Writing Prompt

Why do I bother asking you?

Why do you ignore me so?

Did I ask you to do something special?

What was it that made you go?

What words could I have used?

What way should I have shared?

Is there anything that would have changed you?

Why were you so scared?

If I told you what I wanted

Would you have given it to me?

How is my heart still haunted

By what you failed to hear and see?

Why coul...

You could write it out for them,

And prove they can’t read,

You can shout it aloud,

And they wouldn’t hear, you see,

And I wouldn’t believe

That I’m wasting my breath.

You could be serious,

And they stay mulish,

Try to light up your world

With a forest fire— I’d wish,

I’m not just shouting to

The void that seems deaf.

Losing my mind,

Wasting my time,

“Feel less sublime”,

Is what they’d scream,...

**_Pt2 of The Letter_**

"_Words are wasted on those who do not listen_, you said," my wife, Anastasia, starts as she walks into my office.

"Bubbles," I look up from my paperwork.

She looks even more happier than usual.

"Well guess what?" Anastasia slams a piece of paper victoriously onto my oak wood desk and slides it over to me. "Alric did listen!"

I stare at her blankly. "You cannot be ...

'Words are wasted on those who do not listen' Those were the words that my mother repeated to me daily as a child. She spoke them because she knew of the things I was cabable of, the magic I could create. I didn't though, I didn't listen so her words and warnings were wasted. Gods I wished that I had now. Perhaps then I wouldn't be hanging from a cliff in the middle of Scotland with one hand. But ...

Words are wasted,

On those who do not listen.

So I learned to be silent.

You made me be silent.

You said I was so well behaved,

So gentle, so obedient.

But I used to cry,

And you never noticed.

You drowned yourselves,

In your ignorance,

And I don’t even have a right,

To be mad.

I don’t have a right,

To hate you.

Because you never did anything.

And maybe that’s why,

I can’t stand ...

The Hall of Concord stood empty, a cavern of marble and silence. Once, it had roared with the voices of chancellors, sages, and poets. Now only dust danced in the shafts of dying sunlight that pierced through fractured stained glass.

At the heart of the hall stood Miren, the last Orator.

She wore her ceremonial cloak—a threadbare relic of a forgotten time—deep blue with silver hems, patterned li...

need to talk, you need to vent

Maybe even

need to repent

someone to talk to

right now you’re feeling very blue

Pansy, angry and depressed you get lashed out by your family and strangers. You get constant criticism that isolate you from the world and all it’s beings. I’m agoraphobic, no doubt!.

Your four legged friend is dedicated to you,with love unconditionally. She depends on you,like y...

Beyond the realm

The world is amazing but sometimes it can be mysterious. We don’t know if there are creatures that exist in this world or if there is another dimension. In this world there are dimensions where we don’t know where it leads us but that we won’t find out until we find that dimension.

The year is 2025 my name is Marlen Cortez I am 22 years of age and I am living my life to the ful...

i watch like a hawk as you waste your breath on her

she treats you like scum

when you were once my home

i watch as she treats you as nothing but a peasant

when you surpass a queen to me

heaven sent

whilst she treats you as if you’re the devil himself

i wanna carry your burdens as my pleasure

i wanna heal the heart that wasn’t the one i broke

i wanna fill those sorrow eyes with shine

i know y...

“I see your mind is made up,” Paul said, addressing the court of men aiming at deposing the Prince. He stood in defense of his monarch, loyal to the last and confident in where his allegiance should lie. He knew why they were unhappy, but that mattered little. In the face of the growing threat from the south, they could little afford to ignore their defenses, and that came at the cost of other ...