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Have you ever found yourself lingering in the realm of dreams as you wake up and engage in the hustle 'n' bustle of everyday life? Find your mind wandering to a world that's full of fantasy and all things that, outside of your subconscious, are seemingly unimaginable? If you'd like to share your fantasy domain and give insight to your dreams, hopes and ambitions, then this is surely the home for you.

This should be a place for fellow deviants to come and share their poetry, get feedback and tips as well as get your work noticed by other writers and poetry lovers!

If you would like feedback on a specific work, please feel free to message to asking for feedback. We would be more then happy to aid you in your writing in anyway possible.


THE 100 THEME CHALLENGE!

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

The goal is to be the first to accomplish this challenge. Write a poem about each of the 100 themes listed above, there isn't really any guide lines to it.. Just write what comes to you. Happy Writing.

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Fruitless“I’m” laughable“I” have no purpose hereBut to be an open channelThe river is always flowing, UnstoppableThis is where it is, on the paperHiding in between lettersFelt, unconsciously, unspokenHeard, safely, UnbrokenTaken for granted and meant to beI remembered again in the middle of the nightWhen I can’t sleep, I dream When I dream I come back HomeThat’s where I wasWith youIn a place we were before, reinventedSomewhere unreachable to me in this momentWe embrace each other as tightly as war victimsWe look into each other the way we did in other lifetimes, still unrememberedThird eye blindI’m that woman before civilization seeing her reflection in a pond for the first time, primalClaircognizant electric paddles shock me back to lifeI can't breathe...I'm gasping for air and asking how long I was underHow long we grasped at each other in the dark Only to feel the coldness of plate glass divisionAnd admire the translucent form on the other sideI question my worth the way I was taught to do in the BorderlandsShrink into myself, and half heartedly offer to keep my distance so I don't infect youI was taught I'm separate and contagiousI notice you're struggling to breathe too, to come to RealityYou quickly pull me back into you, our threads desperately weave back together Taking in life force they were denied for centuriesColor returns to our facesYour eyes in that place were only a shadow of what they are HereNow they don't hypnotize, instead they finally make sense for onceI see my love casted back to meMore unconditional somehow than a Mother’s Love for her childI have no choice but to surrender, helplessShaking and cryingBecause now I realize this Love is too DivineFor my tiny human self to begin to understandIt’s the very fabric of existence, it’s who I really amHuman form torn open and discarded like nothingIt met its Maker and it’s Undoer, she saw it allAnd put up pathetic iron clad wallsI wish I could craft these words in a wayThat would match how Our Spirit whispered its life back into meBut it feels impossibleLanguage creates so many barriersI just want someone to read this and understand what it’s likeTo remember again, for the ego’s first time
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The Ballad of CampanellaThe Ballad of CampanellaAye twas six bells past, a toll, a chime, an echo, a tick, a ringing, and a tremor.‘tis all very confusing in the present, so it behooves to simply keep going.But one would say, it is sometimes difficult to completely ignoreSometimes it is a soft lovely tuneSometimes it is a reverberating aftershockBut when you mix it all together, well…usually nothing out of the ordinary happens.But it does make interesting sheet music.Meanwhile, we sip ale, mead, and stock our pipes.Enjoy amicability, as much as tolerated.Hit the hay, in either gorgeous splendorOr simply slam ourselves upon it and drift off into sleep.Depends on our mood, doesn’t it?The next sunrise, we look around and go, “What now?”Perhaps a different flavor ice cream?Mayhap a different board game, single player? Multi-player?Perhaps we can cook a different mealTo a different tune?Mayhap we can cook the same meal to either the same or another tune.After all, the food doesn’t come out the same all the timeMaybe we can make improvementsFrom a different cut of meatOr just a different seasoningMaybe the rosemary stock we have will yield better if we pluck from the other side of the strand!Oh, the possibilities.Oh, I am not remissNot all enjoy themselves in such fashion.If we did, it would be terrible dull.I suppose the adage ‘Love thy Neighbor’ applies.Though I’ll draw a word and say ‘it shouldn’t have to be applied! It should be inherent!’Is that the right word?Well, what I mean is that loving each other should be the normBut even that has its degrees depending on ourselvesIts all too much to put on the forum and expect all to followBetter for ourselves to figure ourselves outAnd hope for the best!Still, I hope that flavor is still available at the store.
