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jules

1 min read

Leopards never change their spots

And you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

But I don’t hold my breath until you text me back

And my chest doesn’t ache when I wake up in the morning


I still cry to the same songs

And forget to put on sunscreen

But I don’t hang out with people who make me tired anymore

And now I stay quiet when your name comes up


I get angry

Just as angry as always

And I still fe...

Poetry

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jules

1 min read

I used to watch the wooden statues at church and swear I could catch them moving. That if I looked hard enough, focused my eyes on their faces and hands, some motion could be detected there. I wanted a sign. A blessing. Some indication that the God I was praying to saw me and that things were okay. That I was good and I was special and elicited such a miracle as making a statue move.

Even now as I...

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jules

1 min read

What’s worse than it being over

before it began?

Between strangers and brothers

by fate’s selfish hand

To know I might have loved you

You could be my family

But taken, fast,

trapped in moments past

Is anything that would ever be....

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silence with you.

jules

1 min read

I’m not afraid of silence.

There’s a comfort in it.

A pause, a breath.

It never bothered me before.


Silence with you is a black hole,

a dreadful waiting,

a trip to the DMV.


Silence with you is an unheard question,

a glass half full.

A ticking clock at 3:00 a.m.

Let me rest.


I swear I’ll fill it,

I’ll ramble nothings

I know you’ll hate.

Anything to run from it.


Your blank stare,

your c...

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silly little poem

jules

1 min read

I watched an old man in the library

Who dressed the same way that I do.

I wondered what books he checked out

If he enjoyed my favorite books, too.


I spoke to a man at the gym

Who wore the same shoes as me.

He said he bought the same New Balances for thirty years

And it’s a future of mine I can see.


I used to scoff when my dad played the Beatles

But I shuffle them mindlessly now.

The same songs ...

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window stays open

jules

1 min read

October mornings,

The breeze carries resting leaves

and scattered rain.

I open the window to take it in.


The nights are cold,

colder in the passing days,

But the window stays open.

I layer blankets and cabin socks.


The morning breeze begins to chill me,

But I embrace it, breathe it in,

Let my lungs fill with sweet memories.


The wood creaks, the wind whistles,

The chill settles.

The window st...

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bad poem because i’m in my feels

jules

1 min read

You told me you liked me because I was

Someone New.

Verbatim.

I’m not sure how I thought that was a compliment, but

It gave me time to feel my novelty wear off.

Like cheap gold jewelry,

Tarnished and green,

Disposed of.


Sometimes I think you’re determined to be bored of me.

Too young, too naive.

I wear my mother’s high heels,

I curl my hair

But I’m only really pretty when you’re high.


You’r...

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idk war stuff ig

jules

1 min read

People always ask me what it was like.

Like I could recount it like a year abroad. Parties, dinners, touring the countryside, meeting the locals. A retreat. A vacation.

I realize that to them, I might as well have been vacationing.

Sure, they know it was difficult. They know to thank their veterans, that I’ve done a great service for my country. They fly the flag and take off their hats and off...

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sailboats.

jules

1 min read

We watched the sailboats in the bay

floating aimlessly, helplessly

Beckoning to the call of the elements.


I watched the tide crashing on the rocky shore,

Listened to the sea birds sing,

Breathed in the sulfuric air,

But I couldn’t look at you.


The water erodes the rocks

The rocks don’t seem to mind.

The sea is a harsh mother

Yet the sailors set out daily

Relinquishing control,

Accepting love,...

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Life Without You

jules

1 min read

I have an old picture in my room

Of you drinking coffee,

A smile gracing your face.

Seeing you there, it’s so clear.

Sunday night dinners, patio talks,

Loving and being loved so purely.

Maybe I’d go to church more.


I hate how they talk about you.

I wanted to know you

But the harder I tried, the faster you left.

I knew you least, but I know I knew you best.

I just hate how often I forget you.


I...

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