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A collection of 20 issues

17: Demons

Day 17: Demons (Doja Cat's "Demons" song.) take 1 I can float above. But sometimes, when they go low We all go to hell. take 2 Not nearly enough clout or anything to have haters or anything, Until you count those in power Installing rules, not

Catching up (Random Days)

Here are some more poems I've written this month so far! I usually try again with prompts I find interesting, and leave room for revisiting concepts I like. And I hope you like these! For more inspiration, visit the official National Poetry Writing Month blog! Day 1 w/

Day 12

Today's prompt is to tell a tall tale... I took this opportunity to dabble into some of my favorite concepts. The Grey Princess Scientists call xir an Anomaly. Somehow born and lost to time, Xie managed to find the way Here, but Not 'sideways' As our

Things to Write on the Bathroom Mirror After We Move In (with dry erase marker, of course)

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. GOOD MORNING すてきだね x (a heart is drawn, "ey/em" in the middle) "You're six feet above ground.

Two.

This one, to get it out of my head untitled There were bright colors in my fear. Once I am lured in by song The movie slowly turned, Entrenched by darker hues Falling from the shadows of malevolent flight. There's nothing delicate In fighting back, this time. Retaliation

If I Could, I'd Meet You Again

I wrote it this morning, and it just so happened to also fall into today's prompt: "a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met." As for the others out-of-order, I'll post

"How did NaPoWriMo Find Ya?"

It found me fine, I think. I have not written nearly enough poems for a poem-a-day goal (only 3-4 so far). The difficulty is to sit down and quiet myself, to listen to my inspirations long enough to actually write something. Stressors can get in the way of that. But

15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me. Despite all this concrete Hard angles Grey-white walls The wind still carries the scent of forest. Oil is nothing Once I find The undertone of flowers. All that remains may be grass, But the weeds escape to remind me. Dandelion

15. The 8th Prayer ("no one's around to help")

When every melody Fails And you're so far into the past That everything is dark Remember: You're the hero here. This can't be the end; You shouldn't be dying in the next room And you shouldn't feel alone. "But

Some NaPoWriMo

03. It was almost too much grief For one body to handle. But this small one manages Through pain of memory. 12. We won't be The same after this: Through quiet streets And worried speech The world drifts to dreams. What will I wake up to tonight? Who

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