Challenge
Avante Garde.
Write the weirdest thing you can. Break rules of structure, break bones, break bread with the Pope, I don't care. Make it weird and make it good. Whichever entry is weirdest, in the most creative way, I will give the prize to.
The Unknowning
Whispered nothings reflect off windows
in search of an image of you to land
They no not where to go, blowing gently off the
currents of the wind through the window
and escape into the golden light of the day
Whispered nothings, crying tears of regret
for they have not landed on their target
they have fled into the surrounding air
to gently float amongst other sweet nothings
and words of love that have no one to land on
And so my whispered nothings floatĀ
with no one to caress and with no reply
till they land, on the unknowing
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