Writing Prompt

As the wind rushed by,

Desert sand began to fly

And dance

And prance.

But once this dancing ceased,

The desert was left in quiet peace,

But…

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers.

Whispers of sadness.

If you listened closely,

You would surely hear

The desert sadly shed a tear

As it whispered,

“They’re all gone,

I’m all alone.”

Listen even closer,

Hear the desert sing a song

Of an ancie...

The deserts silence held ancient whispers

Ones that carved themselves through the air

They swept through the wind and ruffled the sand

The desert speaks through its dry ground

Tremors of voices, a peculiar sound

It tells a story, one so grand

It confirms mysterious beneath the sand

If only we could listen to the song

Instead of lyrics on a wall

If only we could hear

The song of the desert, so f...

You are not the boy I fell for. The boy i fell for would never have done that. The thought wouldn’t have ever crossed his lonely mind. I don’t know who you are but you really aren’t the one I hoped for. All the stars I wished on for you are wasted. And the river of tears that have fallen from my empty eyes can all go down the drain pipe. As well as the many sobs, screams and sleepless nights...

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers that were barely heard

By those who got there, going through the desert

Walking slowly, breathing heavily, barely able to just function

Collapses to the sandy ground

On his knees and hands, trembling, struggling to move

Panthing, sweating, crying from the intense heat

That the desert was squandering him with

He dropped himself to the ground, feeling the...

Your footprints, lost traveler, are no longer yours.

They belong now to the deep of my dry heart,

A remembrance of your courage,

A prove of my love.

Your story, lost traveler, it’s so similar to mine,

I could recite its ending like a poem

And, yet, you’re still believing you’re the one

To change history.

Your tears, lost traveler, open gates in time

Through ancient ages, I collect them all!

For ...

The desert held hidden secrets,

Beneath its sands so dry,

A whisper of forgotten winds

That brushed the endless sky.

In dunes of gold and ochre red,

Where sun and shadow play,

The tales of ancient wanderers

In silence gently lay.

Beneath the heat, the scorpions

Would dance in moonlit light,

Guardians of the stories kept

In the solitude of night.

The cactus bloomed in twi...

There are those who wandered me endlessly, And those that searched me aimlessly.

Kings rose and fell amidst my body,

And queens cursed my cruelty.

There are cities within and beside,

Raised in vanity despite me.

Whipped by the winds,

I howl from the wounding.

I am renewed by the sun,

Diminished by its reflection.

All that I am is ashes,

Deserted by time.

I was alone until they came,

Wra...

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers,

Endless dunes contain darkest memories,

Trapped behind a veil of mist-bound sisters

A sand whipped escape of extremities.

Stone faced obelisks guarding cruel secrets,

A network of clandestine forgotten,

Feet fall oblivious and unfrequent,

Voices muted by sands misbegotten.

Fire remains on the backs of travellers,

Transporting spices to brighten feastin...

She’s cold and barren

Blinding snow blankets her land

It swirls and screams therein

The silence takes her hand

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers

Of times that have elapsed

Now I must journey hither

And add my own voice to the past...

A sinister blow awashes the sand,

her howling gale socks me off my feet,

searing granuals cling to my glassy eyes,

tailoring a new gritty - hot - layer of sclera.

Her desolate palm lifts me up,

I rise with the heat,

to meet her harsh gaze,

beaming on my fast wilting flesh.

She cackles at me like a Jeep.

But I'm too high up now to leap.

I was urged to beware her dire exhale.

Not to get caught...