Me, on Beat (A Blitz Poem)

Hideaway with me
Hideaway from me
Me and you
Me alone
Alone in pain
Alone with regret
Regret the past
Regret the memories
Memories of tears
Memories of heartbreak
Heartbreak song
Heartbreak hotel
Hotel of broken dreams
Hotel of shattered love
Love lost
Love strain
Strain to hear me
Strain to feel
Feel the weight
Feel something real
Real love
Real life
Life alone
Life together
Together forever
Together for now
Now is the time
Now, here’s your chance
Chance to relate
Chance to reveal
Reveal what you feel
Reveal what I mean
Mean to you
Mean and rude
Rude love
Rude noise
Noise of my heart
Noise, blank
Blank page
Blank and empty
Empty, like my soul
Empty, never whole
Whole damn year
Whole damn heart
Heart and soul
Heart beats
Beat away the pain
Beat down the feelings
Feelings
Pain

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**Blitz:
a 50-line poem of short phrases and images. Line 1 should be one short phrase or image (like “build a boat”). Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1 (something like “build a house”). Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words (so Line 3 might be “house for sale” and Line 4 might be “house for rent”). Lines 5 and 6 should use the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you’ve made 48 lines. Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48. Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47. The title of the poem should be three words long and follow this format: (first word of Line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47). No punctuation.

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Short Story Friday: Drabble (100 Words)

“I need to get back to my bachelorette party,” the woman with the curly black hair complained.
“Sweetie, like I said, you’re dead,” Nakia confirmed with an eye roll, from behind the tall desk.
“I’m marrying the man of my dreams in twenty-nine hours,” she cried, “I can’t be dead.”
“Here’s some literature about the afterlife. We have group counseling Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Nakia replied, dropping a brochure in front of the crying woman, “They have snacks.”
“How can you be so cold,” the woman cried.
“Honey it’s a job,” Nakia replied, “We all gotta do something with our afterlife.”shttefan-280960

 

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Short Story Poetry: Cold Cutter

A Trois-Par-Huit Poem

She never
Missed her mark, forever
A perfectionist, Kelis was pure

Fire and rage, and with a shotgun as her cure
For all the sticky situations she endured

Dark brown skin, thick and curly hair, stunner
She was a cold cutter
Smooth hunter

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**Trois-par-Huit: a poem containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines: 8 lines total with a syllable count of 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. The rhyming pattern is AAB BBC CC where the last line is the title of the poem and summarizes the meaning of the poem. These poems are to appear center aligned.**

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Short Story Wednesday: Dribble

Jehnina tipped her hat as she gazed past the portrait displaying an unflattering image of her face. Were her eyes really that sunken? Were her cheeks truly that pointy? If they’re gonna hunt her down to the edges of the earth, they could have at least gotten her picture right.

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