by Naomi L. | May 23, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Sure is tough to live like me,
As you very well can see.
Got a cowboy on my back
(Pretty sure his name is Jack).
He’s been eatin’ more and more,
And my back is awful sore.
But I guess it’s all the same
To a horse without a name.
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Horseplay.
Write 50 words of poetry, no more and no less, on what it means to be a horse.
I improvised this piece for a writing challenge in about five minutes. It wasn’t easy to write a poem using only 50 words, but at least it was fun to try! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | May 16, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I’m so sick.
I’m tired.
Did I fail?
Have I done anything right?
Am I doing anything right?
What do my feelings count for?
Anything?
Are they worthless?
Am I worthless?
No, I’m not.
I hate feeling so lonely.
I don’t talk to anyone.
But I want to.
I miss talking to someone.
I just want to be heard.
Is there any respect for me?
For how I feel?
I feel undermined,
Without value.
I’m afraid.
I’ve brought this on myself
Because I’m afraid.
Afraid of what they will say.
I don’t want their advice sometimes.
I just want someone to listen.
I’ve been reduced to talking to myself.
Because I feel like only I hear me.
Someone please listen.
Please listen.
Please.
I feel so alone.
I’m not like you.
My feelings don’t go away
With just a smile.
They come back,
Even worse,
If left unshared.
They must be set free.
I can’t let go.
I’m not like you.
I can’t let go
Of my sadness
And anger
And fear,
Not by myself.
I have to release them
To the world.
I want to scream,
And break things,
And hurt myself
When I’m left alone too long.
The feelings build up inside me,
And I can’t let them go by myself.
They have nowhere to go,
So they come back.
They need somewhere to go.
So I need to be heard.
I need someone to listen,
And not make me afraid to speak.
Do not undermine me.
Do not belittle my emotions.
Respect me.
They are big to me,
They are important to me.
Listen,
And they will be set free.
And I will be free.
While feeling particularly blue one day, I decided to turn my angst into a writing exercise. I took a pencil and a sheet of paper and just kept writing nonstop until I reached the bottom of the page. This is what came out. The poem is made purely of raw emotion; the only editing I did was to arrange one long paragraph into poetic verses. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | May 9, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Is there a way I can thank you for all you’ve done for me?
Letting me grow up free while keeping me safe?
Opening so many doors for me throughout my childhood?
Voicing lessons that I could take with me for life?
Encouraging me every day to succeed?
Your love is the greatest blessing of all, for
Only you do everything to make me the best I can be, yet
Understand how to love me just the way I am.
Many things you’ve done for me, but I do have
One way to say thank you:
Mommy, I love you!
Happy Mother’s Day to my amazing mom! Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me, and what you continue to do for me every day! God bless you always! I love you!
by Naomi L. | May 2, 2014 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
Its skin was pale green, it had a dozen eyes, and it crawled on eight long spindly legs.
Evolution had made its teeth sharp to tear through the tough tissue of the vegetation on its native planet.
It had come to Earth to taste some exotic salads. Sadly, the local wildlife thought it had come to taste them.
The translators were all aboard the ship. It never had a chance to explain.
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Alien Madness!
Create an alien life form. Describe what it looks like and what its habits are using no more than 100 words.
I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | April 25, 2014 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
“What’s that?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all.”
“Hey, don’t hide it! I wanna see!”
“No, you don’t. You really, really don’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you. Trust me, you’d freak out.”
“What do you take me for?”
“Honestly? …A prude.”
“What?! Now I have to know!”
“Ow! Let go! No, give it back!”
“Why? What’s- Oh my god…”
“I can explain…”
“Please don’t. You were right; I didn’t wanna know.”
“…Can I have it back?”
“…Fine. Just promise you’ll never let me find it again.”
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Keep It Secret!
Using dialogue only, and no more than 15 lines, write a scene between two people. One is keeping a secret from the other. Don’t mention the secret.
As you can imagine, I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | April 18, 2014 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
Her skin glows a pale blue-green in the moonlight.
Her eyes shine like emeralds, hypnotizing anyone who dares to gaze into them.
She sings ethereal melodies that melt the coldest of hearts.
Her voice lures the unwitting into her company.
The razor-sharp claws and teeth are what keep them there forever.
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Make Me a Monster!
Using no more than five sentences, create a new monster. You can make it as silly or scary as you want.
It’s not the most original creation, but it was still fun to imagine. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
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