Challenge
Secret Poems
We all have our deepest darkest secrets. Try to write a poem that encompasses one of your own without actually telling the reader what it is. Here's a riddle to get you goin:
Sometimes I feel as if I were a secret.
That when I am out, there are eyes to judge my appearance.
That when I am spoken, there are ears to misinterpret my meaning.
And that when I am found, I am more than likely to be disliked.
What am I?
Cretes Epsom
It says a lot that none of us feel the need to waste words. This shit is in print. Why paint you a picture of turds. A landscape confused by the cacophony you’ve heard. In one ear and out the other.
Read aloud or in our head. Do you dread the caustic discord your mind is being fed? Led down this path of crap. These colors do run and though none wish to tread. Stepping in it is only slightly less common than having your daily bread. And god forbid it hits the fan. What say you edit it for the bowl instead.