

  Sense.

  It was just so obvious. Right!

  Cool

Now that part is out of the way,

Next part …

  You start fidgeting and jumping your leg (the right one),

Like Tigger from Pooh,

You spin into…

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//Plight

//Plight #writing #poetry

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The hum-drum of the city-scum is always around me, and eventually, inside me.

Those whistles and things that make me cringe and elope, sometimes viciously, in an unrequited delight.

  I walk down the street unwittingly aware of the prospects.

The potentials and perennial possibilities of me, the wonderful wokeness of ‘I’.

The prostrate and innate human-ness of…

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Reading to Write Photo Credit: christianbert/Flickr My eyes skim. They lick the Roman alphabet. Tantalizing. Gorgeous. I see the word and they enter my body.

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Political Promises

Political Promises ... in sunny South Africa #poem #poetry #rant #southafrica #politics #writing

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I live in a town where the lights are off

more than they are on

where cows and other animals roam

freely up and down the streets

the streets which look less like streets

and more like holes with pavement for decoration

where schools haven’t had teachers for months

“I’m sick” they say,

walking with their heads held high in the Checkers

…

where schools have no books…

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I'm still scared ///

I'm still scared /// #writing #prompts #poetry

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… of the things in the dark,

of the tokoloshe and the under-bed-dwellers

and the other creatures that creak in the floorboards

  I’m still scared of

…the thing I think of when my feet dangle

or when I’m at the edge

and there’s a possibility of harm

of danger

of falling

of fear and alarm

  I’m still scared of

…the things I have said,

of the words, I have…

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How did I get here ... (prompt)

How did I get here ... prompts from the writing class #writing #class #studentlife

I’ve joined this writing class and for the past few weeks I’ve been dragging myself to it even though I’m dead tired by the time I get there (blame work and blame studies).

There is something about a group of people working together in a judgment-free zone, practicing, tinkering away at their craft and then sharing what they write.

It takes guts and I think its a very good place to start.

So if…

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Beach Bitches

A night at the beach, 'Beach Bitches' #poem #poetry #writing #gay

I’m somewhere on a beach

The fireballs blaze and burn and turn in circles

My drunken eyes follow

Like a moth

Like a person

  Pyromaniac

  The air smells like it, sex

Muscles

Sweat

The things people exude on tropical beaches

  Cigarette-smoke infused hormones

That float and create mini scent auras

  Animal

  I hear a girl in an electronic sound flood

The sound; is the beach

Is the sand

Is the full…

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Here we go, time to start writing AGAIN!

Here we go, time to start writing AGAIN!

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“Confidence is key” we all know that.

But what could be more frightening than the blank page? That transient white abyss that is filled with emptiness … vast possibility … nothing. Just take a moment to internalize that. I feel as if everything in life is the; same, similar, related, and that the lessons we learn in one thing are, to an extent, transferable…

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Mouthburst

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A natural disaster is about to occur

My body wriggles

writhes;

  The foundation moves left and right

a drumming and strumming that grows

More erratic

More fierce

More intense

  contort and distort

  On the horizon I see the storm approaching

I see the wind

I feel it

We are one

In a certain way

  The wind is my lungs

Is my voice

Is my thoughts

Is my

  Me

  Hot,…

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Lessons after the First Draft

Lessons after the First Draft, and other things to think about when you're writing your first book #writing #author #tips #creativity #words

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Although I never thought I would be able to finish a manuscript or book, literally, my biggest wall and goal through the whole thing was just to finish something. I actually think I spent a lot of time fixated on this, which pulled me out of the ‘process’ of doing it and made me fixate more on the ‘product’. Perfection. And everything else that pining over the…