Writing Prompt

Soul both there and not.

Like a cardinal forced to swim.

I see nothing and everything at once.

I am eight feet under and floating seven above.

Soul both there and not....

It’s too cold, and too hot. Like when you’re outside on a chilly day with too many coats on.

And it’s quiet, but the quiet is only on the inside. You can hear everything else, the wind, the footsteps and whispers of everyone around you. Every sound is part of this loud cacophony, and they all cancel each other out to make one big dull noise.

Touch. It feels… like your bed first thing in the mo...

Life is full of laughter.

Life is full of tragedy.

Life is full of memories.

Both lovely and gruesome.

But what are we after life?

After we close our eyes to rest.

Well, that's called death.

I can't explain death if I've never experienced it.

But I think of death as leaving this world.

Going to a better place.

To be able to stand by His throne.

Only up in the clouds.

Where everything i...

Its hard to think about your own mortality. It’s not what most people expect. It’s not usually one minute peacefully dreaming and the next drifting off to some light in the distance. It’s usually violent and loud. Not loud like the subway during the morning rush with people ambiently and collectively creating the buzz that is the pulse of the city. It’s more like a mosh pit at a concert where eve...

(I didnt know what to write or how to write this but I wanna tell you people what I've been thinking)

(SH, sucide)

The moment

The moment before you killed yourself

Someone could have been there.

Comforting you or holding your hand to show you care.

Who cares about you?

They dont even call you.

Your always doing the work!

They say they love you.

But do they?

Thoughts run your mind

Sh...

It was a fleeting moment,but somehow it felt endless in some twisted way.My life,when even tho long still felt quiet and quite good. Nothing to be traumatized over and as common as one's could be.I believe I lived a good life. A really good one. So why,why do I not miss being alive at all. Why even on my calm life circumstances,just now after death..I feel real peace for the first time....

The difference between

Living and surviving are not

The same get this clear I’m not living I’m surviving just barely

Barley breathing

Barely hopeful

They don’t know me they think they know me but they see the mask the me that smiles the me that’s happy

The me that’s smart

What they don’t know is I’m loud

I’m stupid

I’m done

Done with life this life that feels like I’m as free as a bird ye...

How are you supposed to know what living is truly like if you’ve never experienced death ?

The voice from the past come sweeping through of tales from before and what its like after.

The body here in the moment feels as if your complete souls is takin from your body left as a shell of a human only to be filled with knowledge and wisdom from beyond but be careful for the tricksters or maybe those ...

Blinding pain

Exploding in my head

Losing my vision

My senses

My hope

I try to cry

But my tears feel sticky

And all I smell is metal

I try to scream

But liquid gushes out

And it tastes blood

I am submerged in a pool

Where i can no longer breathe

I can no longer scream

The water is thick

and sticky

My teeth chater against eachother

As the temperature drops

Well lower than I can handle

And my...

It felt like I was on one of those inflatable rubber rafts you can rent at the beach, gently rising and falling and drifting. Why hadn’t I gone to the beach and rented a raft more often? Why did I stop doing that?

Where’s the white light? All I see are the flickering fluorescents out in the hallway. I hear the wheels of a gurney on the polished floor, the whoosh-whoosh of the nurses’ feet.

I co...