Writing Prompt

A blank stare

A pallid face

Soon a grand smile

The perfect ace

I stand there looking

Trying to be here

With my fake smile

Hidden by a thin veneer

A friendly wave

Well friendly enough

A strong smile

When things get tough

As I stand there looking

Trying to be here

With my fake smile

Hidden by a thin veneer...

Missing her came in waves. And tonight I am drowning. It started when I heard a siren outside of my window which woke me from a dead sleep. As I sat up in bed I caught the scent of her perfume. The cheap dollar store perfume she had worn for years before she passed.

My cat Sheba was at the end of my bed and was not happy about me interrupting her sleep as I sat up in bed. The sound of the siren...

Minute is the layer

Of strength that I don

Each morning as I rise

To face a new day.

Yawning. Stretching. Pleading.

Thin is the veneer

Of courage that I gather

From within each passing

Moment I try.

Crying. Persisting. Dying inside.

The strength cracks.

For help I mumble.

The veneer shatters.

My life crumbles.

I’m left in a pile

Of rubble for a while.

Wondering how?

Why me? Why now?

How long ...

A place beyond these mechanical bones

Of synthetic energies

Known only to those who have broken the glass

Swallowed whole into another world

Felt sensations alien to standard mentalities

Sink holes in stasis

Curious verbiage and invisible faces

Their words will slip through your own teeth

Haunting every frail vowel uttered by the silence

Nothing can be fathomed correctly here

While the pe...

Layers and layers.

Cracks built over scars built over dust.

Everything fades over time, but you have to trust

That you exist.

Nothing more, nothing less,

It becomes the simplest of things.

Bleed until the voice in your head rings

Out into the crowd and

Pulls someone in.

You must let yourself be known.

There is no greater danger than that,

But we long for the matte

Palates of our lives to be filled...

“I’m heading to bed,”

She says, and then,

And Shuts the door behind her

A bed half bare

“Love you,” he shares

From the other room, “You too.”

His warm leg meets

The cold side of the sheets

Beneath unfolded laundry

Happy faces scroll by

The phone shines light

Of his face in even’s silence

The journal that day

Has a one line entry

Under date it reads, “I️ miss you.”

Steps, someone coming

Hinges...

I wear a mask—a figurative one—that makes me appear strong, capable, cheerful, outgoing, and warm. It’s the “nothing bothers me” mask, the one that keeps smiling no matter what’s happening to the woman behind it. This mask has been my shield, a way to hide my bruised and vulnerable self, a way to disguise the raw feelings I’m not ready to share. It gives me a sense of control over what others see,...

Nothing is how it used to be

And I feel empty

Yet on the brink of explosion

I rest

Every bone in my body

Screams for mercy

Asking for just one day

Of sitting in the eye

The storm closes in

And there is a very thin barrier

Holding me

From toppling into insanity

As the warm water courses over my legs

I feel the ease of dread

For it also eases the pain for a minute

Before it all comes crashing...

sheryl she was one to meet big blonde hair and nice round cheeks

growing up in money makes it so you dont have to age

Now marcus he, as old as she, grew up in poverty

Once a bleeding heart, turned like his luck

Marrying into the family

helped him leech successfully

all his money and his dreams

unfortunately his former life could not vanish leaving him unsatisfied

his smile crumbled on the ba...

Not long ago,
it was you and I —
two peas in a pod,
two socks in a drawer.

Until that day,
you gave it a try
to fit in with others
by telling a lie.

From that moment,
we were no more —
a pea had been eaten,
a sock lost to the floor.

Sudden and sharp,
it hurt like hell.
You aimed your words
with a cruel farewell.
You threw the spear,
then turned away,
causing grey clouds
to appear that day.

It ...