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Devil's Triangle - Location Blips 5.2Proud and gleeful to have scored a date with Sandra, Thomas strutted down the road to his patrol car. He swept his gaze around the neighborhood, seeing his surroundings through rose-tinted glasses. He noticed little things like the flower buds among a bunch of weeds, the low hum of the bees... and a familiar mop of black hair sticking out of the shrubbery near Sandra's house. He raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Having an inkling about who it might be, his lips pressed into a thin line. His bubble of good mood burst as he altered course and broke into a jog towards the figure. The light airiness of his steps shifted to a pounding rhythm. Questions raced in his mind as he prepared to grill that boy - yes, he was quite sure it was him. Thomas gritted his teeth. Tamm wouldn't be happy with this if it was what he suspected. As he neared, the black-haired figure startled. Before he or she could run off, Thomas clapped a hand on the person’s shoulder. The person turned on his haunches - to reveal a stunned Shawn holding a digital camera. His eyes were wide open like a deer in the headlights. A mixture of guilt and fear flashed in his expression.“Shawn? What are you doing here? No extra classes today?” Thomas asked, keeping his tone light but with a sharp edge.The teen quickly recovered from his initial shock and got up from his crouched position. He dusted his jeans off and gave a plaintive shrug. “Nothing much. Just happened to be around the area.”It was an obvious lie. Thomas kept his calm, although his voice carried a touch of sarcasm. “So you happened to be around here with a camera?”“Yeah, why not.”“And you decided to kneel down behind bushes?”Shawn nodded. “Tying my shoelaces. Not exactly a crime, is it?”“No,” Thomas scoffed. “If that’s the case then, I can take a look at that camera.”Thomas stretched a hand out and beckoned Shawn to hand over the device. The teen scowled at him and after a moment’s hesitation, slapped the camera into his waiting hand. “Thank you, Shawn.” Thomas grinned.From the corner of his eye, he watched his nephew sulk and scuff his sneakers on the ground. Something was definitely up.He flicked the dial on the camera and the screen switched from a moving frame to a still picture of Sandra’s house. A chill ran down his back. He hit the back button. More stills of Sandra as she exited the house. Some stills even had him in it.His jaw clenched. He turned his gaze back to Shawn, anger lacing his tone. “Are you stalking Sandra? Is that what this is?”Shocked, Shawn threw his hands up in surrender. “No, no. This is not what it seems, Uncle Thomas. I swear.”Thomas held the camera in one hand and lifted it up pointedly. “Explain what this is then.”Shawn cupped his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Valerie put me up to it. She only wanted a picture of Sandra today.”When Thomas raised an eyebrow in disbelief, Shawn hurried to add. “I got off some extra shots just in case I didn’t get what she wanted.”“What does Valerie want with the pictures?”“I don’t know.”Thomas fixed the teen in a stern glare. Under his scrutiny, Shawn shrunk, his lanky build curling up on itself.“Really, I don’t, Uncle Thomas,” Shawn pleaded, a ring of truth to his words.Thomas could tell from the tone and expression that his nephew wasn’t lying. That didn’t stop him from affixing Shawn with an intense stare that unnerved the young teen. He let Shawn stew in discomfort for a few more seconds before asking, “Is this the first time Valerie has asked you to do this?”Shawn bit his lips before answering quietly, “Second. First time was a few days back.”Giving a curt nod, Thomas folded his arm across his chest. He lowered the camera to chest level and stared down at the still of Sandra re-entering her house. He had no idea of what use this photo was to Valerie but he didn’t like this on several levels. Starting from the fact that Valerie seemed fixated on Sandra - in a bad way, and that she had enough of a hold on Shawn that he was helping her with it. Not to mention his disappointment with his nephew for not knowing right from wrong. And he wasn’t going to let that slip.He puffed out his chest, putting on a stern front as he chided his nephew. “I have to tell you, Shawn. I’m disappointed in you. You should know better than to stalk someone’s home and take pictures of them without permission. How could you not know right from wrong? I mean-”“Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?!” Shawn retorted, his hands balled into fists at his side. Eyes ablaze, he glowered at his uncle with renewed energy.Taken aback, Thomas was at a loss for words. His lips parted but before he could get anything out, Shawn pressed on. “You’re not my father, Uncle Thomas.” Shawn pointed an accusing finger at him. “Even my mum has no say in what I do, much less the likes of you.”Snarling, the teen's voice rose an octave. “So don’t you get all high on the moral ground with me.”“Wait Shawn-” Thomas started, his free hand reaching out to his nephew.Shawn jerked away from him and spun on his heels, running down the road to where his bike was parked. Thomas watched in stunned silence as the teen cycled away. With camera in hand, he stood there, dumbfounded.What had just happened?
