Writing Prompt

One of the few with money in the banks,

Now we’re in the homeless ranks,

Financial freedom turned this family to live in this slum,

Now we’re all sorry for ourselves, really very glum.

With three children, all snobs,

And don’t forget about Mr. and Mrs. Snobs!

But now we live without a roof above us,

Body’s infected, full of yellow pus.

The son’s turned to drugs,

His friends are all thugs,

He’ll ...

I miss it.

The parties, the gala, the recognition. I miss the taste of champagne on my tongue and the smell of fresh money from the ATM. I miss people scrambling to make me happy and getting favors whenever I wished.

They say “ Rome didn ’ t fall in a day. ”

But I think it sure did. My Rome, my life, collapsed and crumpled up into a shriveled mess of flesh and bone, in less than a day.

T...

the wallet in my pocket, once tearing at the seams

now its thin as paper, what does that mean for me?

you i grew accustomed to and could once afford

but you’re slipping through my fingers, i don’t have you anymore

this hasn’t ever happened and i don’t know what to do

just sitting here daydreaming about the nightmare that was you...

I’m being hold back by no

One but myself I feel like

Hands are wrapping around

Me telling me I’m not good

Enough But it’s just the voices

In my head on repeat until I

Shake them away but they

Come back the next day...

I don’t mean to make a threat,

But so be it if my only way out is death.

You may see Los Angeles as a pipe dream,

But it’s the only place for me.

And so much more healthy.

I’ve never known how peace would feel,

Or even known if it was real,

Until I woke up in LA

And didn’t want to die that day.

I have never felt at home,

Until when I went to WeHo,

I know I could do so much more,

If living wasn’t s...

The feet of rats are muddy

The souls of rats are tarnished

And no matter how great a rat becomes

He will always be a rat

A rat racing...

In a world of wealth and grandeur, I once did reside,

A pompous, judgmental man, with arrogance as my guide.

But alas, fortune turned its back, and left me in dismay,

For the scales of justice tipped, and my riches slipped away.

For the next few weeks I’m stuck with poor folks,

Completely unaware how I’ll survive,

This feels like a coax.

I can’t believe people really live like this,

Have they no p...

Days spill from my pocket

Never knew how much I had

Only how much I have lost...

once i felt as though

i held the world in the palm of my hand

and now i can hardly breathe

from under the weight of its crushing boot

i had everything

with no need to do anything

but now i find

i don’t know how to do much at all

i burn everything i touch

or rather, everything i make on the stove

i always used to have someone

to make my lovely meals

i never had to lift a finger

but it seems t...

Having the world at my fingertips,

Life’s riches at my personal disposal.

Now it is though I’m Atlas,

holding the world I used to own

On my shoulders.

The weight I carry is unbearable,

Beating me down, day after day.

I used to bathe in the eyes of glory.

Now, I cower in the shadows.

As if I’m a stray dog, begging for scraps,

Fighting at the bottom of the food chain.

Will I escape this Pan...