Writing Prompt

Everyone glimpse at the star

That sits atop a midnight mound,

It glimmers like a speck of dust

In seas of endless ground.

Words sublime are uttered

While gazing up around a crowd,

But once they’re left alone

There are no phrases to be found.

And so they wished upon the star

That shined its memories on the sky,

And though they saw the light it shown

The star had since long died....

My doctor had told me my tumor had gotten progressively worse. And nobody, but my doctor and I knew that I was dying.

I had one wish, and it was for Andrew, the guy on the football team to fall in love with me.

I am a sophomore in college and he’s a senior, making him 2 years my senior.

I decided not to tell my parents that I was dying. I felt as when I die, it will be like a bandage being ri...

My hair is falling out in clumps as my skin slowly pales.

Beat! I tell my heart.

I’m trying, it echoes, though it’s slow and skippy.

My bones feel like wooden sticks, ready to snap and break. I urge them to stay strong, but they shake in feebleness.

I close my eyes and try and breathe without much thought, but my lungs ache and burn.

Live, I beg my body, live. I am not ready to die....

my breath is starting to slow.

“you okay?””yeah, sure.”

i need to keep this pressure low.

he told me to talk to her,

but what will a therapist do to a one who has lost their glow?

now, my breath seemed to have stopped.

“yeah, sure,” are those the last words my tombstone will show?...

Don’t invite me to your wedding.

Don’t invite me to your barbecue.

Don’t invite me to any fucking place or event.

You may not say you’ll talk to me later.

You may not say you’ll see me next weekend.

You may not fucking anything.

Death calls,

And you better not.

I don’t want to hear any sympathies,

Any apologies,

Any confessions,

Anything that comes from anyone.

No one knows b...

For those who want the summary: A young girl is a doctor, and she had been feeling off lately. She did some tests on herself and figured out she had cancer. She played it off so no one knew and kept it a secret. She started loosing hair, and feeling worse. However, she told everyone it was because of a hair product she was using. She didn’t get help because she knew that death was already two step...

Every day my mind breaks down further. The virus continues carrying me along this road of death without my consent. I forget things. And I think the world will soon forget me. My friends come to visit. They ask when I’ll come back to school. I tell them I’m not sure. They ask if I want to go out. I tell them I’m not feeling up to it. But** **I don’t tell them I can’t remeber their names. I don’t t...

Am I emaciated

Or just aggravated

Does no one see

That I’m captivated

By your curves

And all the awful

Lies you’ve heard

Is this a dance hall

Or a shopping mall

A million eyes stare at me

Should I withstand it all

Devour me like a lion

Shelter me like a storm

Tell me all the things you’ve told yourself

So that I can hold you till you’re warm

This world can be so cruel

But I’ll take you by the ha...

The voices calm

My back is sharp

I have been impaled

On this street corner

I cannot sit

I cannot slump

The pole has been jabbed into my back

Propping me up

Like a doll in a case

People pass

But do not look

They do not see what has happened

My gasping is not loud enough

I cannot catch my breath

People pass

But do not look

Now I know

They do see what has happened

They do not care

My final breaths...

The battle of existing within a body that chronically debilitates has had its way with me. The soreness the achiness. The exhaustion and aging. I find it to be molding. Molding me to become something of a statue. One of amazement that brings you to stare in awe. The intricacies would have a blind man in awe. The statue is my fight. My symbolization of accepting survival of death for the day. For...