6 word memiors

• The ground's where my heart lays.
• The stars look even brighter tonight.
• Was it coffee? or your eyes?
• There's that secret barrier separating us.
• I'm suffocating & I need you. 

Tanka Poem?

Crows call deafening,
            as I walk the lone forest.


The trees surround me,
           as I write vigorously;
        the world    c a p t i v a t i n g   me

Brainstorms??????

I've already posted two things in the last 5 minutes but its all good. I wanted to share this. Today we made up very weird but interesting questions. So here's mine:

Q: where do unwritten poems go? (Question created by Abby Thomas)

A: a story that has not yet touched paper is wild, free, and forever young. its like a song someone came up with but never wrote down. It can be changed however many times wanted. It can travel anywhere and get stuck in anyone's mind; urging them to write it down. Because everyone wants a starting point, if that "starting point" isn't written down, then it will never end. A poem cannot be a poem without ink. (my original answer)

And here are some of the questions I came up with...

-Do stars dream?
-Where do aliens live?
-Do pencils feel pain when sharpened?
-Why are only some people paranormal?

Grave Yard Scares...

So we went to a grave sight today and sat around, writing and letting our imaginations run wild. I got a little morbid and wrote this...

       Wilted dandelions lay on top of soulless bodies. Life is gone. Another story has ended. A human being lying; breathless underneath beads of soil. The wind blows, so slight you can hardly tell. It feels like the sky will soon mourn for us.

Speech Bubble Actions

So today I have spent time wondering around in my mind. my pencil has not stopped moving and my brain hasn't stop processing. so I wrote this six worded story, is easy for a not-so-ordinary teenage girl to get caught up in stars I guess. I hope you enjoy, while I sneak off and drink coffee.