I love Free Write :)
It was just me, Heather Adkins, and Luis ( aka Sin 7) tonight - it was short and sweet :)
We only did two short prompts since Heather and I both had to leave around 9p
I'm posting my favorite one first :)
prompt: Choose something very silly and write about it in a very serious dramatic way
choice : Gum in hair
Baby, I'm stuck on you - like Jeff Danger on a Tuesday night with a broken shoe. Your silky ashen hair falling around your shoulders, tickling the skin you left open in that tank top. I wonder when you'll find me... my smile growing with every impatient moment working toward my discovery - your surprise - your hand - sticking to fingers, never wanting to let you go. Baby, I'll love on you so tight you'll have to cut me out, a tumor - sugar and spit. You know, that boy's got a crush on you. He's too shy to say so he let his teeth chew out the anxiety - his whispers coated me and ... when you weren't looking... he took the chance to love you.
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prompt: Perception - choose an object / describe the object as though it were your most prized possession / describe the object as if it were something you'd never seen before
object: green ivy
I walked in, and there you were... just where i left you
Strong, stubborn, steadfast
Thinking of you this way, a small break of laughter escapes my mouth before I can catch it
I found you... clinging tightly to a brick wall. You seemed to be holding it back from falling.
I had to steal a part of that
I had to keep the memory of that afternoon
I found an old abandon pot on the rooftop, it was rust red in color
I thought it might remind you of home... or remind me where you came from
I let you peek outside, only the corner of a window
too much of the world and you could burn
Instead of climbing... now you are hanging... crawling out of the rust.. searching for something to hold
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This color of green... but maybe brown... brown green?
These tenticles crawling as I sat on the park bench... looking at this curiousity
Watching the wall... waiting for it to move
I wondered - were these strings of green and brown strong enough to hold her?
The mortar now seemingly dust
The wild, sparattic direction, latitude, longitude, topographic maps, leaves to place populations, stems and roots for rivers
It was just me, Heather Adkins, and Luis ( aka Sin 7) tonight - it was short and sweet :)
We only did two short prompts since Heather and I both had to leave around 9p
I'm posting my favorite one first :)
prompt: Choose something very silly and write about it in a very serious dramatic way
choice : Gum in hair
Baby, I'm stuck on you - like Jeff Danger on a Tuesday night with a broken shoe. Your silky ashen hair falling around your shoulders, tickling the skin you left open in that tank top. I wonder when you'll find me... my smile growing with every impatient moment working toward my discovery - your surprise - your hand - sticking to fingers, never wanting to let you go. Baby, I'll love on you so tight you'll have to cut me out, a tumor - sugar and spit. You know, that boy's got a crush on you. He's too shy to say so he let his teeth chew out the anxiety - his whispers coated me and ... when you weren't looking... he took the chance to love you.
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prompt: Perception - choose an object / describe the object as though it were your most prized possession / describe the object as if it were something you'd never seen before
object: green ivy
I walked in, and there you were... just where i left you
Strong, stubborn, steadfast
Thinking of you this way, a small break of laughter escapes my mouth before I can catch it
I found you... clinging tightly to a brick wall. You seemed to be holding it back from falling.
I had to steal a part of that
I had to keep the memory of that afternoon
I found an old abandon pot on the rooftop, it was rust red in color
I thought it might remind you of home... or remind me where you came from
I let you peek outside, only the corner of a window
too much of the world and you could burn
Instead of climbing... now you are hanging... crawling out of the rust.. searching for something to hold
------
This color of green... but maybe brown... brown green?
These tenticles crawling as I sat on the park bench... looking at this curiousity
Watching the wall... waiting for it to move
I wondered - were these strings of green and brown strong enough to hold her?
The mortar now seemingly dust
The wild, sparattic direction, latitude, longitude, topographic maps, leaves to place populations, stems and roots for rivers