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SmileyGuitar

SmileyGuitar

“All I can hope for is that someone, somewhere, will read these words and feel something. That my stories would invoke emotion in the numbness, and color in the shadows”

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SmileyGuitar

SmileyGuitar

“All I can hope for is that someone, somewhere, will read these words and feel something. That my stories would invoke emotion in the numbness, and color in the shadows”

97
Writings
16
Followers
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Messenger Of Death

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

The wolf wanders alone


He is rebuked by even hill and stone


Born to settle in no home


But to endlessly roam


With shadows leading the way


And Death stalking the one who pays


A trail of blood dogs his path


The stench of decay in the aftermath


Beware if you hear him sound


The ancient call all around


He warns sweet moon to turn her face


From Despair and Death’s cold embrace


The herald ...

Horror

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Questions

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

If I wasn’t ok,

Would you want to know?

If the pain was too much

And I couldn’t let go,

Would you want me to tell you

And not let it grow?

If the darkness looked endless

And I hadn’t a hope,

Would you want me to wave

Before I go?

Questions run through my mind

But what repeats time after time,

Can you tell I’m lying

Each time I say I’m fine?...

Under The Ravens Eye

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

I was a girl, once

And in that time I noticed

That boys are told

To treat girls like princesses

Or even Queens


But the problem was

You can’t treat a princess

Like a queen

And you can’t treat a queen

Like a princess


Princesses need to be protected

They are at sometimes

Sweet and kind

But at others

Needy and demanding

They need reassurance

And gentle love


Queens want to be protected

Thou...

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Hope That Died

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

I wrote four messages

Each true to a point that hurt

A confession and cry for help

Each to someone I loved


I wrote four messages

They were how I really felt

A turning point where it started getting better

Each to someone who could help


Each of these people were my friends

They had trusted me

They had counted on me

So surely it was my turn?


But I wrote four messages

And I deleted each one

B...

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Free

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

Fly little birds,

As I set you free


First the second then the third,

Escape to the trees


But I wonder if you heard,

My heart speak


As I watched you fly,

Fly away from me...

Simple Compliments

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

An influencer is asking girls who was the first guy who told her she was pretty.


Most say and ex, or even a little kid.


But then, he stops the last girl.


He’s heard the same answers over and over

And doesn’t expect anything different


At first, he’s right


“Does my dad count?” She asks shyly


“No, someone else,”


“Oh”


“Well”


“I don’t know if anyone has ever told me that”


He ...

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Sticks And Stones

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words will never hurt me.”


Huh.


Well,


Sticks and stones have never broken my bones


But words, how they have hurt me


They cut deep into my heart

Sharper than any knife


But more hurtful still

Are words that hide

They stay on the top of your tounge

But I can see them

In your eyes they scream at me


And let me tell you


That hurts





Mor...

Poetry

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Strong Turned Weak

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

They heard crying from the closet

What could it be?

They opened the door

Expecting to see a stranger

A new face in need of help


What they saw instead was a dear friend

The friend that had held each of them

But never asked for anything in return

Her fingers dripped blood

As the knife clattered to the ground


She had always been so strong

How could she have been

Hurting this bad

They rushed ar...

One Minute

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

It hurts so much


My heart trying to feel


But the timing is wrong


Im to busy to break down


I feel it coming


I feel my mask beginning to slip


I excuse myself to the bathroom


And give myself one minute to hurt


And then I get up


I fix my face


Like nothing happened


Because if the goofy, quiet, Im fine friend breaks


Would they even recognize the real me?...

Poetry

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Silently Hurting

SmileyGuitar

1 min read

I don’t want to die


Not because I want to live


But because I know


How much easier it would be to follow me


For those I know are already struggling


But some nights I wonder


Would they even notice


If one day I wasn’t there


Would they cry?


Would anything change at all?


But even if I wasn’t there still invisible


I can’t take the chance


That one might follow me


That I would hurt som...

Poetry

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