Writing Prompt

Woke up in a daze

Because I slept at 12

All thats in my brain

Is what 2+2 is equal

Run to the bus station

Revising my tables

Someone has to stop this brain invasion

And give a decent label

Crushed and crumpled

But I try to stay sturdy

But when I’m in school

It’s already 8:30

Sitting down,so quiet

Don’t how to do this but I’ll try it

My life is going into 2 lines

I’m going mad but ev...

I fill in the dots

Answer the questions

But its boring ok

Don’t blame me

Its been quite the day

“If a train leaves the station at 8:15pm and goes 86.279 miles per hour, and is going to station x, 1,698.554 miles away when will it arrive”

What the hell is tht question?

Who leaves the station that late?

I’ll be home eating dinner then

Man I’m hungry

I need to switch it up

I have answered B

4 ti...

don’t look away

from the paper

but escape,

run the door is open.

down the hall and

farther down the stairs

until no one can

find you anywhere

think of her and you:

the possibilities,

you know

they won’t happen but,

imagine them anyway,

curate them til

they make your

stomach flutter-

until they could just

maybe happen

but run,

the door is open…

and now it’s

completely locked...

The robin flaps her wings and lands on the sill just outside the window

The endless streams of light and water pour in despite attempts at plugging the holes

Math seems futile in a moment like this one

Captured

Enraptured

The empty space makes sounds in the rafters like echoes in my mind

The scratch of pen and ink on papers next to me, but not mine

I'm lost in the sounds

Rhythmic

Intrinsic

The ne...

I struggle to breathe life into lines,

The pen heavy with stagnation,

Each stroke a weary sigh.

Abruptly it leaps from my grip,

Spins and twirls, then vaults off the desk.

Once ink, my writing becomes threads of gold,

Enfolding me in their fraying grasp,

Caressing my ear, pouring their secrets,

navigating me like the North star.

The gold threads lift me up,

Intertwined with the creases of my a...

white fluffy clouds

it would have white fluffy clouds

as soft and as silky as

cotton candy strands that

dance around my dreams and wrap

me up into a soft, cozy blanket

i would have light blue window shades

that cover me in darkness and

keep out the graphite darkness from

the storm clouds outside

the rain would do a little

tap dance on my windows,

the pitter-patters

a reminder that i am safe a...

I just wasn’t sharp

Couldn’t focus so I caused trouble

And the teacher glared

Soon I became aware

While most kids took a test I doodled

And the teacher glared

These exams realized on memory

I had none so I withdrew instead

And the teacher glared

Along about fourth grade I matured

Boys and men wanted to touch me

And the teacher glared

And I could pick the bad boys

It’s easier to ditch class

...

Scratch, scratch, scratch,

Mark, Mark, Mark,

Erase, erase, erase.

If only life were that simple.

If only we were all,

Just pages blank and white.

And every time we were marked or scratched by life,

We could just,

Erase, erase, erase.

But I am not blank white paper,

And you are not a pencil.

You, my love, RN ink pen,

That cannot be erased.

Bleeding your ink,

All over my body,

All ove...

A.

C.

A.

B.

D.

A.

A.

A.

Rows of circles,

Each the same.

C.

Tiny little letters

That tell no stories.

D.

E.

It’s raining.

There’s a gentle pattering,

Then it speeds up,

Then slows down,

Then up,

Then down.

A.

Perhaps there’s a princess,

Out there in the rain.

Maybe she’s cold,

Maybe she’s wet,

Maybe she’s knocking,

Hoping for sanctuary,

And not seeing

That this is a prison.

A prison…

Maybe th...

The real test is in life:

Does mythology create reality?

Burdens of truth always

seem to fly higher than the rest.

A love, a death; these two

emotions are really the same.

Are they not?

Madness seems a better choice,

if choice is truly given.

So many years spent asleep,

but it wasn't deep enough.

But to crave the dark,

the quiet shards,

the havoc of release;

Does that make one insane?

...