Prov31type (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
The clock struck but was too slow
waiting too long to begin
"faster, faster it must go
'round the clock again"
Bringing sorrow still incomplete
too slow was the hand
when pace is set and youth deplete
then sadness breaketh the man.
The voice that first cried for action
now looks into the past
but hearts are filled without compassion
and struggle is met with laughs.
Not pitty, "Oh pitty would be the game"
though it were once my friend
...
almost 3 years ago
Prov31type (United States) published:
PROMPT: Lyrics Unsung
The life we had was stolen from us. No one knew why or how. All we knew was that the only happiness we had ever possessed was gone, ripped from us as we watched our homes burn and our families beheaded. The guillotine, staining the streets red with the blood of aristocracy. I did not want to look, I did not want to see my brother's head separate from his body, but the servants with whom I longed insisted I see...
over 3 years ago
Prov31type (United States) reviewed:
PROMPT: Geography of Home
The writing was very good, I was very impressed. The work did leave me feeling a little cold. I think you might need to lengthen the ending when it discusses human relationships if you wanted it to get sentimental (Which...
over 3 years ago
Prov31type (United States) reviewed:
FREE WRITING
I loved the line "refreshingly addictive, self-pity is" It so easily picks apart self-pity, showing it as what it is.
over 3 years ago
Prov31type (United States) published:
FREE WRITING
Once upon a time in a land of stone
Lived a girl made of laughter, lavender, and bone
Her heart was heavy, but her troubles were few
and the tears she shed were little more than dew
She had made her mind, but her heart was her ruler
for no one could see as her soul grew cooler
In ice and snow her body...
over 3 years ago