clover91:

Due to my lack of reading material until Christmas I have decided to make a challenge. It’s like an Anon challenge, but without the anonymous part. The challenge will be a simple theme “prose on death and dying”. I will try to pick places 1st through 5th with 5 honorable mentions. If I get at…

Amo Le Sue Ossa: Prose on Dying

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

poetry spins and slides
sometimes hides, glides
come along for the ride
ever in motion
Filled with emotion
and tears cried
novel notion
ship upon the ocean
tossed with the waves
lured to the rocks
the sirens cried
words gathered in flocks
warm like socks
born from the school
of hard…

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: poetry spins and slides sometimes hides, glides come along for the…

thegirlsoul:

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is…

How beautiful! I’d love to sing these words like a hymn in church. They are so lyrical, lovely, inspiring and true. 

The Girl Soul: Psalm of Life

mikefrawley:

A poem written for a friend
through thick and thin, always true

A most loving, giving, caring soul
someone special, someone like you

Willing to take, preferring to give
laughing in the sun, splashing in the rain

Ever reminding me to feel it all
the love, the tears, the joy, the pain

Each…

Mike Frawley: For A Friend

pavorst:

It seemed to me that she was a person stuck inside a house made out of small cut paper squares. She was the only thing in the house, and when people finally looked inside, each person saw one side of her. They looked in through row after row of picture windows and unearthed giant pieces of her….

I write.: It seemed to me that she was a person stuck inside a house made out of…

lilysofthefield:

blending the white
of forlorn shadows
with my pencil lead
against the warming sun
in the midst of a rain shower
dampening my world
and the page I hold
my life bent backwards
mirrored in words
and reflected my mind
allowing you just a glimpse
of the soul roaming
into adventurous lands
of dreams…

Lilys of the Field: the spot between life and a poem

celestinelea:

I had my yearly review today. It did not go well. Oh- my lessons are great. My teaching style is great. I have such a way with the kids. They are learning so much. They are so excited about writing. They have come such a long way.

But.

Apparently I’ve received complaints because the students…

I wish I’d had an English teacher like you somewhere along the way. I had the red pen, run on hating, fragment catching, misspelled word grade knocking kind of teachers instead and didn’t think I could write at all until two professors in college said they like it. They liked what I’d written, and my heart did a flip flop of happiness inside my chest. The school my children go to has the online grade thing too. I never check it. I review the work they bring home weekly, but I don’t need to know up to the minute what grade are getting in their classes. I can wait for the quarter breaks. There is more to life than grades. There is Life. ~ Janean

That kind of blue…: Parents Just Don’t Understand

mikefrawley:

Try to take it slow and easy
where’s the fire, what’s the hurry

I know the world looks grey today
this too shall pass, don’t you worry

It’s ok if you’re feeling down
confused and lost without a clue

Everything is just as it should be
it’s time for a healing change in you

Don’t allow life to…

Mike Frawley: My Troubled Friend

graciouswords:

I will write until it hurts no more.

Until the last of the tears dry and the final drop of ink kiss the sullied pages of my notes.

I will write until no words are left unspoken and the final sunset has come down before these tired eyes.

I will write until every fiber in my hand is…

Gracious Words.: I am writer…

theidiotmanifesto:

Semi-important.

A few days ago, I made a post concerning an idea Nick and I thought up.

A project dedicated to collections of writing each centred around a theme or prompt. A few people were interested in this, when I made a very vague post mentioning the idea.

So! We have decided to create a blog, run by the both of us, that will make this whole idea a lot easier to manage.

Here ‘ya go! Feel free to follow.

Basically, the idea is to have a new theme or prompt every couple of weeks or so, and sometimes we will incorporate sub-prompts, which will help us keep the project fun and easy-going, no?

At the moment, this is open to all.

Be creative. Want to collaborate with your buddy? Go for it. Want to come up with a collection within a collection? Go for it.

Here are a few guidelines for you all to recite at night before you go to sleep. 😉

• Have a prompt idea? Submit it to us, unless it’s fucked up…
• Want to contribute?! Post your piece and tag it with the set prompt name. The first will be announced shortly.
• Want to contribute more than once?! Knock yourself out, have fun. 
• Deadlines will vary, but and will be announced with each prompt. We’ll try our best to be understanding to those that need a little bit more time. 

Now I know this isn’t flawless, but we will try our best to iron out the kinks as we go on with this idea.

Watch out Sitting On The Window Ledge’s first prompt, in about an hour!

*** If you love me you’ll reblog this…. 😀

Cool idea. I’m in. 

The Idiot Manifesto: Sitting On The Window Ledge