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klwoodford
How can one sum up their entirety as an individual in 140 characters? Please share the secret because I am at a loss.
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Challenge of the Week CXXVI
Obsession. Write about obsession. Simple. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
klwoodford

Better.

Insecurities

Tear my soul in two.

Flesh unmarked

Not all is as it seems.

Am I -

Not enough?

Too much?

All that I

Should be -

Strive to be?

Niggling earworms

Get out of my head.

My soul is not your bed.

But I fixate

Focus

Manipulate

The ideal self.

Live -

Without fear of opinion

My inner voice.

Is.

Screaming.

Drowned out

The waves of expectation

Crash, whip, silence.

Circling, prowling -

My goals need more time.

More energy.

Hello mother moonbeams,

The day is not enough.

Obsession has -

Reunited us.

Driving to the brink

The point

Unto which happiness rests.

klwoodford

POSITIVITY.

I'll love me today.

With all my quirks

And not-quite right hair.

Did you know there's a way

It's supposed to look down there?!

But why should I care -

My body is BEAUTIFUL!

I am force. I am power.

So what if I smell like a bear

And need to take a shower?

I'll love me today.

There's nothing That will stop me.

Believe me when I say,

I am flourishing. I am FREE.

Challenge
Challenge of the Month II
The Gift. Write the story of a gift, passed from one hand to another. Perhaps it is a heart-warming gesture of kindness and goodwill. Or perhaps it is something more foreboding, more sinister. Perhaps it is a simple, material object. Or perhaps it is something more amorphous, more esoteric. Whatever it is, it must be a gift. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
klwoodford

The Gift.

I see you.

I hear you.

You are not alone.

Take my hand

We'll explore this land

Until we find a home.

I see you.

I hear you.

I understand your soul.

Let us feel,

Let us heal.

No need to pay the toll.

klwoodford

Dirty Laundry

Dirty laundry scatters the floor of my apartment.

The past is present everywhere I shed my skin.

I am molding and ransforming. Each day born anew.

That damn dirty laundry stirs memories.

Every article takes me back. Again I can see

The good, the bad, and the growth, but my only thought

Is it's time to clean the dirty clothes in my apartment.

klwoodford

Uncertain

So many ideas course

through my thick, determined skull.

That is until I open

The blank white screen that begs

To be marked with words, deflowered

Dear friend uncertainty, why?

Why force up a wall?

The magic is gone. It follows

My fleeting thoughts.