Writing Prompt

We are made for the light

But can adapt to darkness

Becoming dull and numb

The light now to bright

Till our eyes readjust

And we remember where we belong...

Stop

Time needs to

Stop.

I pop

a pill

so the clock will

Stop.

On top

a roof,

they try to

rob

me of the

Stop.

I sob,

I need to

lob

myself

from on top.

“Stop!” they yell.

But the clock

won’t stop.

The clock won't

stop.

The clock won't

stop.

I need the clock to

stop

On top the roof.

A way to

stop.

A way to

stop.

A way to stop.

The ticking clock

needs to stop.

Please don't

drop.

Please don'...

…

…

…

…

There’s no one left to fight

Everyone is back to nice

No reson to be upset at them

The people who where mean

Making my life a mess

They got in trouble

Now they’ve changed

My friends are doing fine

I want to make them happy

Give them gifts that mean something

My favorite neckless

Or a family heirloom

Everything I can for helping me

A thank you for being there

I need to tell my family I lo...

She locks herself in the bathroom, hoping that the darkness can help her with her thinking. But it never does, it just makes her overthink her entire life makes her question everything. And still, people see her struggling and still ask her for help, not ever trying to see if she needs help more than they do. They look straight past her, like she's a ghost and she's not really there, just there to...

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solitude so sublime

sings the spirited swallow

amused and feeling loose

the trees sway to the news

echoed though the park

by the sweet summer breeze

rare glimpse of solitude

raves the rhapsodic robin

weaving psychedelic patterns

wind its only companion

feathers outstretched with glee

floats unperturbed by the swings

fȇte of solitude

flaps the fainéant finch

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languid pa...

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I stand in the grocery store

Look at the scrap of paper

Read what the words I previously wrote

Pizza

Ice cream

Lettuce

Tomatoes

The list goes on

It’s balanced

Fun

It reflects my life

The next week

I’m back

The list this time is shorter

There isn’t as much fun reflected

It’s only vegetables

The next week I look at the list again

The words are blurry and I can’t make them out

I can tell the l...

Tongue so sharp,

Wit worthy of war,

Eyes of a thousand seas.

Curves of the mountains,

Height of the trees.

Scars of the land,

She is nothing if not grand.

A soul as beautiful as is merciful.

Unskilled hands make me fulfilled.

A laugh that sings to the birds,

A leader of all nerds,

One that makes me feel heard.

She took off my mask,

That was all she’d ever ask.

She came to me in a ...

Oh yea the sun is shining like a star and the moon shines like an angel and the stars are bright like the sun shines...