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You know that feeling you get when you listen to a song and you feel yourself... float away ? It's like you're there but not really there at the same time. Your mind wonders and you feel at peace with yourself. Sometimes it's better that other times, you experience a rush, you feel inspired, as if you could do great things. But then the music stops and you're just there again. Sat, alone in silence. You pull out your earphones...

We had know. Everyone had know it would all come to this. To the end. And now we are all just wandering, looking for food for safe water, everywhere had been lost, ravaged, eradicated. There was nowhere left, where we could stay anyway. In the end man, was as predicted, its own downfall. It was us that wanted to change the world as we know it was it not, well it seems as though their wishes were granted... just not...

feelings hide
growing behind shutters of insecurity
filling a bathtub with no one left to watch it overflow,
suddenly spilling through the cracks
forming into steel that
flies, that
cuts, that
hurts...
all because everything was left unsaid
until it wasn’t

Hi guys!!

As you would have guessed, I'm holding a contest, in celebration of the end of 10th grade, which has whooped my ass. (I'm tearing up just thinking about it. Free time. Fun. Such alien concepts.)

So, without further ado, here's the details:

Format: Any, though short stories are preferred.

Maximum Word Count: 3000 words

Minimum Word Count: none

Prompt: Must have a happy ending. You can put my heart through a grinder if you want, but the ending...

do you remember how you'd sing when i played the guitar?
do you remember how sick we got after we danced in the rain?
do you remember how we pointed constellations to each other while we sat on your car?
do you remember the sweet feeling of not feeling pain?
i don't. 
i only remember you leaving.

I pulled butterflies out of my mouth,
spit them into the bathroom sink and ignored the voices pleading,
                "Please, don't --"
as though that would stop me from tearing through paper wings;
it's not that I wanted to do this.
it's that there was no other way.

when the trees whisper in willowy voices,
who will listen?
                        I carved my name into a trunk
                        then scratched out every letter
                        in some misguided attempt to
                        save...

"HOli Hai!!!!"
I stood there, shivering from head to toe, amid the wild jungle of human beings, who had suddenly come to life. I was scared....not because I hated socializing....but because....because that included colours. Slowly, I crept into the nearest bush I could find in my eyesight, not even stopping to think that someone else might have thought of taking the same refuge.
"Hey!!"
I yelped and jumped back in surprise, as the shadow of a boy arose from...

march means mudslides
joyful heaps and cascading
filth; a wiry grin, nature's
smacking lips still
kissing, still salivating on the
midmorning marshes.
crystalline snowflakes,
woolen as whispers crack
under booted toes,
pink arms red from toothy
cold, fingers numb and noiseless
in gloves, but
the sun still shines.

To the one I'd see the world with,

Hi. You know me only because of dancing. We've had our conversations, our contact, and moments that are so special to me, that they'll be in my memory forever. I'm going to seem so dramatic, so silly when I write this, but I need to say it. I like you. Like, a lot. I'm scared to say the L-word, because I'm not sure if I'm just being... silly. But I know these...

You know that feeling you get when you listen to a song and you feel yourself... float away ? It's like you're there but not really there at the same time. Your mind wonders and you feel at peace with yourself. Sometimes it's better that other times, you experience a rush, you feel inspired, as if you could do great things. But then the music stops and you're just there again. Sat, alone in silence. You pull out your earphones...

We had know. Everyone had know it would all come to this. To the end. And now we are all just wandering, looking for food for safe water, everywhere had been lost, ravaged, eradicated. There was nowhere left, where we could stay anyway. In the end man, was as predicted, its own downfall. It was us that wanted to change the world as we know it was it not, well it seems as though their wishes were granted... just not...

do you remember how you'd sing when i played the guitar?
do you remember how sick we got after we danced in the rain?
do you remember how we pointed constellations to each other while we sat on your car?
do you remember the sweet feeling of not feeling pain?
i don't. 
i only remember you leaving.

I pulled butterflies out of my mouth,
spit them into the bathroom sink and ignored the voices pleading,
                "Please, don't --"
as though that would stop me from tearing through paper wings;
it's not that I wanted to do this.
it's that there was no other way.

when the trees whisper in willowy voices,
who will listen?
                        I carved my name into a trunk
                        then scratched out every letter
                        in some misguided attempt to
                        save...

"HOli Hai!!!!"
I stood there, shivering from head to toe, amid the wild jungle of human beings, who had suddenly come to life. I was scared....not because I hated socializing....but because....because that included colours. Slowly, I crept into the nearest bush I could find in my eyesight, not even stopping to think that someone else might have thought of taking the same refuge.
"Hey!!"
I yelped and jumped back in surprise, as the shadow of a boy arose from...

march means mudslides
joyful heaps and cascading
filth; a wiry grin, nature's
smacking lips still
kissing, still salivating on the
midmorning marshes.
crystalline snowflakes,
woolen as whispers crack
under booted toes,
pink arms red from toothy
cold, fingers numb and noiseless
in gloves, but
the sun still shines.

To the one I'd see the world with,

Hi. You know me only because of dancing. We've had our conversations, our contact, and moments that are so special to me, that they'll be in my memory forever. I'm going to seem so dramatic, so silly when I write this, but I need to say it. I like you. Like, a lot. I'm scared to say the L-word, because I'm not sure if I'm just being... silly. But I know these...

I spy an old candle
in an antique shop
layered with dust and age

its color is now dark, but it’s lit everything

I spy a pair of 60’s baby shoes
on someone’s wall
bronzed
and never to be worn again 

they’re now unusable, but they were used for everything 

I spy an old woman 
sitting in the corner
wild hair, wild eyes
and ridiculed by her town

she’s now broken, but she’s fixed everything 

Your name escapes me, like a whisper in the chilly wind that brushes right past me.  You'll never know the hurt and pain you have inflicted upon my being.  Every ounce of me threatens to collapse in surrender to this pain that fills my heart.  It feels so great an intensity that just the thought of it makes me double over and begin to cry.  My mind and my body tells me that I should hate you for what you...

    For some, self worth is an image, a fantasy, a title.  Who is self worth?  Is she greater than wisdom?  Perhaps our great-grandfathers, or those in whom we follow with heavy footsteps, understood the gravity and significance of this feat more than we do.  As a young girl, I dealt with serious self-esteem and self-image battles.  Grotesque and malicious names accompanied me on every path of life I lent myself to follow.  Bullies were just that, people whom I had...