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Don’t miss this brilliance by tiredhamster. It takes you to many world’s.

tiredhamster's avatarVery Important Stuff Here

Imagine this: a sheet of paper
Stretching flat for miles and miles,
For years and years, until
A necessary distortion, a tiny
Scratch with no real owner.
A slight ripple comes, but flatness
Quickly returns, not seeing
The light burp of particulates
Spreading. Years and years,
Miles and miles, the particulates
Escape from the scratch
And tumble among themselves
Until heavy things start to form.
The heavy things are too heavy
For the paper, and start bending
Flatness until gravity and dimensionality
Occur. The flatness is gone.
The paper becomes a misformed
Space. That’s how I often see it.

We believe in the peace
Before the great occurrence,
But it wasn’t even peace.
This complexity is just the face
Of a dying system, you might say,
It will never be whole, never be
Flat again, but this is just another
Feeling that humans have.
We’re not big fans of the…

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My novel outline

My novel outline ….. by bilocalalia

bilocalalia - talking about living in two places's avatar...Bilocalalia...

It’s an old-fashioned phone cord
swallowing lines of communication,
tangled around its own folds,
self-consuming like an ouroboros.

It’s a fragile gold chain hopelessly
jumbled, knotted, only to be freed
with a needle and plenty of patience.

It’s an abysmal Cretan labyrinth,
a Fibonacci spiral, Burano lace.

It’s a Gordian knot calling for a knife.


Don’t worry, I’m only joking. I don’t have an outline for my novel. I approach NaNoWriMo like an adventurer without a map. As my mom would often say, “This is nice. We’ve never been lost here before!”

Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge.

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The Great Pumpkin

The Great Pumpkin ….by Eugenia

Unknown's avatarPoesy Perspectives

hushed was the rumor

the dark of night shaken, and

patch dwellers aghast.

the Great Pumpkin rose

to the delight of children

pumpkiny deeds carried forth.

yet the awe assaulted by

air with a singular chill

A magical moment only for

those who believe

in Halloween

Reena’s Exploration Challenge#158

SINGULARITY

The Saturday Symphony #16 (Fairytale edits)

PONDEROUS THOUGHT – FAIRYTALE EDITS

Though, the Great Pumpkin, an unseen character in the comic strip Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz, is not a typical fairytale, I thought the enchanting tale to be a fun subject for my poem and in keeping with the season.

The prompt, PONDEROUS THOUGHT – FAIRYTALE EDITS, hosted by Jude at tales told different, is to change the fate of the fairytale, which is reflected in my poem.

Plus, here is the link to a post about pumpkins that I wrote in 2015 – My Pumpkin.

-Eugenia

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#283. THE WAR HAS BEGUN- A Flash Fiction

The War has Begun …..by Ramya Vivek

Ramya Vivek's avatarMy Musings

There’s a planet at the edge of the universe not unlike the earth in landscape and atmosphere. But its inhabitants are not.

The similarity unfortunately ends with just the landscape, the inhabitants there are far more truthful and innocent than the Earthians. Even the wind and sea obeyed their leader, whose sole purpose in life was to uplift the occupants of their planet ‘Pious’ and to never let the Earthians curtail their innocence.

He knows that the Earthians were already on a mission to capture their planet. They were in awe of the nil crime rate and the non-polluted environment of the ‘Pious’. The leader knows this, for he has witnessed the origin of the Earth and knows how it exactly resembled ‘Pious‘ then.

But, now the Earthians are full of jealous without an iota of compassion towards fellow humans, let alone other inhabitants. Together, they have…

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A halloween verse — Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors

Originally posted on fauxcroft: Can you feel the twitch Of the witching hour, Can you feel the itch Of the paranormal hour, Can you feel the tingle up your spine As you know it’s nearing Halloween time, Do you feel the ghostly and the ghastly Can you hear the words whispering trick or treat, Can…A halloween … Continue reading A halloween verse — Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors

Reena’s Exploration Challenge- Singularity

Singularity ….. By Sadje

Sadje's avatarKeep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Welcome back!

PROMPT #158

The word that caught my imagination while surfing the net was

Singularity

~*~*~

I am me

But I am you too

We are similar but not the same

Yet the same blood runs through our veins

The joys and sorrows, the highs and the lows

We all experience these emotions in our own way

We have the same beginnings and would end in the same way

But in between, we diversify like colors of the spectrum

Which join together to form one brilliant white light

I am me, but I am you too

~*~*~

#Keepitalive

#ReenasExplorationChallenge

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The Equation Called Life

The Equation called Life ……by Susi Bocks

Susi Bocks's avatarI Write Her

nothing is everything
everything is nothing

darkness becomes light
light becomes darkness

death is life
life is death

infinity is the end and the beginning
WE are the unceasing singularity

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न रहे

English translation in Comments. Read original Hindi poem here ….

hecblogger's avatarPlaying with words

तुम तुम न रहो, हम हम न रहें
हम दोनों के दरम्यां कोई फासला न रहे

छीन लो मुझसे तमाम प्यास मेरी
हो सामने जाम, उठाने का हौसला न रहे

यूँ मिटा दो अपने सभी शिकवे गिले
फिर रूठने मनाने का सिलसिला न रहे

मिले सज़ा न मिले वज़ह-ए-सज़ा
किसी भी गुनाह का ऐसा सिला न रहे

हो क़ातिल तुम्हीं बन बैठे हो मुंसिफ़
“अमित” के हाथ कोई फैसला न रहे

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 158

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Who could it be?

The bell rings, Tring Tring Tring Who could it be at this hour? Eyes are shut, hands in coins jar The bell rings, Tring Tring Tring What ominous news does it bring? Eyes are shut, hands in coins jar Parasomnia, if you see from afar.... What ominous news does it bring? The truth may make … Continue reading Who could it be?

Autumn

If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of … Continue reading Autumn