Emotions drive us as human beings. They make up our fabric, they give life to our writing, and they separate us from every other creature. They are worth time and attention.
Capture an emotion, but don't say what it is. Explore it. Create it. Grab at it like a butterfly with a net. Other writers can reply with additions to your emotional mural OR with guesses at what emotion you're actually capturing.
Let's get emotional...
The liquid returns, exiting out of every place it could. It makes my hands become clammy and steamy, my eyes exert the liquid as well. My body trembles at the sight of the door that stands before me. I try to shut my eyes but the stay glued to that door, constantly wondering what is behind it. my legs do not move as it is hard to with all of the moving they are doing.
ReplyDeleteThis remind me of a feeling of being drained, or perhaps let down, or dread. Mostly because of the line, "It makes my hands become clammy and steamy..." I usually have clammy hands when I feel upset or drained.
DeleteInteresting description though!
Its a big part of my life. Everyday I go by wondering if its going to happen to me. Like is it my time to shine in the light or hide in the dark. Everyone knows me for who I am and how I act, but they don't know how I feel under all the smiling and putting on a shoe only makes it worse. Even though I say I'm okay,I'm not and I wish someone would ask me if I'm okay.
ReplyDeletePins and needles run up and down my body. Shallow breaths puff out after another struggle in. Words flow out of my mouth, a jumbled mess of what was a sentence. Knees shaking with trembling hands. My voice wavers, unable to be contained. It's all out now.
ReplyDeleteI was shaking. The world wouldn't stay still but I could feel the solid ground below my feet. My heart was pounding in my ears and sweat rolled down my back. My labored breaths were shallow and quick as I heard the thundering footsteps approaching.
ReplyDeleteAdrenaline and fear maybe
DeleteMy Mother Doesn’t Talk To Me
ReplyDeleteWhen one goes fishing
they are never guaranteed to catch a fish.
You cast your line out-
out into the open sea,
expecting love with open arms,
praying,
hoping,
for a response.
Oh, but fishing is never guaranteed.
Everyone around me catches fifteen fish per minute,
where as I can’t manage a whisper.
Soon enough I learned to put my pole away,
to not worry about silly fish.
Because chicken tastes better anyways.
I'm not sure what emotion this was, but this was beautiful.
DeleteMy stomach turns and flips in pleasant ways, my palms sweat as look up at you. The words in my head, for some reason, would not leave my mouth. Everything was stuck inside and I couldn't think of a single thing to say to you. More and more goosebumbs appear as you talk to me in your quiet, calming voice.
ReplyDeleteLove?
DeleteSome choose silence
ReplyDeleteSome choose noise
Some choose music
to fill a silent void
People pile on the work
because the inner words hurt.
People surround themselves
with those who will hurt them.
People build up walls
Just to have them torn down.
Courage is all it takes
to tear walls down
ignore the words from within,
try something different
just to avoid a lonely pit of despair.
faith?
DeleteI Can Only Hold My Breath For So Long
ReplyDeleteI Can Only Bite My Tongue So Many Times
I Can Only Fake A Smile Until Its A Frown For Good
I Can Force A Laugh And Show My Teeth
I Can PLay The Part Of The Happy One That Dances And Plays
I Can Do It
Until
I Bleed Tears We Called Memories
I Crash And Break Down
I Can Only Hold So Much Weight Of The Woirld Around Me
Ive Had Enough Of Not Having Enough
World*
DeleteAmara, this is absolutely amazing. I especially love the line "I Bleed Tears We Called Memories", because you could have put "Call" instead of "Called", but you didn't and this is epic!
Deletethe last line is amazing!
DeleteTrue. There was only a soul left, deserted by its comrades in the fruitful hopes of their own survival. But they wouldn't last long- not without a heart at least. Each and every one was stolen from their soul's gentle grasps, being squeezed and crushed into nothing but ash. They broke him. He had wanted revenge, but he never intended for it to end this way. He just wanted to find a way to break their hearts, not their minds. And it took for him to be beaten down against the concrete wall, darkened from the night but dimly lit from the streetlight, to realize that this was not what he wanted. He didn't mean to kill them. False.
