Writing Prompt

There used to be this thing the…

What do you call it?

No, no, really.

Oh! Her name, right!

It was…

Huh, how strange.

On the tip of my tongue.

It’s like an empty book,

But it didn’t used to be empty.

What was it?

Water?

Fire?

Books can stand the test of time…

Sometimes.

Maybe it was sand;

The words were scratched away.

The same must’ve come from somewhere…

Right.

That thing…

Hm…

...

In a quiet park, an old swing swayed gently in the breeze. Children once played there, laughing and shouting. But as years passed, fewer visited, and the swing grew still. Yet, every so often, a gentle push would bring it to life, reminding the park of happier days....

Dust and ghosts

My only visitors in this darkness

Unholy hosts

Take over again

Left in the closet

I’ll find my way out

Earthquaking scream

As you see my old pout

remember my face,

Beaded eyes, empty smile?

I wasn’t misplaced

Or intentionally left out

No, reality’s quite so much

Crueler than thought

What’s worse than no love?

forgetting the forgotten...

We all have it the fear of being forgotten when we leave this earth how will we be remembered however that way be loving, caring, funny chaotic whatever it may be how do we wanna be remembered what do you want the world to remember you as? That is the big main question isn’t it? There’s always that fear to of people not caring until your gone not realizing the impact you had on the world but I pro...

“I see the duo in the trio!”

Well what abt the girl left solo?

Do you see her?

I hate buses.

Two per seat,

No more

No less.

Them two together,

Me one seat over.

Conversations I’ll never hear

or take part in,

Jokes I’ll never get to laugh to,

Forgotten from their fun.

Never me on the inside,

Never me on their mind,

Never me because I’m just too kind.

I offered,

That is true,

But you didn’t i...

Loneliness invaded every corner of her mind as she sat on the beach staring out at the endless expanse of water. Each breath brought in the oxygen of life while each exhale spoke of every disappointment, every broken promise, and shattered dreams. Silence surrounding her spoke louder than a thousand booming voices. The heavy darkness weighed her down, chasing her as if it were a starving shark see...

As the toy sits in the front, middle sectioned chamber of the seemingly always closed closet door, it reminisced about the days when the kids would play.

The doll is an old, textile doll that always had a different hairstyle woven into its long red hair. She had a few stitches loose; and when she used to have a hole, the mother would mend it back to looking new.

She was the favorite doll. She ...

Has it finally come

The day I’ve always imagined

The day I become forgotten

Today is the day I’ve been dreaming of

For so long this is what I wanted

Or at least though so

Now that the day has come

I don’t know what to think

It isn’t what I hoped for

I feel emptier than ever before

My life

Now officially gone

What I wanted for so long

I now wish away

I will never get my life back

The world has...

Being forgotten is a different type of pain.

Watching you flirt with other men.

Hurts.

I want you to be happy.

And you are.

But it still hurts.

It hurts to see how quickly you got over us.

How quickly you threw me away,

Throwing me onto the road,

right as a truck drives past.

It hurts to see you get into that same truck.

The same one that ran me over.

_It hurts to ...

I was forgotten

again.

I was left

again.

I should’ve known

This was bound to happen;

He lead me into false happiness

And then cloaked himself in disappearance.

I was naive

again.

I was starstruck

again.

My heart is again pierced with

The small knife of hope.

Forgotten, I will be, bleeding

Away a stream of unrequited love....