Devil's Triangle - Location Blips 5.1May 16 202X13:48@ sansan4ever: Ahh server’s been so dead these days.. Anything new, peeps? @ modthebod: Been busy with school work. Sucks.13:55@ mr-drake: thank god i ain’t in school anymore. good luck, @ modthebod@ modthebod: Thanks. Btw found this photo of Sandra. Enjoy, guys.13:57@ sansan4ever: Aww I feel ya, @ modthebod. *hugs* And ooh boy Sandra looks so hot!@ mr-drake: yo check out that booty *whistles* 14:05@ kai: Great skirt but not loving that top.@ mr-drake: whoa are you the fashion police or what??@ kai: ? I can’t express my honest thoughts?14:07@ modthebod: @ kai Please refrain from expressing criticism of Sandra. This is your first and only warning.14:09@ kai: …. Whatever, fine.~ ~ ~As he drove, Thomas bobbed his head to the country rock music blaring from the car speakers. He liked weekends, even when it was his shift. Weekends meant that Marsha would be at home, supervising Percy’s studies. He had the whole car to himself, so he could blast any music he liked without having to listen to Marsha’s complaints.Weekends also tended to be more relaxing. Not today though. Thomas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with complaints and house visits. Catching sight of the signboard off the road, he flicked the turn signal and took a left. The car drifted down the road, past rows of houses and playing children. Thomas watched them wistfully. Give them a few more years and soon, they would be shuttling between extra classes, with their free time being occupied by a tiny mobile screen.He shook his head and turned his attention to the plate numbers on each house. He was looking for number 12 which was further down the road. The neighborhood was not one he came to often, although in his younger days, he would always pop by. His cheeks flushed at the thought.As house number 12 came into view, he sneaked a look past it. House number 13 sat right beside his destination. It looked almost the same as he remembered it - simple and dull. But it was the occupant inside that had his heart pumping like a house on fire. Thomas took a sharp breath. With a quick turn of the steering wheel, he parked the patrol car opposite house 12 and killed the engine. He stepped out, taking in the smell of freshly cut grass. His lips broke into a wide grin and as he strolled through the open gate of house 12, his mind wandered away from his duties. After all, he was right here, next to Sandra’s house. It would make sense to pop by and say hi, right?No, that would make him seem like a creep. Thomas brushed away his fantasies and rapped on the brown front door.Hands held behind his back, he waited. Over the sound of shuffling inside the house, he heard the haunting tune of a piano. The melody drifted from the neighboring house - Sandra’s place. He smiled to himself, enjoying the music, and at the same time, excited to know she was at home after all.The front door creaked open an inch and a pair of suspicious eyes stared at him over owl-rimmed glasses. Thin lips parting in a snarl, the old woman rasped, “What do you want?”“Hi Dina,” Thomas chirped. “Sorry to bother you but-”“Then go away,” she snapped and made to shut the door in his face.Thomas jammed a hand between the door and its frame, his fingers digging into the wood. He held it open and cracked a forced smile.“Please, Dina. I need to speak to you,” he emphasized.The old woman’s strength was no match for his and she gave up, letting the door swing wide open. She sighed in exasperation and crossed her arms in a defiant stance.“Get on it with it then,” she grumbled as she leaned on the door frame.