EXERCISE Image Challenge: A Jumble of Photos #2

Discussion in 'REFINING WRITING' started by Zen, Sep 4, 2012.

  1. Here is a collection of photos found across the internet that I randomly put together. You can interpret them as whatever you want, whether it be literally or metaphorically. What you do as a writer is one of these three things:

    1. Create a character, taking inspiration from these photos.

    2. Come up with a setting, plot, or just a detailed post with references to these photos.

    3. Write a poem with these pictures in mind.

    Remember you don't have to use all of the photos in your final creation, but props to you if you manage to do so.

    Click on the spoiler tags to stir up your muse.






  2. I thought mostly of the pills, the bed, and the hourglass. I also thought a bit about the last picture. Couldn't really think of a way to use the cell phone. Anyway, here it is.

    "Killin' Him"

    You’re killin’ him,
    His nicotine Noose
    Not much left t’lose,
    Ooh, don’t rob’im.

    Two worlds bound within;
    The lithium Wonderland
    And reality’s Purgatory,
    Why make it so he can’t
    Be free with me?

    You won’t make’im happy;
    You’re makin’ his Death bed!
    But my Baby can’t give you up;
    Can’t get enough

    Swallowin’ all those pills,
    Little stars in the Black cabinet,
    Lurid visions to get’is fill,
    Their “Lovin’” brighter’n Mine.​
  3. I stand alone.
    Looking at the wall, illuminated by my own presence.
    It was time, I guess.
    My sand had grown low, but I laid in my bed, not a care.
    My mind spins, realing me further into fantasy.
    I can see her face, as she calls me.
    Voicemail, "Why aren't you answering?"
    I cannot answer.
    For I am the only one here.
    My sand is gone.
    I take the last one.
    I am sorry,
  4. I had been waiting for her to call for nearly three months when at last I just gave up in complete frustration and grabbed the closest thing to me and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces upon impact showering me, the bed and the floor with glass and sad. It had been my grandfather’s hour glass from his days at the University in Athens. It was there that he studied numismatics and fell in love with the metals of this world that we’ve come to know as common currency. I’ve foolishly spent most of mine on a girl that left my bed cold and empty. Sullen and cross I have become. I feel this void of color within my chest filled with colors of who we once where all blended together in some swirl of fading madness. Was it ever real? How am I to know? All that is left now is a mess and me standing here with a cellphone that won’t ring and time lost forever. Its twisted combination leaves me digging into my pocket for the unlabeled bottle of pills. It ends it here my final text.
  5. Its about time I do me.
    Not you.
    Not your mom.
    Imma do me.
    Imma be me.
    I'm alone for now.
    But I wont be forever.
    You said that no one wants me.
    That was a lie.
  6. Wow that wasnt even done.... But I'll leave it there.
  7. The woman was dressed in a quaint, white blouse
    This was the last time she would enter the house
    She had everything that she would ever need
    Except a husband to love or children to feed
    She was very lonely in her great wealth
    And soon, slowly recede did her health
    She bought pills and medications to aid
    But she herself was starting to fade
    She had no purpose, she had no goal
    Now she needed help for her poor soul
    As her health became thin and weak
    A reason for living did she try to seek
    But she found none, so she decided to make
    Her life worthwhile, before she did break
    So she decided, before she had passed
    That this time entering would be her last
    She sat down at table and wrote her will
    And then at last she lay down her quill
    She gave all of her riches and wealth
    To societies that encouraged mental health
    And others who supported those in need
    Who gave clothes to wear, and food to feed
    She slowly stood up and went to her room
    All the while, feeling no sense of doom
    She lay on her bed of beautiful white
    And then kissed her life goodnight
    #7 PPBG, Apr 5, 2013
    Last edited by a moderator: May 24, 2013
  8. time stop for me
    no one knows who we are
    no one knows were there
    run away with me
    to a land beyound are dreams
    but you must know where we are
    come to me to the the end of time
    to a land beyound are dreams
    to a world where no one know
    but must must know wwwwwho