Category: Writers Block
I walk down this street every day listening to what this place has to offer so pure and clean. I hear the bird fly out of the trees hearing them flutter and fly with ease. I know they there I know they're there the sound "Chirp Chirp" The car drives by the sound of the tires on the black street dried leaves on the ground and the tree so bare winter has obviously taken it's toll. But what a beautiful day spring is in the air. Seeing the grass turn from white to green what a beautiful day or so I've seen.
Jen
I cannot tell which heat feels sweeter. the heat from the sun, or the heat from a heater. A splash in the water, or a frosting at night. A hot summers day, or a cold winters night. To build giant snowmen with little carrot noses, or to be able to stop and just smell the roses. To know where I've been, my tracks in the snow, or the cold freezeing waters which I test with my toe. All of these reasons, the things that I know, I cannot decide, summer, or snow.
I challenged Jen to write something which did not have to do with pain, love, hurt, grief, affection, or, romance. She accepted the challenge and I think it's pretty cool. Will anyone else try their hand and mind at the task?
I think I now know which I adore more. It is the heat of the summer I love, and the snow I apore. It distracts my guide dog, who drags me around, slipping and sliding, I fall on the ground. I walk really stiff cause I'm bundeled so tight. It's cold in the day and it's cold in the night. When I awoke, just imagine my fright. School wasn't canceled six inches that's right. I cover my ears and can't hear a thing. If my phone didn't jiggle I wouldn't hear it's ring. People hear me now this is what I know, I love the summer and I hate the snow.
Yeah, I might try it, what genre do you want? Humor?
Well, are they suppose to be poems? You need to make new lines if it is. it seems to blend and shiver together in confusion.