So, here's the funny thing about me.
I am perpetually trying to write a book.
I've got three sleeping upside down in my bat-cave of a noggin, and I've begun and re-written the beginning of each one at least five times.
I never get past the first chapter.
But I am prepared to begin anew.
So, Starting tonight, I am prepared to hunker down, take some deep breaths, and
WRITE.
Write like I've never written before.
And maybe at some point, I'll actually finish one of these things.
Now, in honor of my new September's resolution, I'll post a few of the old things I've written trying to stave off teh writer's block. They're just short, poems and descriptions, and most of them make absolutely no sense.
They are yet another proof of my absolute wild craziness.
Good Luck.
Prompt: Find an object that most describes you. List reasons why, and write a poem about it.
Its tapping creates its own impromptu song,
calling out to all as it writes its voice.
No one now listens to its quick chatter,
Thinking its sound just noise.
Prompt: Describe how you feel using your sense of smell.
Everything smells musky and strange, there is no familiar scent. The air is slightly zesty, quivering with some odd excitement. It calls for me to move, to jump, to dance. The scents change and shift in some unfamiliar pattern that I haven't figured out yet.
Prompt: Think of as many cliches as you can. Pick your favorite and use it as the first line of your poem.
Free as a bird,
He jumped out of his own body.
Nobody heard
His cry of ecstasy.
Prompt: Take the last line from one of your favorite poems and use it as the first line in your own.
For what they are, they know not.
I am perpetually trying to write a book.
I've got three sleeping upside down in my bat-cave of a noggin, and I've begun and re-written the beginning of each one at least five times.
I never get past the first chapter.
But I am prepared to begin anew.
So, Starting tonight, I am prepared to hunker down, take some deep breaths, and
WRITE.
Write like I've never written before.
And maybe at some point, I'll actually finish one of these things.
Now, in honor of my new September's resolution, I'll post a few of the old things I've written trying to stave off teh writer's block. They're just short, poems and descriptions, and most of them make absolutely no sense.
They are yet another proof of my absolute wild craziness.
Good Luck.
Prompt: Find an object that most describes you. List reasons why, and write a poem about it.
Its tapping creates its own impromptu song,
calling out to all as it writes its voice.
No one now listens to its quick chatter,
Thinking its sound just noise.
Prompt: Describe how you feel using your sense of smell.
Everything smells musky and strange, there is no familiar scent. The air is slightly zesty, quivering with some odd excitement. It calls for me to move, to jump, to dance. The scents change and shift in some unfamiliar pattern that I haven't figured out yet.
Prompt: Think of as many cliches as you can. Pick your favorite and use it as the first line of your poem.
Free as a bird,
He jumped out of his own body.
Nobody heard
His cry of ecstasy.
Prompt: Take the last line from one of your favorite poems and use it as the first line in your own.
For what they are, they know not.
For what they know, they are not.
What you know you cannot be.
But to find what you truly are,
Therein lies the gift.
Not to see what you wish,
But to take what you have,
And to transpose
Until you are not the wisher
But the wished upon.
PROMPT: Close your eyes. Focus on one object in the room and recall as much detail as you can.After about 3 minutes write as much as you can about the object WITHOUT LOOKING
The light radiates through the blue-tinted glass, brightening the room to look like an undersea world. The lamp is shaped like a rocket, long, with a thick plastic bottom, a shining glass middle, and a pointy cap, like you would find on a gnome. The lamp seems ready for takeoff, ready to travel to unknown lands. The brilliant light at the bottom creates a warm heat, causing the water to circulate slowly, sending hundreds sparkles up on their own quests towards the apex of the glass. They drift slowly upwards, like snowflakes who don't heed the rules of gravity. But then, slowly, they give up the fight to reach the top and slowly free fall, twisting and flashing in the radiant glow of the small lamp that illuminates my darkened room.
The light radiates through the blue-tinted glass, brightening the room to look like an undersea world. The lamp is shaped like a rocket, long, with a thick plastic bottom, a shining glass middle, and a pointy cap, like you would find on a gnome. The lamp seems ready for takeoff, ready to travel to unknown lands. The brilliant light at the bottom creates a warm heat, causing the water to circulate slowly, sending hundreds sparkles up on their own quests towards the apex of the glass. They drift slowly upwards, like snowflakes who don't heed the rules of gravity. But then, slowly, they give up the fight to reach the top and slowly free fall, twisting and flashing in the radiant glow of the small lamp that illuminates my darkened room.
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