W.O.R.D. - Prompts, Sharing, and Feedback (OOC) Club

@Calypso Starling No, it's not. i just liked how that name flowed, idk

@Bailey Glade Thanks!

@Ginger Crowdy that was amazing! I love the first 2 stanzas a lot. Good rhythm!

I sing
Of the distance
And the time
And the places
Which I will never see

I sing
Of the mountains
And the valleys
And the forests
Which I can only wish for

I sing
And they think I sing for them
But I do not
And they wonder if I know
What I am missing
But I do

I sing
And my song is not one of freedom
Or one of capture
Or one of happiness
Or one of mourning

I sing
And my song is full of wishes
And stars
And rainbows
And clouds

That is why I sing

@Lucia Fox wow, that was beautiful! I loved the repetition of the word 'sing' and the last line, That is why I sing. Great job!

Ashley Coulson wrote: 23 Mar 2021, 18:17

@Lucia Fox wow, that was beautiful! I loved the repetition of the word 'sing' and the last line, That is why I sing. Great job!

Look to the skies, brush away the vines, clutch the prison bars that hold you, that keep you inside. Long to grasp at the wind till its wrath has yet thinned, listen to what they told you, you must abide. Hold yourself to your promises, honestly, wide eyed and staggered, frightened and ragged, but closing your eyes and clutching onto your dreams. The images that flood your mind like spilled paint spreading and mixing that you dance through, splashing up against the walls as you skid through the puddle of a million different shades.

Look to the skies as you're wrenched backwards from your daydream, open your mouth to scream, but you're muffled by the thin arms that slink around you, blink and they've found you, and you're drowning in the seething vines. Struggle and writhe, retrieve all your knives, cut through the ropes that bind you. Watch the sun circle the sky again and again and you cannot move for the life of you.

Look to the skies from your prison, and you feel yourself give in, and sink down into the bed of grass. A tunnel of darkness blocks the sunlight, and you are flooded with memories, of bare feet running through the woods, of summertime watermelons and sweet juice slicked up the sides of your mouth in a sugary smile, of clutching the rough branches of trees and pulling yourself to the top to feel the sunlight's embrace. And you know, you know, you know that this is a rough patch, and you cannot quite stand, and you miss when you ran, wild and free, through the bright morning. And you know, you know that it will be hard to pull away from the dark, to hang onto the stars, to keep your eye on the part that you know you need to feel. And you know you must do this.

Look to the skies, reach up, up, strain your arms, and pull apart the clouds to allow the sunlight to burn away the vines. Grow bigger than your prison and brush it aside. Fill your mind with just the light.

Look to the skies and feel satisfied.

@Rhea Miller I . . . . wow. I don't even know what to say. That was just amazing.