Gah, my laptop has been choking and winding me up with poor connection issues, if anyone awesome out there knows how to fix stupid laptops please drop me a line!
Personal gripes aside, guess what-
WE DID IT! AND WE WERE EPIC!
Lets see shall we?
Team BurpeeThis doesn't mean what you do after drinking too much fizz!
In my pocket was a lie
that burned a hole and clattered down
the artery of a pyromaniac's racing heart
Bleeds cataclysmic tears of her face in the flames
to pool at her feet, where crystaline lilies would grow.
Shivering frail flowers, so shall my inked words flow
Translucent petals, syllables in the moon's cool glow
A taste of eclipse on the skin of a mouthless dream
Like marmalade too high for two small hands
Sluggish and sticky sweet, those lost summer days.
Melted memories tell tales of what was and could have been
Love, life - happiness! All a gelatinous dream.
And rude quicksilver runs in the sockets of skulls. Dreams are breakable things for a brain.
Team Burpee:. BeccaJS ilyilaice Whim-N-Wonder Meterious SRSmith byronycal Porsheee BlackBowfin dragoeniex Zara-Arletis Kadreshi kiwi-damnation WinteroftheSoul
Team Push-upNot just falling and getting up gracefully!
In my pocket was a truth
A truth, barren and bleak, untouched
As words raged, worlds ravaged, enraged
The sun shines on a brand new day
Yesterday is history and seems so far away
But yet night and day keeps ticking our time away
Until we fade into the final sunset
The credits roll. Maybe stay a while to see our names
This is like a trip. To a predestination.
Where my ink stained fingers glide over salted waters.
Ink? A dream of pale-backed squid surfing the ocean floor
All driftwood and butterflies -- they tumble to the shore
All starfish and lullabies in swiftly swirling sand
Team Push-up: BeccaJS VivaFariy Arthisa VKA3 Malintra-Shadowmoon Hopebringer18 QuixoticApricot Vocable bay7sawan WhiskeyDreamer neurotype beeinthebottle
Team SquatAlso known as pushing the earth with your legs!
In my pocket was no truth or lie
Instead it was merely cinnamon and stardust, oak leaves and caterpillars
fragrances mixed with heady appeal, leaving me to slumber under the oak tree
I awaken into my dream flying looking down the green field below interrupted by a stream
But then I screamed mid-flight, For who could withstand such a terrible height?
And if not for the heart shaped trampoline of your love, I might have
Fallen, never to bounce back,
the stink of hot asphalt in your nose.
Abruptly invaded; the stench haunts the senses,
It festers and boils, breaking all defenses.
With silent reverence, the practice of poise perches in perfect stillness. . . the world released a hitched, uneven sigh in anticipation; the silence deafens
eager ears that yearn to play their part.
Team Squat: BeccaJS MagicalJoey OneWithTheStars maxnort Shirokibo doughboycafe squanpie ArynChris gridtakno 2pinksink justb Domaex JessaMar
So What Now?
Firstly, I need to share with you that I enjoy doing community events like these. They're a bit of dorky fun, but actually what they really do is bring people together to collaborate and network with writing. I think seeing the end result is the first step in showing what working together could bring and even more where it could go.
It's up to you what you do now. Some of you could take this as a 3-stanza poem, or 3 individual poems. You might want to take specific lines or images and create a new piece off the back of it. You can play with it even further, maybe clean it up into something else. Maybe ask for one of your comrades to partake in writing partnership with you and create something together?
We'd really like to see where you take this and if you do create something new using this material (or a poem dedicated to the gym!), please share the end-product here!
Thank you everyone for your support and to those who participated! Don't forget to share your thoughts and feedback on the process, experience, or results!