Younger
By Stylo-S
When I was younger, There were no colors, no shapes. The past stays foggy.
A response to the Haiku prompt
Weekly encouragements to help you express yourself.
By Stylo-S
When I was younger, There were no colors, no shapes. The past stays foggy.
A response to the Haiku prompt
By Ethan Silvernail
A frog sits nearby The ancient serene inlet Suddenly, a splash
A response to the Haiku prompt
By Coralie Rozenblum
I do have a Now page (in french) on my blog so I'll translate it here.
What I do, read, learn right now :
A response to the Now prompt
By John Dorroh
Serval cats tiptoe near nuclear power plants in Johannesburg
A response to the Haiku prompt
By Dark Frost
(Just one of those many Random thought without context I do have sometimes during night)
Sometimes I find myself waking up in midnight crying helpless and holding my pillow tears won't stop falling from my eyes. There's a pain in me and it hurts and I don't know why. Feels like this pain is a part of me or maybe am a part of the pain. A far stretched loneliness clouding my vision and I get covered in this darkness of it. This weird feeling of missing something or someone stays there. This longing and yearning never seems to end. I am a composed person and am calm but right now right here in this four walls I am... Idk what am I? I feel like loosing myself or maybe I have lost myself already and Honestly there's no way to confirm either of it. Why do I feel this way and when exactly it all started is a mystery to me. I am trying to make sense out of it. As soon as the sunlight kisses the earth on its forehead. The world seems to wake up. Everyone going back to their slumber.
A response to the Now prompt
By Andreas
I’m searching for the optimal blog service and maybe I have found it in Write.as. But I’m not sure yet. I have a Posthaven blog, a Micro.blog and a blog hosted by Write.as. I like them all, but it’s too much to handle. Still I want to keep them all. My native language is swedish. On my Posthaven blog I only write in swedish. On Micro.blog I’ve been doing both swedish and english and the same for my Write.as blog NDRS.WORK. I write about my life, nothing special. Nothing great for other to read but I like it. And it helps me focus on today. If there are any other multiple blog service users out there I have a question for tou? How are you handling things?
In response to the Now prompt
By Luna Rose
Wind whips around me I feel the cold in my bones Winter is here now.
A response to the Haiku promt
By Emery Rose
there is no love felt in the light of a million diodes and the laughter carried over a thousand miles of fiber still cannot fill the room or be felt in my chest a constant stream of unicode tells me we are here together but my heart tells me
connection lost service unavailable
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt
By Billy Jackson
Lugnut and Old Boy bark at a four point buck eating fermented apples under a gnarled old tree
They bark at joggers fit and annoyed at the intrusion into their ritual
Their shift starts before mine Before I leave And ends after mine Before I sleep
They howl at the sirens of police and firemen heralds of needed help
And they greet the delivery people so that they know they may not stay long
They ward off the wild things the raccoons and opossum and yell at the uncaring ravens to begone
And the Coyote's call the yammering yelps sing a song of battle in Lugnut's heart so he paces back and forth and whines – “Let me at em!”
Then in the evening they come inside, fences secure treats and headrubs and wrasslin
Until we all sleep Old Boy on the couch, sprawled out and Lugnut next to our bed, childishly close and wary as Cerberus
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt