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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Write a poem in a different genre to your usual comfort zone.

This poem can be in any style and with any theme, but try to write in a genre that you wouldn't normally try.

Comfort Zone

I’m nervous

Thinking a mile a minute

I can’t focus

I feel my glasses fogging

Trying to take in everything

Remember everything


I feel like I’m failing

So unprepared

I’ll fall on my face


I don’t know

when it’ll ever get normal


I want it to be my normal


Why can’t I be normal?





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(Started a part time job. It’s a very people facing job which is wildly out of my comfort zone but trying to force...

Gunshots...

And then I heard it... POW! a loud gunshot echoed through the school. Hey I'm Rebecca and I survived a school shooting. The gun shot 3 more times after that and I could hear little kids screaming. Whoever this is must be super evil to shoot kindergartners... I heard the gun reload outside my classroom, so I hid in the little cabinet. Then he whipped the door open and I heard my classroom fill with...

Neon Veins

The city bleeds in neon veins,

Rain-slick streets hum electric refrains.

The city bleeds in neon veins,

Rain slick streets hum electric refrains.

Circuit hearts pulse in shadowed towers,

Data whispers like synthetic flowers.

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Chrome eyes scan the void between,

Human and machine, nothing serene.

A stray cat hums, tail flicks sparks,

Ghosts of code haunt the after-dark.

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They sell dreams in fiber...

Running Through My Veins

BANG!

A loud shot in my ears.


POW!

I can’t hear.


All the things around me dissapear.

My head fills with black,

My hands go so numb.

What was that?


A shot to my back

Is what that was.

A mystery solved

In a matter of seconds.

This shot would kill me

But I have to stand up.


Looking around

With eyes so blurry.

I can’t see but I still hurry.

Hurrying to the spot,

The place,

Anywhere other ...

Selfish Son

Thank you dad for watching me grow

I know it took a while.

You taught me to work, you taught me to throw

And you did it all with a smile.


You protected and provided for our family

Not to mention you took care of mom.

You planted our roots like a great big oak tree

You’re the king of our little kingdom.


Now your all wrinkled and get called papa

You’ve dove into a new role.

You and mom laugh tha...

The Knife

He could see the knife gleaming at him with a smile

It was tempting to grab it like a life line

He hated this as much as he hated this world

His vision blurred from sobs he endured


He wanted to rib out his organs and take the blame

For he thought it would help him deal the pain.

He held the shiny kitchen knife with desperation

Feeling the sting of metal and thoughts

Blood dropped as he forgot ...

I Have To Know…

I’m scared and alone. I don’t know my way home.

But this is different — it’s a path my dad lied to me about for years and years.

He used to say it was a place of fairy tales, of lands full of wonder… but there was always something darker beneath the words. Something he never told me.


Now, as I stand at the edge of it, the air feels colder, heavier. Every step forward feels like breaking a promise...

You Arent Me

You say you’ve been here before

That you’ve done this too


No you haven’t

I’m not you


You dont know the kids my age

You dont know what I pay


Bullied and judged for what I say

Even worse that I’m gay


School is harder then it ever was

Aren’t you happy I’m not doing drugs?


I need special items for a day at school

These things don’t make me ā€˜cool’


APD, Autism, ADHD, OCD, Anxiety

The days are ha...

In The Garden

It was quite beautiful, it was so green and lush


So full of life and yet life had no bite or coldness to it


There was none of the reality of life, none of the loss or the minor wins that come in our hopes and dreams


There was only perfection, fruit ripened on the wine, home of leave or clay ready to be had


Fire never to be tended and others never to be fought


And maybe that is what is mea...

In Steel And Of Sorrow

I wake like every other day nothing is new.

Walking the streets as if nothing is wrong with me.

I look at these pathetic creatures, beings lower than me.

The steel keeps grinding with no bound.


I spot a particularly beautiful lady, skin white as snow and lips as plump as a juicy fruit and a smile as bright as a star.

I like what I see, I will make her fall in love with me.

Her perfume penetrate...