Writing Prompt

When I get home

I crawl in my bed

I tuck myself in

And cover my head

The voices are ringing

I can’t turn them off

They never leave me

I can’t make them stop-Until I begin humming the saddest of songs

I pull up the covers

Over my head

But I won’t sleep

I cant rest in my bed

Because Undercovers, I can see you again

The worst memories don’t cancel the best

Then undercovers

...

I write the life I wish to have;

every line of my notebook is

Ink covered dreams

Wishing desperately to come true.

I write of free happiness,

Where my heart flutters

With unending joy

And ceaseless laughter.

I write of consoling love

That mends my broken heart

Into a beating pulse

Of deep, unconditional love.

This notebook of just mere words

Holds the fate I wish to live;

But words on...

There’s too many ideas spiraling in my brain

I can’t decide where to put them

Do I put them in a book?

In a poem?

A letter?

Or a song?

What do I want to portray?

What do I want others to hear?

Cause putting my ideas somewhere

Let’s myself come free

So, what do I say next?...

i found

a leatherbound book

when i

was young

writing stories

within

it,

before forgetting

i picked

it up again

in the

fifth grade

writing out

our words

and stories

on pages

it has lasted

so long

and i wonder

when it’ll run out of

space for us

to write

and

bond

but now

a

leatherbound

notebook

is my life

and love

even if

the love

shall

never

be

returned...

Every time I write

It always manages to be about you

The pain you caused me,

The good you brung me.

I’ve tried to forget about you

But the truth is

It isn’t as easy as people say

It’s been 8 years now,

But truthfully told

I’m traumatized by the good and bad you brought me.

Making me feel good enough

Making feel like the best being walking this earth,

Then like a monster dreading the soil I ...

In the gentle night,

When the world slows to a rest,

I turn to you, the one to whom,

My dreams and fears are confessed.

You're the keeper of my secrets,

The holder of my heart,

The one who’s loved me through it all,

Right from the very start.

You've been with me through the laughter,

The tears that no one sees,

The hopes that flutter silently,

Like leaves upon the breeze.

Together in the ...

drawings doodles scribbles notes

arddra

niw win

dsg gsd

war raw

gni d s ing

rds rawing sdr

iwa awi

sgn ngs

...

In the quiet realm of bound delight,

A notebook rests, a canvas white.

Its cover whispers tales untold,

A sanctuary for thoughts to unfold.

Pages crisp, like morning dew,

Await the pen, its ink anew.

Lines stretch out in rhythmic grace,

An open space, a sacred place.

In graphite dreams and inked desires,

The notebook holds creative fires.

It cradles secrets, hopes, and fears,

A chronicle of pass...

Memories from Filling Braille Notebooks

My young mind connected the dots,

And decided that paper meant freedom.

Paper is how worlds are built,

How I can say with a straight face that I know what a sunset is.

Once I feel words under my fingers,

I know there is no turning back.

Six tiny points in a neat little box burst open and become galaxies and gazelles.

Young and wobbling,

I did not know the ...

How else can a mere

mortal author new worlds to

behold and explore?...