07-28-2023, 04:12 AM | #1 |
Badgerdick
Join Date: Jul 2015
Location: Showdown City
Posts: 2,604
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Champed - Art of Writing League
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Freewrite - 28/07/23
The dopest yet to hold a pen,
colder than the oceans depths. Frozen in the motionless tides that ebbed and flowed. I’d ride the crests of most while trying to get to home Just to find myself alone where I’d find myself. Alone. The nights are getting cold and my days are getting shorter Fully paid up living quarters money safe in bricks and mortar. Nothing changes, different corners look the same to runaways. The colours drain to dull and grey as sun evades the summer rain. I’m sullen faced and sunken-eyed unashamed but drunk with pride. The numbers ain’t enough to write about but monthly pay has just arrived. Another month survived on the planet We just get by, but we manage, It’s tough sometimes yet what matters is we jump this ride while we have it. Don’t judge me by what I have in but the good inside of my character. I’m nothing like you imagine a humble guy but with talent who loves to write and with passion because my mind is a labyrinth. You’re defined by your actions— so get it done There’s no letting up beneath the cold setting sun. Show them they’re wrong, by proving them right, losing their minds at you doing alright. There’s truth in the lies and utterances muttered in whispers under their lips. A wagging tongue’s never kissed, forever bit in hesitance. I reminiscence on the emptiness in the void that you left me with. Every poisonous sentiment behind the choices presented and the enjoyment you felt from it as you toyed with me questioning everything said or done. My second wind never come, I felt it’s pinch then I run headed in, slept for months kept me hid fresh for summer. The weather coloured the leaves their reds becoming a green the end of autumn would creep in with heads adorning new seeds. The spreading spores of the season ready for their achievement as berries form on the trees where before there were seedlings. The weather always preceded change that’s the metaphorical meaning After every fall there’s a period of success to always complete it. When your thoughts are egregious and all your dreams are lost Take a walk to see the constants that the forestry forgot. |
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