A few weeks ago I discovered that my local library has a Write Club. Yes, the flyer is very Fight Club-esque. Complete with a stamp of sorts background and “The 1st rule of Write Club…” lingo. Although I can’t say I much care for their first rule. I’d probably make Write Club tougher and harder sounding than it really is.
Naturally, I got excited. Then anxious. As I envisioned a room full of…
Today gets 2 poems. Partly because I didn’t do one yesterday, and partly because they were fun to write.
Prompt: Write a poem using at least 3 of the 5 senses.
glowing under cover.
Blinding robust flame,
tingles cross your face, then
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via larmoyante)
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.Unknown (via legallyyourss)