Writing Prompt

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds. To whichever you choose Choose with will For you see if you do not There is sure to be evil up the hill You must keep growing no matter the stakes Too much water Too much sun You mustn’t break Don’t let yourself get pulled in from the whispers of greed For then you will become a weed Do not d...

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

What are we doing, we’re here forever All be together There’s beauty in unity

They have eyes trying to tear us apart No man at the parks

Where have we gone to

Where have we gone to

And When we touch our hands, the pain will go away

If we keep our distance, things will never be the same

Tomo...

My mind is a garden, my thoughts are the seeds. I can grow flowers, Or I can grow weeds.

My thoughts fly around, Getting caught in the breeze Of rushing through life And wishing for ease.

There is much to do With so little time. How do I care for others When I can barely care for mine?

I have to do this. I need to do that. But I can’t concentrate. Where is my mind at?

This makes me angry. That...

My mind is like a garden, my thoughts are seeds. I can grow flowers, or I can grow weeds.

Dwelling in the extremes The soil does rot Sprouting insects of darkness Who bite at the crop

They eat at the grain Grow glades of pain Slashing Cutting Until one plant remains

A seed so dark An idea so sweet Erase the whole garden Wipe out every leaf

Then sun shoots up amidst the crying sky To return me ...

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds. Breathe. Be here now. Turn that frown upside down. We are stardust floating through the cosmos. We bought the Adamic illusion A time filled with confusion. A lost land we all once called home. Wandering around with the misfits. Awakening the consciousness of the human race. Holding space to la...

It’s not who I want to be, This is just who I am. The war within Makes all the sound.

I can dream and have vision, Or stop and give in. Two choices to one, Survive or start livin.

Your mind is a garden, Your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers, Or you can grow weeds....

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds Sink your roots deep, probing the soil Or keep them shallow and continue to toil Reach for the heavens, with your petals sunward Wilt and bend the stem, your face pointed downward Your leaves stretched wide to receive the light Or fold into yourself, your ferns curled tight It’s in your power to blosso...

years from now when i’m 6 feet under and the earth has forgotten my name

when all I am is a collection of bones under a stone now too faded to tell of my story

when the roots dig into my body and the insects make nests in my corpse

they will dig into my brain and they will get visions of you they will see you through my eyes
and love you through my heart

they will feel all that I fel...

Your mind is a garden Your thoughts are the seeds You can grow flowers Or you can grow weeds

What is your purpose What is your reason Try to ponder life Another season

Trying to make sense Wondering the truth Wanting to leave But caught as a youth...

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds

These words in white on AI sunflowers, gold on royal blue What the hell it that supposed to mean

Hard waiting room chair angry Skintight sadness on my back My mind is a slaughterhouse not a garden

Everywhere I go I feel the weight of eyes My thoughts swarm like yellowjackets Therapy is a waste of t...