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MSunspoken Nov 2019
A tale full of mystery
Only half told-
Lights a slight curiosity
In the heart of the soul

Though dim surrounded by beams of  expectations
It speaks wonders in such few words-
And while seemingly harmless
Grows brighter along with its allure

A light almost unseen
Enough to keep any heart warm,
Cures the darkness of the night
With its illicit charm

Created by the mood of one's thoughts and actions
It varies in size and saturation -
And depending on the person, it will shine
Drawing other lights in with time

It lives within the soul
And seeing it may be strenuous
But everyone has it
And with time, they realize they too are luminous
This one was kind of a wild card for me....it could've gone a myriad of ways, but this one was best fit for the person it was written for. Very analytical towards everyone else, but they are ignorant when it comes to knowing them self.
MSunspoken Nov 2019
Hiding in the attic
I couldn’t take it anymore
The fighting was erratic
And everyone thought me a bore

Cries sounded around
Yet I was silent
The others were upset again
Sounds like one went to town

The sound of footsteps filled  the air
Like a cricket in the dead of night
Slowly making their way closer
Til I was frightened by an awful sight

A putrid smell filled the air
Liquor drank just before
This THING came to stare at me
Then there sounded a familiar roar

Laughter
It found me funny
How- I know not
There was no humor in the situation at all

Walking closer
it smelled me like a rose
Then dropped to my feet
And began mumbling by my toes

There it was again
The laughter
It laughed to the air
Which filled the empty walls of my lair

I was done watching this unfold
I took my bat and smashed and smashed
Crack!
I bashed every bone I could now see protruding from it

I looked to see it laughing-
Still!
I swung until I couldn’t
But that wasn’t enough

The roaring went on forever
It would never stop
I ran downstairs toward the door
And kept my legs going on, until they made me drop

Down the street
Through the park
Into the store
Right into the aisle

Before I knew it, I was home
in the attic
Listening to the roaring again

My mind, crystal clear
My mother laying there
Broken on the attic floor\
Her eyes giving me a dead stare

Using the item from the store
I sank it deep in my heart
Yet my knowledge  hurt it more
So I did it again

My life was never easy
But I always had my family
My mother may have hurt me
But I was her life

I couldn’t believe myself
How could one be so cruel
I thought she was frightening
But it doesn’t compare

I am her life
As she is mine
A common love really
That cannot be undermined

Death was a nightmare
Yet not  even real
I would die a thousand times
But my heart would be broken still

I thought I've seen monsters
Had a few experiences scored
But humans are the true haunters
And I am the most horrid
This is the second poem for the challenge! I know I haven't mentioned it before, but this poem is a perfect example for it. I love telling sequenced stories throughout my poems, it always makes them more lively (in my opinion).
MSunspoken Nov 2019
Falling through the cracks
Life-gone still
No breaking til i’m back
I don’t just live for the thrill

I can feel myself tripping
Crack
Crack
Crack
I could go on forever listing-
All the things holding me back

Life breaking before my eyes
Grabbing for strings-
Falling in the process
As they pass me by

An all time low-
You’d know if you've been there
Feel like time moves slow
And you’re just watching

A glimpse of hope?
Shrouded by darkness
A feather in the wind?
Smashed with my loved ones
A picture of me?
I’ve changed too much-who am I really

Time to let go-
You can’t hold on forever
No bits of hope-
Cause I’m tripping in the darkness
This is my first poem for the challenge! Did it sound okay?
I don't really like writing about these topics.
MSunspoken Nov 2019
Dear HP writers,

I have been looking for something to do with all of my free time (which isn't very long- might I add) , and I've decided to make a challenge for myself.
I have asked everyone in one of my classes, what their favorite word is!
With each word, I will write a poem depending on what that word is, and the person's personality.
I don't know why I do this to myself.....I have gotten some...interesting words.
Anyway, I think this would also be an interesting thing  to see other writers do as well! I understand that many people on here may not have any classmates to ask, but anyone you know is okay for this challenge.
If anyone else does decide to do this challenge as well, please tell me! I would like to see how this challenge works out for other people too, and will keep track of what other people (with free time) are doing.
If anyone decides to do this with me, please ask the person before you use their name on here!!! I know many of my classmates wouldn't like me giving out their personal info, so just keep that in mind.
Lex Nov 2019
If all is fair in love and war
then a past of wasteland
should not be mourned
Take all that has shattered
and build crystalline figures
where light bounces off,
what now truly matters
Tyra Hunter Oct 2019
I pose a petition
to change the condition
where "birthday" gets its name
Given this tradition
in its opposition
is, in short, a false claim
Since all through fruition
a lowly mortician
waits patiently to tame
your sole apparition
as you near transition
to the end of the game

- t.h.
Challenge: Theme (Birthday, Death)
Vic Sep 2019
Tja, ik probeer wel nederlands te schrijven,
God weet dat ik het niet kan.
Ik ga niet nog een ******* boek lezen,
Dus we maken er het beste van.

Eerst moet je bedenken wat je überhaupt gaat schrijven.
Geen idee, niet dat ik ooit goeie ideeën heb.
Dus dan gaan we maar weer rijmen,
Alsof het van een rijmwebsite komt, het is haast "nep"

Als je dan eindelijk inspiratie hebt,
*** ga je het dan verwoorden?
Nederlands is gewoon een kuttaal.
Rens, ik ga je op een dag echt nog vermoorden (misschien)

En nu is het klaar met die kutrijmpjes,
Het werkt alleen maar in het Engels.
Ik wilde een rijmwoord bedenken,
Het eerste dat in me opkwam was "soepstengels"

Help lol
You "challenged" me to write a Dutch poem, so I did. It's a happy poem too. Maybe I'll translate it sometime.
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
In an ideal
joy-and-happiness-society,
would every person
live for the purpose
of achieving joy and happiness
for themself
and others in society?
Would every person
deal with the challenges
Destiny brings
in a joy-and-happiness-way
which optimises joy and happiness
for themself
and for others in society?
Dev Aug 2019
I've been attacked, chased, and charged

By cats and snakes small and large

Bitten by sharks with great white teeth

All while monsoons crashed our reef

I've attracted gorillas with my jungle musk

And fought them off with an elephants tusk

But in all the places I've been stranded

It's only cities where I can't stand it
My response to the challenge: Find the nearest book (of any kind). "Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

"I've been chased by elephants, bitten by snakes, charged by Gorillas, attacked by sharks, stranded in monsoons... " - National Geographic Survival Book
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
A challenge of living
is to channel my energy
into activities
which bring me joy and happiness.
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