WebSlam VIII – Round 1PromptsSubmissions are closed for Round 1. Students responded to the following prompts for Round 1. Scroll down to read their work.
Poems
Little Nothing Face Cynical, spinning angles, dizzy in moonbeam ridden alcoholic deliverance, watching teddy bears bloom from wild wilted roses, breathing loneliness deep into hearts bleeding to ashes and glass, I never meant to hurt you, thorns dug deep into your flesh like ivy sewn into the face of a doll, and I’ll steal the moon for you, break it in two, so we can radiate the moon’s soft glow, and we’ll wear the halves of the ivory orb in unison around our hearts, laced with barbed wire , hung on meat hooks and cleaved to a pulp, ‘nevermore’ is the doubt a heart will cry in desperation of a lonely night, foreshadowed by one last serenade, one last swooning kiss and so much less than understanding, a heart cultivated like flowers, drugs laced heavily in doily veins, no longer sitting pretty in a drowning pool of alcohol and weed, nothing matters now but you, numb me from life, fall asleep to the rhythm of your breathing and your heart, sleep bitch, between me and insanity, keep me real please, but what is really real anyways? At least to a little nothing face, your nothing could be my everything, and your everything would intoxicate me and me my demise, I’m broken down but the words you say are mending me slowly, of the fiberglass tissue of my fiberglass heart, step right up and take a swing, see if you can break it more! But you would never do that to me would you? Why do you stare at me like that? A trap to my own gaze, you’re beautiful, it’s everything, and that can be a reason, so don’t say that it can’t be, cause I like it when you hold my face and look into my eyes, you tell me that I’m beautiful, and finally this little nothing face believes.
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