Writing Prompt

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...

When you fall in love, you can lose your mind.

Lose the garden and the thoughts of closure,

because flowers can grow, weeds too.

But they can die off rather soon.

And when you’re in love, they never thrive.

Releasing a feeling that’ll never survive.

Because how can you be happy, truly,

if you rely on a person to be?

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts the seeds,

you can grow flowers or you can gr...

Your mind is garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

Off in the clouds in a billowy haze

where what could be; where your day dreams amaze.

Flowers burst into fairies that twinkle.

Caught in between wedged in like a wrinkle ....

Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers,

Or you can grow weeds.

Though life’s pains may bring toil,

Work to overcome its harsh days.

Do not let it spoil

The golden warmth of the sun’s rays.

The bitterness of weeds

May nip at your blossoms.

But do not let them lead

You into a hopeless place....

your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds

you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds

it’s your choice for sure, to be happy indeed

to choose to be humble, or corrupted by greed

though it’s up to you, to concede

or you could commit an amazing great deed...

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

Take thought with the weeds, for they can sometimes sing;

take care with the flowers, for they can sometimes sting.

The roots in our minds can drive deep to the stem;

their pain with their growth bringing pain from within.

The mask from their beauty, to be forgotten;

while the poison lay waiting, hidd...