“Ah right.” Thomas recomposed himself and cleared his throat. He clasped his hands at chest level, putting on a polite smile. “I’m here because we’ve received several complaints about the umm… noise level coming from your house at wee hours in the morning. I-”“Oh those blithering fools,” Dina cut in as her hand moved to rest on her hip. “What have they to complain about when they are the ones who blast music and laugh so damn loudly and bring back guests! I’ll say I should be the one complainin-”Holding a palm up to stop her tirade, Thomas tried his best to keep his tone friendly yet authoritative. “I’m sorry about that, Dina. I know that must be frustrating for you but since it’s before midnight, we can’t do much about that. But if you’re having noise from your place past midnight, that would count as disturbing the neighborhood.”The old woman’s cheeks puffed up and she wagged an accusing finger at him. “Now look here, the only reason I’m even making… noise-” She emphasized the word, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “-is because they woke me up first! I’m a light sleeper and I’ve told them oh so many times about it.”Thomas felt the situation slipping out of his hands and he scrambled for a way to appease both sides. “Okay I understand your grievance, Dina. Maybe you can tell me what or who woke you up in the night, and then we can solve all of this.”Dina huffed and glowered at him. She held her silence long enough for Thomas to shift uncomfortably on his feet. When she was pleased that she held the higher ground, she deigned to give an answer. “It all started when that lady moved in next door.” She jerked a thumb at house 13. Thomas’s heart leapt into his throat. He swallowed hard. “What did she do to wake you up?”The old woman scoffed. “Exactly what she’s doing now. Playing that goddamn piano and always repeating some awful tune over and over.”Dina’s derisive tone scratched at his ears. The vein on his neck bulged and pulsed as he attempted to rein in his irritation. He managed a thin smile, his reply curt and minimally polite. “Got it. I’ll talk to her. Thank you for your time.”His cool tone was not lost on Dina. She glared at him for a few seconds before hissing, “You’d better.”When she slammed the door in his face, Thomas finally let out a long breath. He stalked off her property, his smile morphing into a scowl. He cursed the old woman under his breath. It was no wonder her neighbors complained about her and not Sandra. Who would like that old bat anyway??He slowed his pace as he neared house 13. Upon closer examination, he found the gate closed but not locked. Thomas pushed past it and slipped into the compound. As he walked up to the door, the tinkling sound of piano keys grew louder, calming his anger.The thought of seeing Sandra relaxed the tension in his muscles and his lips curled upwards into a smile. He rapped on the door twice, the sound echoing through the house. The piano playing stopped and he heard her airy voice call out in a singsong manner.Hurried footsteps approached. The front door swung open, revealing Sandra in a baggy tee and shorts, her hair tied back in a lazy ponytail. She broke into a big smile. “Oh Thomas, it’s you!”He grinned. “Sorry to drop in on you unannounced.”“That’s fine.” Sandra waved him off. “So is this an official visit or..” Grinning, she threw him a conspiratorial wink that stained his cheeks pink.“Ah right.” Thomas bumbled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It is official actually.”“Are you going to arrest me or something, Sergeant Thomas?” Sandra teased, sticking her tongue out.He laughed and shook his head. “Nothing of that sort. It’s just that umm..”He cleared his throat and assumed a more official tone. “Your neighbor complained of piano playing in the wee hours of the morning. So I’m sorry to have to tell you but it would be good for all parties if you refrained from doing that.”Her expression changed into a blank look. Thomas winced and quickly added, “I know it doesn’t sound fair to you - I mean it’s music and all. But some people might not find it pleasant. Not that I don’t- I mean I like your music and-”“It’s Dina, right?” Sandra interrupted with a sigh, her shoulders slumping. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in exasperation. “I tried to play as softly as possible. Looks like it didn’t work.”Thomas grimaced. “No it didn’t. Maybe if you change your schedule a little..”“I write my songs whenever inspiration strikes.” She folded her arms across her chest. “It just happens that I get them in the night, or when I’m asleep.”