December 29, 2008

  • A prompt psosting from my friend the reaper...

    BLEEDINGS MY CHILDREN OF SHADOWS! Miss me? I missed
    you. I have been busy creating
    new nightmares to help you sleep at night. Being the
    holiday weekend I thought this would
    be a good time to post a new reaper challenge. For
    those of you who haven't seen the
    challenge before, basically, I set up a few
    challenges, and give each a five minute time limit.
    I'll explain each challenge as I get to them. So sit
    back my children, and enjoy the challenges
    as they unlock the darkness in your mind and let your
    inner soul bleed out......and always,

    Sweet Nightmares!!

    Title challenge
    Basically, I give 5 titles, and you write a poem that
    the title will fit. Again, 5 minute time limit

    on each title (keeps the inner critic locked away)

    1. The Table Lamp

    2. The open Window

    3. The look of death

    4. The accident

    5. Picture on the wall

    3 word challenge

    Ok, I give you three words, you put two of them in the
    first line, all three in the first stanza.

    5 minute time limit

    1. basement, shadow, door

    2. timer, music, breeze

    3. echo, light, hallway

    4. cold spot, nightmares, eyes

    5. balloons, birds, rainbows

    Subject challenge

    This one is pretty easy. I tell you what to write
    about, and you write about it.

    1. Write a poem about danger

    2. write a poem about nightmares

    3. write a poem about being watched

    4. write a poem about a carnival

    5. write a poem about the seasons

    Read Empty Graves by Bestselling author TGreaper...wherever nightmares are sold!

    My art blog:
    http://tgreaper. blogspot. com/

Comments (2)

  • I think that I'll give this a try. Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful new year!

  • The Look of Death

    Once so quick to snatch frisbees from the air

    His body is still now, his open eye stares

    at nothing, and nothing is there to see where

    he lays, so still, so very still

    a reminder that all us one day will

    see nothing with open eyes,

    our lips too will curl in odd smile, for everything dies

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