one act play[setting: a vast greyness. it is beautiful. it is you. THEY are standing on the edge of the roiling grey waves. THEY are faceless. THEY droop in the manner of someone very tired.]one act play by scheherazades
THEY: i unshape myself vastly, a castle tumbling in slow motion.
THEY: my unshaping is quite painful. i sometimes wish i had not begun it.
THEY: i blink and take a picture of myself. there is nothing in the picture. my okcupid profile keeps self-deleting.
THEY: [distracted, confused, singing, mumbling] she sells sea shells on the sea shore / the sea shells she sells are sea shells, i'm sure / she sells sea shells / sea shells she sells / she sells / sea shells / ...
[a large honeycomb appears in the distance. inside it are multiple galaxies. some of these galaxies are grey and some are not. THEY shudder.]
THEY: perhaps this was the best i could have hoped for.
Two Hundred Miles WestI sat looking west in the MojaveTwo Hundred Miles West by gummyrabbit
and I thought of your burning, Los Angeles,
your phosphorescent nighttimes,
your heavy exhalation of industrial smoke.
I thought of your burning, Los Angeles,
and the edge of the west transfixed
in your heavy exhalation of industrial smoke.
The seeping toxins of Tijuana
transfix the edge of the West
in currents of chemical unlife.
The seeping toxins of Tijuana
are in our black breakers that role in the night.
Currents of chemical unlife
in the red drinking water of Vernon,
in our black breakers that role in the night
where America ends in the sea.
In the red drinking water of Vernon
we swallow factories for hope,
where America ends in the sea
of water pollution, light pollution.
We swallow factories for hope,
longing in the thirsty darkness
for water pollution, light pollution,
looking always West from a Mojave.
study in bluehonestly none of you deserve to be called waterstudy in blue by ghostinafog
not even once not even in a blue moon
that peeks sometimes from behind the factories
the tourist birds native to this island
look this one is a settler even like the trees
oily blubber on its scales did you see it?
the metallic film
flashes and disappears
like a name on the tip of your tongue
tired of banking on the contrasts like wreak
balance on this land
with a pinch of a glaucous day and the blackest night
pushing through the cars in the cold cutting across
polished patches of artificially coloured moss
the hypotenuse from a stained window a mocktail
a horse walks into a bar and in its stalemate fi
01.05.2015 - [CLOSED] Quickfire Wordcloud Contest!CONTEST CLOSED: Well done all! Results will be out within the next week or so, I hope!01.05.2015 - [CLOSED] Quickfire Wordcloud Contest! by Lissomer
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Well, hello everyone
Phewff! NaPoWriMo is over, and I'll bet some of you won't know what to do with yourselves, not having to write every day! I'm here to help with that, haha. It's come to my attention that I have a decent amount of points just sitting around waiting to be used (or given!) With that in mind, I'm going to hold another contest! The last one went so well, I'm really pumped up for this one! Woo! So exciting! (So many exclamation points!)
Welcome to my Quickfire Wordcloud Contest!
This is intended to be a short and sweet contest with some nice point prizes.
Below the rules you will find a list of words. Use at leas