You all had fun,
you all drank,
you all made plans,
for the promised land,
you all played
you all loved ,
you all made your way,
to heaps of cash above,
I headed away,
I listened to heart,
I became crazy ,
falled apart,
In search for dreams,
shouts without scream,
insanity prevailed,
without a sound.
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We all live in fantasies of our own,what differs us from each other is the amount of reality we allow to bear.
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Enclosed in a room,
not too large,
with just candles,
to light the night,
he lays down all day,
looking at the roof,
and outside through,
a small window,
to the blue sea,
the sunburnt boats,
fishermen with children
and sometimes the dolphins,
as the night draws near,
winds grow cold,
the moon shines bright,
and then he like us,
starts to write,
In candlelight,
about the life he never had,
of places he never saw,
Children he never had,
he then tears the paper,
rolls it and throws it out,
in hope of being read,
by someone,
like us.
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Hey People.I went through the blog of (https://sparkofwriting.wordpress.com), I am pretty embarrased i don’t really know the name of the blogger 😦 but anyways, i saw her effort to the writing challenge, she tried her best and i thought for a while that i should give it a try. So here is my try. The topic was Photographs. 🙂
Photographs
I still remember the grayscale one,
with a multitude of memories,
the happiness and fun,
it layed in a frame enclosed,
telling a story untold,
how is it that even after all this,
I still look at the photograph,
and it takes me to the place,
like no one ever could,
the brisk air,
the heavy tides,
the lonesome roads,
the happy ride,
how the storm took over,
how things changed so fast,
now I stand trying hard,
to forget the image i have,
the grayscale one can be removed,
broken again like in the past,
yeah i did it too,
but the strength to do so,
has faded somewhere,
the memories hover,
uncontrolled,
is it because it can capture,
only the happiness,
even without colours,
it devours sadness,
i know somewhere it is true,
the grayscale one had me too.
Let it be,let it go
grayscale would remain for sure
7 min 30 sec, 152 words.
The topic was great, a culmination of art and writing could have been incorporated in it.
Rules-
) Open an MS Word document (or any other editor)
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile of 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop.
5) Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (it is only meant for you reflect on your control on sensible thought flow)
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words
8) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic.
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Your Topic is Graveyard
I don’t know how to write like me,
i search inside, i question my dreams,
i have been dragging words,
or they have been dragging me?
i don’t know how to write like me,
i wrote in the day, i wrote in the night,
i even tried visiting the beach side,
i heard voices but none was me,
i don’t know how to write like me,
i read great authors, i read great poets,
i met interesting people to write like me,
still when i raise the pen, delusion is all i see,
i don’t know how to write like me,
The sea is mighty and full of life,
it holds water and beauty without divide,
think what if the water were tears?,
which sky has shed throughout the years?
The sea has storms that create a rage,
it destroys whatever it finds without leaving a trace,
what if the storm is sky looking back in the past?
and unable to control the tears it should never had?
The sea is calm and cool at times,
like a drink of vodka mixed with lime,
what if the sea and sky meet like this somewhere?
holding each other and stopping the tears?
Writings to Heaven 