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author, who would it be and what would you write about? 50: If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?

John Fante and we would probably write a love story since Ask the dust is just amazing. And we would live in wonderland. :D Thanks for asking! 

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Here they are! 
Congratulations to: Phoarda
#1 Poem of the week: 

The light at the end of the tunnel: 
sometimes i feel anxiousand sometimes i feel sadand timidand alone
it’s as though i’m stuck in a longdarktunnelwhere it’s hard to see the exitand i’m forced to simply hopethat the escape i’m looking forwill one day come
there are times where seeing the happiness of othersprojecting outwardsfrom their bright and beautiful eyesgives me enough strength and courage to go on
but there are also times where it isn’tquiteenough
whereno matter how much i squintand strainand struggleand cry,i cannot see,for the life of methe lightat the endof the tunnel.

#2  Phillyview submitted by ProjectGatsby

A panic attack



I’ve been assaulted by
analog fire;
too many grapefruit
loud lightbulbs too frantic to flicker
a man talking about his dog
a woman reprimanding a child
three girls shouting about nothing
yellow umbrellas
turquoise
and perpendicular pairings of perfectly white teeth
which all add up to one harmonic bursting
ants run through my esophagus, back and up and around until
I explode like an overripe fruit
by contrast, contract
and try to hold my burst head together at the ears
I fail.

#3  Stellaaa-r:  

Garnet
my great-uncle died on flag dayat 7:02 in the morningmy father leaned down to wake me but i knewdaddy smelled of that summer-morning cologneand tofu-scramble with peppers andvegan cheesehis name was garnet likethe gemand his empties shone like the sunhitting his namerich earth-tones and aglowi never saw him in the hospitalpeople told me he was fullof plastic tubes andfluid andwithdrawalhe had a harsh mouthalways gnashing yellow teeth biting at his sonwho never once impressed anyonemy cousin seemed to like him thoughand would take me over therejust next-door from grandmother’s apple treesto play video games in a dank basementthat house where i tripped andskinned a knee(fat tears falling onto fatter fingersand the only one around to comfort mea gangling teenagerhe holds mewhispers with breathlike fresh orangesthe strongest memory of himsince my cousin committed suicide)that house is crumbling nowits organs all sold exceptthat which was renderedun-salvageablei think that old housejust next-door from grandmother’s apple treesit’s just like my great-unclewho died on flag dayat 7:02 in the morning

#4  Phantomofhearts:

My happily ever after:
He has returned again,
bringing with him that thick smog
that coats my fins and tarnishes my scales.
I will save him from the world above,
I will show him the glory of the sea.
With loving arms, I pull him into my embrace.
Down I swim.
Here, the water caresses his features
Gentle eyes grow wide
they glisten in my presence.
His face begins to bloat,
the shimmering has begun to fade.
I press him tighter to my breast,
longing for more time
for him to be the one who will last.
His body grows limp in my arms.
I peer into my lovers face,
before I let him fall away from me.
He was not the one.

#5  Dontpayattrntiontothisblog:

Silence:
Silence,Isn’t the color of gold,Silence,Can be heard,Silence,Has a heart beatSilence,Is notSilent.When you’reAll aloneIn the dark,That’s whenSilenceIs the loudest,It is deafening,It is all thatYou hear,It surrounds you,Like a blanketOf cold, hard, metal,Weighing down on you.SilenceMakes you go mad,With its heart beatThat you can hear,That you can feel.Silence;It is dark, And deep,And cold,SilenceIsn’t colorful,There is nothingGold about silence,That is not silence,That is onlyThe world beingQuiet,That’s the worldHolding its breath,SilenceIs whenThe world is suffocating,WhenThe world is dyingWhen The worldIs dead.There is noSilenceUntil everything Dies,Until your heart stopsBeating,Until everything loses itsColor,Only then,When there is Nothing left,When there isOnly the darknessThat surrounds you,Can you hearSilence,Deafening,Binding,Silence,Only thenWill you knowWhat darkness feels like,Only thenCan you hearIts heart beating,Can you seeIts darkness,Only thenCan you knowSilence.Can you hear it whispering?

Special high fives to: 
Readingismyaddiction: Love.
Cassie G. : Excuse my body
Great work you guys, please keep sending us your work and we wish you the best of luck! Love you all, every single one of you! :) 
_The Authors’ Network.

Here they are! 

