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rainbow (Sri Lanka) published:

Mirror Mirror

PROMPT: The World's Writer

Mirror Mirror may you fall
For treating me bad off the wall
For centuries I've been loving your call
Oh Mirror you shattered my dreams all

''The wicked and harsh and cruel
The queen-witch who had a life dual
The rotten apple whose poison was the fuel''
They praised me more and more, both in palace and the hovel

In betrayel hearts are broken
Envy makes serpent mouths open
A beauty makes another beauty darken
Truth becomes more bitter when...

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2 months ago

rainbow (Sri Lanka) published:

Mirror Mirror

PROMPT: The World's Writer

Mirror Mirror of the hell
Never you ever had treated me well
Happily as happy in the palace you did dwell
Ever you ever only glimpsed the beauty of the shell

''The wicked and harsh and cruel
The queen and witch who had a life dual
The rotten apple whose poison was the fuel''
They praised me more and more, both in palace and the hovel

May not be me, as white as snow
May not be me, as vivid...

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2 months ago

Paige (United States) published:

Rapheal Santiago

PROMPT: The World's Writer

    He's so graceful
    He's loved by mundanes, nephilim, and all sorts of species
    He gets all of the attention,
    When he disobeys the law,
    When he hurts other people,
    Why?

    It isn't fair
    He bears the Mark of Cain,
    He can walk during the day,
    He has more friends than me and im ancient,
    Yet he doesn't even respect his species

    I thought we could have got along ...

2 months ago

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Taffy R. (New Zealand) published:

Half-Caste Teen

PROMPT: The World's Writer

I am a Half-Caste Teen.

I am caught in the in-between.

Sure, I've got the blood of an islander and my ochre complexion is an indication of my polynesian heritage, 
but what's it worth if I don't know the language? 

What is it worth if identity is a difficult wreckage to salvage?

We live in a world where sense of identity is sought after relentlessly and confidence is portrayed as a perceptible entity, meanwhile relational ties blur together and we...

2 months ago

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AREB (Pakistan) published:

HEAR ME SHOUT

PROMPT: The World's Writer

I HEARED THE ROARS 
ROARING IN THE PAST
SOME OF THEM ARE LEFT 
FOR ME TO HEAR
OTHERS ARE LEFT FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR
BUT 
WHY? THEY ACT
LIKE A DEAF HOLLOW
FLOWER
SHEDDING ITS PETALS 
BUT NOT CARING FOR THE 
RAIN DROPS 
AS THEY DROP FROM SKY
MAKING IT THEIR SHELTER
BLINDFOLDED I STOOD STRAIGHT
SHOUTING SO THAT 
THEIR EAR DRAUMS BURST
AND THEN THEY'LL REALIZE
THE TRUTH WAS'NT ACTUALLY THE TRUTH

3 months ago

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nervousbibliophile (Australia) published:

entangled in the afterlife

PROMPT: The World's Writer

from the perspective of the maid of the princess

She got herself killed in one place
But died a million times in the hearts she kept alive
The prince will laugh and sip from his goblet
He won't notice me, no one notices me

My head is held down
She lifted me up
And now that she's gone
Revenge has corrupted me

I was over-looked, neglected
But always at her side
Existing in a frozen reality
Not quite dead, not...
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3 months ago

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Luci Munday (Australia) published:

second of three

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I was born to a teacher in Munich,
the second daughter of three.
My parents split up early '20s,
but got back, for want of money.
I was employed as a sales clerk at 17,
but developed a talent for something other.
Photography was my one true passion,
not a housewife like my mother.
While working at the store
of a well-known cameraman,
I met a certain Herr Wolff,
and my love for him began.
I stayed by his side for...

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3 months ago

Pavithra C.P (India) published:

We Matter!

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It's like it's our duty to walk home right when the sun goes down
It's like a compulsion to never go out alone
It's like it's important to carry a pepper spray everywhere
It's like we have to have the keys around the knuckles when the clock strikes nine. 
It's like the eyes bore down on us no matter what we wear
It's like we cannot be epitome of imperfect. 
It's like that fear holds on us no matter where...

