Writing Prompt

There

Is

Solace

And

Purpose

In the

Madness;

Children crying

Hiding their fears

True intentions

Misunderstood

But we rise above

Because there is power in each of us

To conquer our fears

And face them head on

Because If not now, then when?

If not us, then who?

We’re each given a chance every single day to be better

And we make use of that chance

Grab it tight

To make this world a better place

For...

Okay, here's that story transformed into a poem:

The oil, a slick betrayal,

Coated totes in a treacherous sheen,

Fluorescent lights glared, pale,

A cloying scent, a greasy scene.

Brian gone, I grabbed the TC,

Cool plastic against my palm,

Scanning quick, for all to see,

Salvaging goods, weathering the qualm.

Then Julie came, her voice a sting,

"Why that phone?" her eyes ablaze,

Damaged goods, I...

The slick of avocado oil was the first sign. It coated the totes as its treacherous sheen under the harsh fluorescent lights. The smell, thick and cloying, hung in the air, clinging to everything. I grimaced, carefully stepping around the mess to reach the damaged products. Brian was nowhere in sight, so I grabbed the TC phone, its plastic casing cool against my palm, and started scanning. Each be...

It was a soft afternoon, the kind that made time stretch like warm honey. Maya lay on a faded blue towel in her grandmother’s garden, which sloped gently toward the lake. The sun cradled her skin, warm but not scorching. Her hair spread like a dark halo on the grass, damp with a trace of lake water. Butterflies floated lazily from blossom to blossom. Birds chattered in a low, melodious argument in...

The garden had been alive with light chatter and soft laughter as family and friends milled about the perfectly arranged marquee, celebrating Barbara’s 10th birthday. Balloons swayed in the gentle summer breeze, and a small table groaned under the weight of an elaborate cake adorned with sparklers. The scene was the epitome of serene jubilation—until, quite unexpectedly, the atmosphere shattered.

...

This was school, and it was class.

The teacher left the room for _one_ second. Now there was a boy jumping and hollering while doing parkour on all of the desks. Now there were other people cheering him on. She would know, she watched it all from the corner, where she thought she would be safe from it all. Until the boy leaped to her desk like somebody leaping between buildings, suddenly taking he...

Not okay not okay not okay.

Stop saying it’s okay.

I’m an idiot, I’m a moron,

I screwed up and I’m letting you down and I’m so so sorry and it’s not okay and

I’m

Not

Okay.

And I hate that saying those words make me feel a bit more okay because I’m not I’m not I’m not.

I’m dying I’m drowning can’t you see?

I’m shattering but I would rather die than do the only thing I can think to keep myself toget...

The fat cat leaped. The woman screamed as the cat missed its ledge target, hitting its outstretched paws, and flipped tail over head. It somersaulted through the air and came crashing down into the open paint tins. Green, red and blue sprayed the room with a crashing and a splattering. The woman, now sliding, reaching to grab the tins and reduce the pouring and already large multicoloured puddle f...

In shadows soft, where secrets lie,

Two hearts convene beneath the sky.

A gentle breath, a silent plea,

A dance of souls, wild and free.

Flesh meets flesh in tender grace,

A sacred time, a warm embrace.

The rhythm beats in sync, in tune,

Beneath the glow of silver moon.

Eyes converse without a word,

In every touch, a voice is heard.

Passion’s fire, both fierce and kind,

Unites what time and spac...

Children hiddden, pets emaciated

Both millennials fight back, Gen x too

Boomers have the need to stray

One sides wants love the other side doom

Where the hell does this include less gloom

Never because humanity has to much insanity...