Congratulations to: Phoarda

#1 Poem of the week: 

The light at the end of the tunnel: 

sometimes i feel anxious
and sometimes i feel sad
and timid
and alone

it’s as though i’m stuck in a long
dark
tunnel
where it’s hard to see the exit
and i’m forced to simply hope
that the escape i’m looking for
will one day come

there are times where seeing the happiness of others
projecting outwards
from their bright and beautiful eyes
gives me enough strength and courage to go on

but there are also times where it isn’t
quite
enough

where
no matter how much i squint
and strain
and struggle
and cry,
i cannot see,
for the life of me
the light
at the end
of the tunnel.

#2  Phillyview submitted by ProjectGatsby

A panic attack

I’ve been assaulted by

analog fire;

too many grapefruit

loud lightbulbs too frantic to flicker

a man talking about his dog

a woman reprimanding a child

three girls shouting about nothing

yellow umbrellas

turquoise

and perpendicular pairings of perfectly white teeth

which all add up to one harmonic bursting

ants run through my esophagus, back and up and around until

I explode like an overripe fruit

by contrast, contract

and try to hold my burst head together at the ears

I fail.

#3  Stellaaa-r:  

Garnet

my great-uncle died on flag day
at 7:02 in the morning
my father leaned down to wake me 
but i knew
daddy smelled of that summer-morning cologne
and tofu-scramble with peppers and
vegan cheese

his name was garnet like
the gem
and his empties shone like the sun
hitting his name
rich earth-tones and aglow
i never saw him in the hospital
people told me he was full
of plastic tubes and
fluid and
withdrawal

he had a harsh mouth
always gnashing yellow teeth 
biting at his son
who never once impressed anyone
my cousin seemed to like him though
and would take me over there
just next-door from grandmother’s apple trees
to play video games in a dank basement

that house where i tripped and
skinned a knee
(fat tears falling onto fatter fingers
and the only one around to comfort me
a gangling teenager
he holds me
whispers with breath
like fresh oranges
the strongest memory of him
since my cousin 
committed suicide)
that house is crumbling now
its organs all sold except
that which was rendered
un-salvageable

i think that old house
just next-door from grandmother’s apple trees
it’s just like my great-uncle
who died on flag day
at 7:02 in the morning

#4  Phantomofhearts:

My happily ever after:

He has returned again,

bringing with him that thick smog

that coats my fins and tarnishes my scales.

I will save him from the world above,

I will show him the glory of the sea.

With loving arms, I pull him into my embrace.

Down I swim.

Here, the water caresses his features

Gentle eyes grow wide

they glisten in my presence.

His face begins to bloat,

the shimmering has begun to fade.

I press him tighter to my breast,

longing for more time

for him to be the one who will last.

His body grows limp in my arms.

I peer into my lovers face,

before I let him fall away from me.

He was not the one.

#5  Dontpayattrntiontothisblog:

Silence:

Silence,
Isn’t the color of gold,
Silence,
Can be heard,
Silence,
Has a heart beat
Silence,
Is not
Silent.

When you’re
All alone
In the dark,
That’s when
Silence
Is the loudest,
It is deafening,
It is all that
You hear,
It surrounds you,
Like a blanket
Of cold, hard, metal,
Weighing down on you.

Silence
Makes you go mad,
With its heart beat
That you can hear,
That you can feel.

Silence;
It is dark, 
And deep,
And cold,
Silence
Isn’t colorful,
There is nothing
Gold about silence,
That is not silence,
That is only
The world being
Quiet,
That’s the world
Holding its breath,
Silence
Is when
The world is suffocating,
When
The world is dying
When 
The world
Is dead.

There is no
Silence
Until everything 
Dies,
Until your heart stops
Beating,
Until everything loses its
Color,
Only then,
When there is 
Nothing left,
When there is
Only the darkness
That surrounds you,
Can you hear
Silence,
Deafening,
Binding,
Silence,
Only then
Will you know
What darkness feels like,
Only then
Can you hear
Its heart beating,
Can you see
Its darkness,
Only then
Can you know
Silence.


Can you hear it whispering?

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  • Readingismyaddiction: Love.
  • Cassie G. : Excuse my body

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  • I've been kicking myself to publish something I've written for a really long time now, and I finally did it, by participating in your contest. I just sent in my submission. Thanks for hosting it and giving me that last little push I needed!

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    Is there a limit on how long the poem can be?

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    Anonymous

    Are we allowed to send in two poems? Or if we send in a second would you pretend not to see the first? XD I just like the one I just wrote better. :3 Thank you for reading.

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