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3 months ago

Em Allen (United Kingdom) published:

A Parent's Calamity

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From the perspective of the parent to the main character.

So glorious,
One of the little warriors.
Until you take the lead,
And I can no longer sleep.
I'll wait up and pray,
That the monsters are only pretend play.

Anxiety shaking my every bone,
I'm waiting to pick up the phone.
Will you be alive,
Or will I have to watch a legacy thrive,
The new beginning of a nation,
In the absence of its foundation?

A hero so...
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3 months ago

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NewPoet (United States) published:

What do I want to be?

PROMPT: The World's Writer

I put on a smile because it’s what they want to see.
I try to do what I want, but can never be the real me.
I am forced to hide my feeling and always say that I agree.
Even in America,
I’m never truly free.

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4 months ago

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AvaB (United Kingdom) published:

The girl behind the glass mirror

PROMPT: The World's Writer

The girl behind the glass mirror:


The girl behind the glass mirror,
The girl with no waist
The girl with no patience 

The girl behind the glass mirror,
The girl with scars 
The girl with a broken heart 

The girl behind the glass mirror,
The girl with chubby thighs 
The girl who was forged from ice

The girl behind the glass mirror,
The girl who stares back at me
The girl who tears up at the sight of me

The...

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4 months ago

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TheaZS (Australia) published:

The Darkness of the Fold

PROMPT: The World's Writer

This is about the Darkling, and if you don't want spoilers about Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm, or Ruin and Rising, I wouldn't read this. I mean it. Spoilers. Many many spoilers.


The darkness is all I am;
My name, my life.
The Darkling.
As if I serve the darkness
As if I am smaller
Instead of its lord.

The Fold is called evil,
But this is an evil world,
Why shouldn't I create something
That's evil as well. ...

4 months ago

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encapsulated_emotions (United Kingdom) published:

the girl that i should be//the girl that i am

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she crouches on the floor wearing mud encrusted flip flops
there is a red shawl wrapped tightly around her waist
it holds her brick phone which has run out of battery
it holds her aching back like pva glue wrapping around jigsaw pieces

she reminds herself that she is no one
just a village girl who cuts grass for the cow
her mother milks it and loves it
her father carries the milk on a motorcycle into town

this world...

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4 months ago

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Yellow Sweater (United States) published:

To Lorca's Missing Grave, To Franco, To Those Who've Left the American Flag a Bloodless/Bloody Blue and Black

PROMPT: The World's Writer

True patriots always die because it is dangerous to love something so easily set on fire.

(Love is something easily set on fire)  

Oh Lorca, you loved your country, but your country gored you on the horns of its bulls, 
of its sacred beasts of cruel geometry, who knew nothing of the ritual that created them.    

Can’t you love yourself and love your country and love the country that exists inside yourself? 
Can’t you love the dirt and love the...

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4 months ago

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Summer_100 (Australia) published:

Sally Jackson haiku (Percy Jackson series)

PROMPT: The World's Writer


He might be more known,
But I am there to fighting,
worrying, scared
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4 months ago

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Yellow Sweater (United States) published:

To Lorca's Missing Grave, To Franco, To Those Who've Left the American Flag a Bloodless/Bloody Blue and Black

PROMPT: The World's Writer

True patriots always die because it is dangerous to love something so easily set on fire.

(Love is something easily set on fire)  

Oh Lorca, you loved your country, but your country gored you on the horns of its bulls, 
of its sacred beasts of cruel geometry, who knew nothing of the ritual that created them.    

Can’t you love yourself and love your country and love the country that exists inside yourself? 
Can’t you love the dirt and love the...

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4 months ago

5

The Ravenclaw Pumpkin (United States) published:

Talent

PROMPT: The World's Writer

Athena
    
I have talent. I am special. No one can take that away from me. I don't care what they all think, because I have talent. Therefore, I am special.

