Writing Prompt

I really am okay

I don’t need help

That’s the truth

Not just denial

I will admit that

I can get upset

But thats normal

And I know how

To handle myself...

Wacky, tacky, unusual vernacky

Language from another time

A cluster of words explode like a land mine

Helter, skelter, I’m starting to swealter,

The steam heat radiates

Concentration of conflicted words debate.

Canine feline fur friend of mine

Walking purring comfort

Felling soothed and safe in any port

The world at large can

Be so scary

My pets are there to soothe me....

sometimes, i cannot help but admit i miss pills

silent crashing waves that eased my mind

once i stopped, i had no choice but to deal

once again, screaming slowly started to intensify

i wish i knew how to cope with the anxiety i feel

but it’s like i’ll forever walk around confined...

Fantasy mind

Evening dreams

Your life support

What makes us happy

It’s going to be ok

Live while we’re young

Dream of your future

Trying to survive

Only myself

Maybe if I tired

Maybe I could be better

Yes I don’t want to ask

Life sucks

Unfortunately

Not to be despaired

And sad be happy instead

Remember it’s ok to be sad

Fire

Is awesome

Really dangerous though

Everyone should try ...

I had a little dream last night, and in it, you was there..

It was just a dream but yet it had me in despair..

Something or someone in my dream was reaching out to me..

Trying to tell me something about my reality..

This person in my dream doesn’t want to see me happy..

They always have a problem always wanna see me snappy..

But when I get to snapping, they keep saying that I’m flippin..

So they ...

This satirical poem will show you the way,

To craft your grand story in just half a day.

First, toss all your plot in a blender with jam,

Add sparkly old socks and a wig from a ham.

Do not, and I say this with utmost control,

Allow any E in your poem or scroll.

It’s far too much liked—it’s unfair, it’s absurd!

So banish that letter, that overused word.

All protagonists must be a yak or a ghost,

...

Magnolia in

The front yard brings hope

Of many years....

I like school

It gives me something to do all day

I have amazing friends

Good grades (somehow)

Teachers that like me (somehow)

Free food from some people

But I hate school

There’s too much homework

Too much drama

Too many people

No freedom

People that get upset with me for no dang reason

A person that stares at me

People that don’t stop yapping to me about their whole life story

I don’t like sch...

In a cyber fairytale, where circuits glow,

A glitchy sprite named Pixel sought to grow.

In neon forests, under starlit skies,

Coding dreams and whispers danced with sighs.

Once a humble code on a server’s shelf,

Pixel longed for magic, to find oneself.

With ones and zeroes stitched like threads of fate,

She ventured boldly through the binary gate.

"To be a hero," she mused with d...

Astonishingly, I found myself prepared for gloom.

Whoopty-Do

I’ve put up, the fudge the fudge.

Bet it’s in a recipe book somewhere.

Somewhere in the peripheral....