Enter prompt, receive poem

[Kestrad]

Kestrad needs to practice writing poetry, so drop off a word or short phrase, and Kestrad will attempt to write a poem. Yep.

Note: I'm moving back home from college over the next few days, so replies won't be very prompt. But I'll do my best.

[sammythethief]

"A twist in time."
go wild

[mystic575]

Death. Let's see how this one turns out.

[Kestrad]

Madamered:

Twist
This bag contains
Cubes and cubes of chocolate
new, exciting fillings galore
And bits of licorice as always.
You once
handed me a chocolate filled with cherry.
(Discontinued now.)
(Just like we have.)

To help make that poem make more sense with your prompt, here's this wikipedia article I stumbled upon which inspired the poem:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twist_(sweets)
There was a supreme lack of information about which candies have actually been discontinued, so I made that part up =/


mystic575:

You closed her eyes for her
when you always thought
she would do it for you.

[Pink]

"Pink Stars"
YEAH BUDDAY!

[Kestrad]

I don't want to die, I said
He replied, no one does.
He reached out his hand
and willingly I took it.
Because Death seemed lonely
and tired of being feared.
Because Death has perfectly manicured nails
with sparkly pink nail polish.

Erm...yeah, I had some trouble with that prompt. So I decided to just go with the most incongruous thing possible (which just happened to be the previous prompt) and ran with that.

EDIT: Oh crap, the prompt was "pink stars" not "pink sparkles"? Erm. In that case, I might come up with another poem to fit that prompt better.

[Pink]

I don't want to die, I said
He replied, no one does.
He reached out his hand
and willingly I took it.
Because Death seemed lonely
and tired of being feared.
Because Death has perfectly manicured nails
with sparkly pink nail polish.

Erm...yeah, I had some trouble with that prompt. So I decided to just go with the most incongruous thing possible (which just happened to be the previous prompt) and ran with that.

EDIT: Oh crap, the prompt was "pink stars" not "pink sparkles"? Erm. In that case, I might come up with another poem to fit that prompt better.

I laughed my ass off. But very good poems! I love them!

[Kestrad]

Thank you, Pink!

And, a poem about pink *stars*:

I always wished on that one star
because it alone
of all the stars in the sky
was pink.
Unique
just like I
wanted to be.
My special star.
Then I took astronomy
only to learn
it was not a star at all
but the planet Mars.

[Kriever]

Dystropia.

[Kestrad]

Ooh, one single word, yet such a complex prompt. Where to begin?

Dystopia
Once there was a dream
and it was
beautiful

city of gold
singing a song of silver

Brick by brick
you built the dream

(did you know
dreams are fickle creatures
they
always
must be in control)

but somewhere a brick
was only half baked, perhaps
or maybe it was made of wood
and rotted

The dream is still beautiful
but inside
there is
so
much
silence.