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Tue Aug 15, 2017 9:59 pm
Poopsie says...

oo mee mee

i have to do something with my life.

There's not prompt right?
The Poopsiest.


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I am 100 Percent Garbage

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Wed Aug 16, 2017 2:19 am
SnowMonkey says...

No there's no prompt.

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Fri Sep 01, 2017 7:12 pm
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Aley says...


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Daylight Clarity

I watch you dance among the sunbeams
drifting across your 3D stage.

You hang in the light
like I hang in bed.
We are vermin.

The House Proud seek to eradicate us,
throw us to the open sky
or trap us with wet, microfiber, bleach, and mops.

I wish to spin and drift as freely as you
upon the currents of the thick air
suspending you amongst your fellows.

You are spindly and blue like the sky,
a fiber broken from your kind to drift
among the toilet paper's dandruff and the lint.

At any other distance, you would be
a wild carnivore on cleanliness,
a morsel twisted and bent upon a finger,
a speck of white,

but as I sit transfixed,
a birdwatcher of your kin, I spy
your rarity, your beauty,
your loneliness.

Like you, I am an intruder to this place,
underperforming my life.

You were meant to be clothes,
to cover our shame
bond with millions of your likeness
until you were pilled, pulled, or pruned
into the lint like your companions of the air.

But here you are atop the drifter currents
lazily enjoying the sway with cotton puffs and skin.

I too submit to my lazy habits as I stoop
and stare upon your drifting mass, dreaming of the lack,
the allowance, the world of your life.

But we are vermin,
I must eradicate myself.

I need to learn to be a Productive Member
of this Ancient Clockwork
and claw my way atop my comrades,
an inch-worm searching for the top
of the fisher's can so I am not squished
by my friends and family, my other half.

And I must be pilled, pulled, and pruned,
drugged by the repetitious nonsense they shove
down my throat as sugar, caffeine, and anti-inflammatories.

If only there was more time I would fly leisurely between
my destinations. I could drift from place to place, land
and jump up again as the wind chose me from thousands.
I would not be pulled by traffic, lights, and priority,
just a drifter again in our world.

I would not pluck my feathers, bleed myself,
scratch my itches like an impatient dog
who can't wait for the fly to drift back
into oblivion, where he belongs.

No, I must be pretty as a peacock
and strong as an ox, and clean
in home, body, and mind

to perform this bloody march
towards that which I already love,

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Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:04 am
Poopsie says...

when is the deadline for applications?
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Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:08 am
SnowMonkey says...

The deadline is September 15 2017 but if we don't have enough entries it might be extended

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Sun Sep 10, 2017 3:02 am
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alliyah says...

Here's mine:
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broken bridges

I remember when we first found
these creaky wooden planks
threaded by ancient ropes
from another time
when people walked for adventure and
had time for out of the way bridges
off the familiar footpaths in summer
mornings just before the sun rose.

Just like the wandering youth used to
you would lace your fingers between
mine and we would kick our legs
sitting side by side laughing about dancing
fish, and sinking ships, and throwing
rocks over shallow waters wondering
how the creek might feel under our
fearless feet if we dared to drop down.

There’s something about bridges and
about you, that made me feel
like i had gone somewhere else
that shouldn’t really exist
in the fragile place between
my most deeply rooted reality
and the hopes I dare not even dream
where I can’t quite catch my breath.

But I’m breathing now and here we stand
on opposite sides of a dried up creek,
the space between us cracked and
where there was once gentle water now lies
empty like a challenge or maybe just a place
the world should forget again
and this bridge between us
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than dark cyan.


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Mon Sep 11, 2017 12:32 am
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fraey says...

Here's my submission:
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i embody uselessness.
i am but the piece of trash
that flutters past my house,
reflecting the sun's light.

i swallow all.
all your hand has touched
gets sucked inside me,
forever imbedded in my walls.

i melt identities.
your caricature is not safe
despite your emerging
from a sophisticated womb.

i extinguish laughter.
seconds fade away with
trains leaving the station,
and the smoke clouding behind.

to be me is to not be you,
but air encompasses your body,
so traces of me will live on,
whether you realize it or not.

farewell, once, amidst a wave.
castle grounds consultant of the court

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Mon Sep 11, 2017 12:37 am
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Mon Sep 11, 2017 7:28 pm
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Konijnje says...

Here's my entry!

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I am no more
Than a saltine cracker
Waiting to crumble,
For you to break me apart.
I wait for rivers of salt,
For the crunch; my final plea.
Then the silence that follows
As you digest,
Contemplating me.
When a decision is made,
When it is all set and done,
I am no more to you
Than a pile of poo.

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Mon Sep 11, 2017 7:45 pm
SnowMonkey says...

Okay thanks

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Mon Sep 11, 2017 10:28 pm
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Kaylaa says...

Glad to see all these submissions coming in! Four days left for this, people. Get those poems in while you still can! c:

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Tue Sep 12, 2017 12:39 am
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Justlittleoleme2 says...

Here is my entry:

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We love trees so much:

We make our houses out of them,
and eat their fruit,
and breath their air,
and write stories upon their flesh.

We surround our houses with them,
we climb them,
and build in them,
nailing flesh to flesh.

We domesticate them,
and grow them row by row,
feeding them, and eating their children,
as a healthy snack.

It's a wonder they didn't rebel years ago

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Tue Sep 12, 2017 1:07 am
SnowMonkey says...

Okay awesome!

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Tue Sep 12, 2017 3:48 pm
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Wriskypump says...

Hey everybody. I'll give this a shot.

First Kiss in the Llion Heart misst

A call rose up from where I slept in the night
Chill Autumn Shrills on cracked leaf-s of birds' toes
and I Started! awake thinking a War was on the Break.

It was a myriad at once; Hostility & Conflict was all that had been on the loose for years
My heart a pile of WelltERed shrink-wrapP,, , it was so on Defense
and this like Billows of smoke to my newborn 'nd pillow-pucker'd eyes!
The dusty site of the ground, Barren Creases, on my socks that unCeasingly reported back with Slides & Indeciscive slip-shods!
My life was at risk here in a blindside of FEER; and I forgot my who and cause
Like the nearest owl raked it from the seat of my throat.

In heavy-laden breath, on shaking knee I tottered trying to scout
While remaining also still; buuuuut all the sounds of peace made me doubt
I guess I could have merely been DisMan-T'led in dreaming...
Now Now, Yet! My clothes had all but rent themselves of my Legs & Breast
Surely something of Lightning in this Vicinity had craFsh_ Landed.

Quite splenetic & more cross by the second, I harumphed but a little
And Oh, it was a leafy bush that next shivered with a giggle
This horseplay was no funny, to wrench a dreamer from restful thinking -
But 'tif I knew who it'd be I would have smiled and stopped speaking }
'Stead of demanding vociferously who was there
She cut me to the quick as she tentatively creeped out;
yet could one Grasp or guess the kindly chutzpah
Gathered Ami'st her scrutinizing & Meddlesome, curious crouch? %#
She slit apart the nearest reed of grass, and riddled something wry with her eyebrows
before she tore the air apart by positioning it behind
The hidden curve that were her Drafting lips ~

The first line in a wild, indigenous Composition of Friendship
That Not Far a voyage of time, would make Twain two flesh ~~

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Tue Sep 12, 2017 3:56 pm
Wriskypump says...

Yes I know my style is a bit Bats`in-the^Belfry, but I can feel my poetry like fabric okay? Sorry if it bothers any of your eyes, my judges

If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
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