Archane
    She stole our right for talent! Well, I don't care. I'll gladly take back my right, because I don't owe her a single thing. And that includes my right to talent.

Athena
    I walked along the streets of this little town in Greece. This...
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4 months ago

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_Peanut_ (United States) published:

Mae

PROMPT: The World's Writer

My mama hosts parties
Dresses up real nice, fancy
She yabbers on the phone,
Gil-gally laughing with her head thrown back
She spends many hours
Poofing her hair into
Beautiful curls, blonde
As me, but her cheeks
Are dusted with layers of powder
That mine don't seem to have

My mama adores her bitty
Machine, that pieces together beautiful
Sky-blue sheets of lovely cotton
Like the buds that line my city
That I never get to see
She puffs on...

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4 months ago

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TianEn [ChildOfGod] (Malaysia) published:

The Sidekick in My Story

PROMPT: The World's Writer

I never thought I'd be
The sidekick in my story
The one who saves the day
Then fades right straight away
The one they do not know
But tells them where to go
Who cringes at a touch
Who seems to know too much.

I never thought I'd be
The sidekick in my story
The nameless one in black
Who's always looking back
Afraid of something strong
Always forewarning wrong
Who's neither snake nor swan —
Who saves them, and...
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4 months ago

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remnant (United States) published:

the mirror tells me lies

PROMPT: The World's Writer

the mirror tells me lies
its broken in an illusion 
and my hand traces the cervices
it fools me with 
these shards tells me I'm me
but my hands
on crystalline white surfaces
are foreign to 
my eyes on unshed reasons
as reality shines through like prism 
rainbow shades dull browns, subterfuge whites, and haunting blacks
and red.

and the mirror is so tall
as if my dignity is reduced to a false sense of enormity 
and the lie it...

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4 months ago

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sophiacriesoverabook (United States) published:

our golden age

PROMPT: The World's Writer

is it the end of our golden age 
God, you're just like her
filled with fate and coincidental daydreams
i like dancing in a bikini top
white-turned-green
it was $40 and you gave it to me for free
i handstitched white thread to force its fit 
but fabric glue sealed the ends because 
you cant tie a knot with too little 
i always either under or over estimate
the amount needed, so it dances on my bedroom carpet
or slips...

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4 months ago

Lilygreen (United States) published:

My Experiment

PROMPT: The World's Writer

I see, I observe, I wait
I do not understand the Angels 
Dressed in white, the color of the heavens, they
break nature’s law

I am one indebted, delivered, and denied 
To tests, experiments, and machines 
Yet they study me. 
Their knowledge is vast-
But what good is knowledge after the fact?

It is not how much I have changed. 
It is how much they have. 

4 months ago

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TheSpacePoet (United Kingdom) published:

Mr Darcy's Rejection (Draft 2)

PROMPT: The World's Writer

"You must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished women." - Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice

Could I relieve a man from pride,
that has been chiselled from intense grandeur?
One thing is for sure.
I would never dance with him.
Well then,
I could never marry him.

He has admitted his faults,
But it is still only I who can see those flaws.
Are we not equal?
Are we not equal?
I do believe that we...
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4 months ago

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Dragonfly (Germany) published:

The fruit I ate should not affect my daughters

PROMPT: The World's Writer

You made me from his rib.
Though from his bone, I am not his.
Do you not see I am my own?
Why did he get a name?

But Adam could name me?
I am not his to name.
You call me "living one", "the source of life". Don’t you know I live for knowledge also?
It is my right not just to give, but to take too.

And so I did, as you remember,
Though conflict, battle, tore the...

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4 months ago

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Tvaylor (Nigeria) published:

Dear Elizabeth,

PROMPT: The World's Writer


What a perfect picture you were 
So composed, so divine
Commoners looked at me
Thought I was a ticking bomb in time
Well so did I
Given from birth 
A belittling superiority
A queen for that matter
A back up for the latter
I do not blame you 
Always so sweet, always saw the best in me
Stepping out of your blinding light
Was a must
But that made me do things
I ought to have not
Margaret was my...
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5 months ago