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  • procrastinating 8w

    For a long time, I've been feeling the pressure to choose between two paths society has presented me with.
    This is my answer to society.

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    A Tale Of Two Roads

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    I stood, deep in thought, pondering my path
    When my companions asked me, "Well?
    What choice do you make? Choose!"
    As I considered both, weighed their merits,
    They hovered, pushing me to make a decision.

    "Wait a minute," I paused for thought, curious
    "Why there be only two paths to choose?"
    They blinked, surprised at the query
    "Why, both are tried and tested paths,
    firm in their surety for success," was the reply.

    Said I, "Fuck that, for I am no traveller,
    An adventurer instead, finding a new way
    Creating my own paths, not following others."
    So saying, I ran into the woods, happy now,
    In the end, if I get lost and perish, it will be on my own path.

    ©procrastinating

  • procrastinating 8w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Nostalgic

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    Once upon a time, made memories

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    Music

    Magic of music,
    A place beyond time
    Emotions and love
    Evoking divine

    Music is my love
    Music is my life
    Music is the place
    I go when I'm lost

    Music is the bond
    That connects us all.
    Music is the thread
    That binds us all.

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  • procrastinating 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word one-liner on Lack

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    Have everything you want...lack everything.

  • procrastinating 9w

    Soulmates

    iterations of us finding each other
    We tread the same path

    dance the same delicate steps
    the stage may be different
    and so may the audience
    the dance may vary too
    as well as the music.

    Even then
    we dance.

    The dance is familiar
    and different
    all at the
    same time.

    we will make our way through it
    sometimes delicately
    sometimes alluringly
    sometimes happily
    sometimes sweetly
    sometimes wearily
    sometimes broken.

    even if we stumble
    or miss a step
    we will always find the path
    leading into each others hearts
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  • procrastinating 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word one-liner on Season

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    COLD! aaaahh.... HOT!

  • procrastinating 9w

    Cliché

    Multiple sides
    Everything's a spectrum
    Blurred lines
    Not just one solution

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  • procrastinating 9w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word micro-tale on Triumph

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    Uphill battle
    Rise above your failures and
    Triumph

  • procrastinating 9w

    Sticks

    With a fearsome brandish,
    You turn into the mighty Excalibur!

    With a twist and a twirl,
    You morph into a cooking apparatus!

    With a quick wave of the hand,
    A glowing lightsaber you become!

    With a wave of the hand and a flourish,
    You can become the conductor of an orchestra!

    With a sheaf of papers and an imagination,
    You can create worlds out of thin air!

    With a bridge and some flowing water,
    You can participate in a competition for victory!

    With some dirt and a lot of space,
    You can craft exquisite murals of art!

    When broken, you are a dagger!
    When strung, you are a bow!
    When thrown, you can be fetched!
    When ridden, you are a horse!

    The stick is versatile, a master of disguise
    It's now up to you, to imagine and fantasize.

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  • procrastinating 12w

    Holding On

    Fingers twined tightly
    Eyes screwed shut
    Scared of what I'll see
    "Let go,"
    "I won't."

    Every muscle aching
    An indescribable fear
    Washes over me, paralyzing
    "Let go,"
    "I won't."

    Thoughts swirl around
    Breathtaking, soul crushing
    Terrified of what the future holds
    "Let go,"
    "I won't."

    I cannot hold on
    It pains me
    But still I need this
    "Let go,"
    "I won't."

    Agony, self-inflicted
    Pain, cruel punishment
    It brings hot tears to my eyes
    "Let go,"
    "I won't."

    Then comes a whisper
    Feather-soft, breathless
    Concerned, friendly, loving.
    "Let go."

    I let go.

    ©procrastinating