Writing Prompt

When you’re ready to wearing Sharp Stick to make sure you’re impaired in the morning or the afternoon when you looking the mirror you see your lips so sparkly and wonderful color you ever see...

Life is like a sharp stick

It can protect you from evil

But you can also damage yourself

Every time you poke yourself on accident

Every time you roast marshmallows

Every time you snap part of it

You lose part of yourself

And the parts will build up to a puzzle

And sometimes the puzzle is impossible to fix

But not always…...

Life is a sharp sick poking

You for good and bad

Moral of the story,life’s unfair...

Life is like a sharp stick

Where one end is pointed

And the other stays bent

What’s meant for discipline

Is used as flint

To create fire

For food

When did it get like this

Eighteen is only a few days away

My birthday’s come and gone

But the war has stayed

We’re used to it

The trees

No more green

Desolate as we’ve seen

Everything’s red

all in between my fingers

stained like church windows

Crims...

Life is like a sharp stick.

Meant to pierce your heart,

And it does,

It leaves damgerous splinters that dig deep into your skin, dug deep under.

It hurts like the burning sun that it pierced into,

But why does it matter anyway,

When you’d gladly break your heart for the next stranger?...

‘Life is like a sharp stick’ she would say in a soothing voice whilst i cried over boys,tumbles and the relentless pressure of school i never knew what she meant until she wasnt there to say it anymore.Life is like a sharp stick its there to offer you amazing things like skewered fruit on sharp sticks but its also there to make you stronger to prod you when you are doubting yourself.

When we wer...

Aaron tested the point with his finger, ensuring it was sufficiently sharp. Life, it occurred to him, was much like this sharpened stick, in that it was more useful when prepared. A prepared life was infinitely more useful than one not prepared. He kept himself over-ready for any event he could foresee, but that came with the territory of being the king’s guard. His intelligence network had in...

Life is like a sharp stick

Poking in the darkness

In between the bushes

In the places unseen

Life is like a sharp stick

From the shrubs that prick me

Extra ends attaching

Let the pain surround it

Life is like a sharp stick

Be sure that you sap it

Knife is widdled from it

Let it knock you down a bit

Life is like a sharp stick

It's like that on both ends

Use it as a good switch

Watch out from the bu...

Life is a sharp stick;

It can prod until you bruise,

But can puncture in your favor, too.

(I know this is isnt a haiku at all, but oh well)...

Life is like a sharp stick.

Seemingly harmless. Strongly beautiful.

Yet somehow, it ends lives as if it's nothing....