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It's like you're inside my head...
A rubbish tip was about to feature in my next fantasy piece.... looks like I'm gonna need to Americanize a bit but hey.
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It's like you're inside my head...
A rubbish tip was about to feature in my next fantasy piece.... looks like I'm gonna need to Americanize a bit but hey.
8th #MadMarch prompt is
#Garbage
In line rhyme Baby!!!
I.e they chime sublime this time.
youtu.be/fhGu2CDqQqo?...
Warhammer 40k has orcs, goblins, elves, satyrs, and demons... I thought trolls might not be too big a stretch
I bite my nails so bad a police Officer once told me off for self harming.
I... I might do that...
Close enough
What a brilliant anthem!
Love this!!
Now out of my shell
Confidence radiates out
No need for armor
#wildwalkprompt
#prompt
#writingprompt
#saturday
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Poor hedgehog
A crunch of bones
And a familiar chime
Sonic was not fast enough
To get Charon’s coins
🤣 oh man, I was getting slightly worried about how cannibalistic this was getting, and that last line had me laughing my head off!
#wildwalkprompt #crunch #poetry
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I did wonder where the fish fit in
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This is a little more morbid than I seem to remember 🤣
Also... a troll with a machine gun just gives me visions of warhammer 40k...
(I don't know if they have trolls there... but it seems like they might...)
Youngest goat
On my bridge
Tea time troll
Billy goat
On my bridge
Kill, chew, crunch
Oldest goat
On my bridge
MACHINE GUN
#tricube #wildwalkprompt #crunch #Troll
Glad you like it!
Wow,
This really increases the impact of that crunch!
Nice piece!
Crunch
Autumn speaks
in the small collapse of things—
leaf ribs giving way
beneath a careless step.
The earth keeps a record
of every ending
in that brittle sound,
a quiet applause
for the long work of letting go. 🍂
#Crunch
#WildWalkPrompt
#blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
Well, it's a fantastic twist.
Freedom starts at the foot of my bed. It could just as well start at the other end of the world. The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This foul fowl is staring at my eyes as if they were precious pieces of jewellery to steal. Her enchanting voice echoes through the cave not found on any map, alluding to what once was love, when she calls me 'honey' with aculeate aggressions. Cold mornings still sting. A seasonal sensuality that matches the sharp intake of poisoned honey she forces down my throat, every day. Enough to make my intestines scream, but not enough to end this torture. I hear sand crunch beneath her steps, as she circles in on me. Something shiny flashes in the candlelight. If I only was strong enough to move. Instead, her merciless retribution slowly washes over me, each steady wave carrying me closer to my grave. I have no idea if there will ever bee a chance to get out of this. My eyes wander to the empty suitcase to my left. Probably not alive. Her athamé cuts through the skin on my chest like a quill that scratches over paper. I can't even scream, any more, as my blood starts flowing onto the sheets. Just like my tears. My gaze turns to the tiny floret growing inside a dark nook above me. I don't know how it can survive here. It might be the last thing I'll ever see. I shouldn't have forced myself on her, that night...
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Freedom starts at the foot of my bed.
It could just as well start at the other end of the world.
The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This...
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Haunting!
Although this piece about Kafmic retribution is extremely satisfying.
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#Heavy is the step that feels the
#Crunch of a million small leaves
Littering the soil on this day-
When Wynter craves to be brave.
#wildwalkprompt #emoetry #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
🤣 I thought it was a good word for something thudding into the floor like a missile
Wonderful piece!
The full yearlong life of the nymphs Captured brilliantly!
#WildWalkPrompt #poem #poetry #writing (old poem) #spring
#seasons #crunch #OldPoem #nature
~ Artists of the Woods ~
True
Oh right.
I use this as a basic standard then...
Most of what I have classified as 'free verse' or at least unstructured poetry that I have written, is actually an ode...
I guess they can.
Dave's looks more happy than the cartoon did 😂 the cartoon always lookd a little stressed