“Oh.” Thomas deflated, at a loss as to how he was going to solve this issue. His eyes darted to the ground in search for an answer that wasn’t there. At the sound of a light-hearted chuckle, he looked up.“Alright, alright,” She said behind a mouthful of giggles. “I’ll help you out here. I won’t play my music past midnight. That should solve your problem.”His chest heaved as he expelled a long breath and whistled. “Oh thank you, Sandra. You’ve no idea how much trouble you’ve saved me.”“Well, how are you going to repay me for this favor?” Sandra cocked her head to one side, soft bangs covering her twinkling eyes. Thomas’s eyes widened. Color tainted his cheeks. “Umm.”Damn. Here goes nothing.“Would dinner and drinks be enough?” he blurted.A grin tugged at her lips. She laughed, one hand cupping her mouth as she nodded. “Yes, that would be good.”The young man broke into a wide-toothed smile and bounced on his feet. “Great! I’ll see you at the pub at 7?”“See you at 7 then.” Sandra smiled.Thomas waved goodbye before she closed the door. He stood there for a moment longer, savoring the victorious feeling. Then, he turned around and strolled out of her front yard, closing the gate behind him. His face lit up like a thousand watts, exuding a warmth that matched the surface of the sun.As he headed to his car, he felt like he was floating on cloud ten - fuck cloud nine. Buoyant and exuberant, there was nothing that could bring him down on this wonderful morning. Nothing at all.
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Heavenly Torture
In my dreams
I dream of you
More often then I care to admit
You excite me and haunt me
I except that I will live like this
Forever having you a part of me
Barging back into my life
When I close my eyes at night
You are my biggest regret
We both failed in our own ways
I blame myself for not being what I promised
For not holding up my end of the deal
My desire to right my wrongs haunts me
To be able to fix this and have the life I wanted
Is something to far gone now, we’re broken
Wounds so deep, knives still buried
My pain and regret keeps you alive
Dancing chest to chest in my dreams
Your brown eyes staring back into mine
Your warmth, the touch of your lips
Some nights the dreams are painful
You breaking my heart over and over
Some nights they are so beautiful
Waking up is the true nightmare
A decade later and you still draw tears
You still have my emotions tangled up
Make me smile and depressed together
Cause me to want to sleep forever and ever
Our paths will cross again and aga
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June tWR Prompt: Robotic Humanity
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Before introducing our new prompt, the participants from the May tWR Prompt: Alien Influence are:
 
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 I am not a Robot by BitterGreen 
Writing about robots is not a new subject but, as humans, we can't seem to get enough. Especially in a world where computers and machinery are involv
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Love's Imprint
I still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.
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Twisted
Twisted
Emotions are mixed in many ways
Thrown in the air and left for dead
Reach up and grab one why not
Get pricked by what you grab and drop it
I don’t know what I want to feel right now
I don’t know if it will hurt or feel good
I don’t want to feel the pain or hurt
I can’t take that feeling anymore
Give me something comforting
Make me feel the warmth and compassion
Not hurt and aggravation that doesn’t stop
Please not the numbness that I have moved from
I want to feel I do it is good
Just not this the not knowing
Knowing when I will be completed and happy
The fulfillment of my emotions and body
I have my entire life to feel
Please don’t make it be full of this feeling
I want to sleep peacefully at night
Not lay awake bogged with sadness and confusion
Take this hurt away and replace it
Fill me with a love and comfort
Replace this emptiness with your love
That I may feel complete in you
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