ReplyDeletethis is confusing....... was it meant to be that way? or is it just me?
DeleteGAME OVER.
ReplyDeleteI flinch, my hands clench the ipad, and smack the TRY AGAIN? button in a flaming fury. Although the screen burns beneath my fingers from three hours of nonstop number sliding, I barely notice. I'm on a mission.
"Again!" I hiss, my skull pounding with numbers and tiles.
Slide, swipe, combine the twos, now you've go a four, slide that, left, right, great, there's an eight...Sixteen, thirty two, sixty four.
My heart pounds when I've got a 1024 and a 512 tile.
Good, this is good, I can combine these, and meet my goal. A fresh does of adrenaline soaks my flitting fingers, and I'm swiping and combining faster than ever before.
Yet as my fingers slide the 512 to meet its twin, a lovely, dastardly two appears. The wretched number pops up with the blub-blub sound effect, while I, hot and raging, screech with the rage of an unsatisfied gamer.
I could have had two 1024's, and I could have mashed those together, and I could heard a symphony of the blub-blub sound effects, as I met the coveted goal of 2048.
Of course, this is not the case.
A new, boiling feeling flurries through my veins.
I swipe, swipe, swipe, in order to repair the damages the two has cost me, but it is far too late. The tiles fill with twos, fours, and useless eights, and eventually, the GAME OVER! message flashes onscreen. I slam the ipad down, (good thing it's in a lifeproof case) and storm out of the room, my legs stiff with anger.
Tried to describe gamer rage. Also kind of described the rush of a "good game." I don't really play 2048, but I like to watch my friends. I picked this game because a lot of people play it, so I figured one would be able to relate.
Woah, spot on! This is awesome!
DeleteI wish it wasn't there
ReplyDeleteThe emptiness
And heartlessness that comes with it.
I'm lost in it
I feel like nothing can be achieved
While I'm hunted by this mystery of miseries
It destroys me, no, it can't
Because I'm already nothing.
Kevin Wilson! Jeez Louise this is awesome and even though you just told me that is supposed to be 'haunted' instead of 'hunted', it's still a really epic thing you wrote here.
DeleteMy eyes are drawn to you. You're in a busy parking lot, yet my eyes find you right away. Were magnetic. I'd be good for you, i swear. But your eyes turn and you see right through me.
ReplyDeleteOverly Attached Girlfriend?
DeleteI'm sobered. it's not a revitalizing feeling.
ReplyDeleteIs resigned a best way to feel? because i can laugh and smile, does that mean I'm faking? well, faking sounds like a harsh word.
you know, those moments. those moments that shouldn't have happened. the moments that shouldn't have happened that are physically debilitating? i put them in a box. and tape closed. but, moments,(that sounds too dear a word. Maybe "bits") "bits"tend to bust out unexpectedly,making it hard to function.
My eyes strain to look up
ReplyDeletebut to glance down
is easier instead.
Tumbling backwards
takes less than
trudging forward.
But my eyes strain
to see good
in falling.
Thoughts jumble around in my head like bits of broken glass, piercing me with their sharp edges. Gifting me with a pain that sets my world into focus. My head begins to spin as my focus becomes deleted drifting between nervousness and hysteria. I take a deep breath and the thoughts go swirling deeper, every attempt at content is shot down by a raging panic. For once I want to just lay down and not care about anything, but that will have to wait for another night. When I have less homework.
ReplyDeleteLaughing uncontrollably,others wonder how it could be.
ReplyDeleteNot me.
All my hopes and fears were handed over to you as you kissed my forehead.
With one touch, my worries are set free.
Lord help me, for when you look into my eyes,
I can feel full grown caterpillars fluttering away.
I've never felt this feeling before.
Not like this.
I'm smiling and its all because of you.