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VISUAL PROMPT

by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/Tiina23.

Use this imagine as inspiration for a story or poem.

Use this imagine as inspiration for a story or poem.

Writings

Drifting Away At The Edge

As I’m getting ready for bed I take a look in the mirror,

the bathroom light reflecting in my eyes as the dark circles beneath them starts to become clearer,


In my room I steare at my desk, trying to draw away my attention from the workload of paper files that lays in front of my eyes,


In bed all my thoughts resembles and reminds me of my work I’m behind in. They cannot be silenced nor ignored...

Raining

Raining, water drops on my head

Make sure you have your umbrella they said

To be safe today my umbrella is in my bag

The weather man said it might rain, that hag

Not a drop of water

Just the rising sun...

I Made Room For Her

I made room for her.

Cleared a space at the table

with trembling hands

and a heart I swore

was brave enough

for all of us.


I said,

_ā€œTalk to her.ā€_


_ā€œFeel with her.ā€_

_ā€œIf it’s there, chase it.ā€_

And God—

I meant it.

I meant it even when it choked me.


I thought I was being strong.

Thought love meant letting him bloom,

even if I wilted a little

in the shadow

of what they used to be.


She was an ...

Another Way To Fly

What is freedom?


I’ve never been good at describing things. Being free. What is freedom?


Is it really as good as it sounds? People say it’s being comfortable in your skin, acting however you want, or maybe it’s feeling unrestrained by the rules. Isn’t that just confidence? Rebellion? Acceptance? What makes freedom feel so free?


What makes people so happy about freedom? Is it being left alone, l...

Dance of the Black Widowed Bride

(First poem, feedback is appreciatedā¤ļø)



Do the dance of the black widowed bride


Take the umbrella, go and glide


Across the feilds that hold tears cried


Do the dance of the black widowed bride


Your deceased husband’s name in hand


Go to the feilds, the one in his homeland


There you will dance and there you will stand


With you deceased husbands name in hand


Do the dance of the black widowe...

Misty’s Rain Garden

Misty was lost. It had been months since she had a job, and nothing seemed to grab her interest anymore. The more her job search went on, the less connected she felt to the world. ā€œWho wants me? What’s *wrong* with me?ā€ She often wondered quietly.


Sure, she had tried all the usual stuff. Paint by numbers. Exercise. Doom scrolling. But nothing could fill her day.


As depression and anxiety began...

In the Field of Flowers

In a field of flowers,

I look up into the sky.

I hold up an umbrella

And then I close my eyes.


There in the field of flowers,

I feel so calm and free.

Everything that once did,

Cannot bother me.


And in that field of flowers,

I begin to pray,

And tell God everything

That bothered me that day.


And even though I cannot see him

I know that He is there,

And that He loves me and loves to hear

My eve...

Alone

There is an open field where she can be alone, but her mind is constantly running. Some days she just wishes she could be without any noise. She looks up at the sky and wonders what is up there. For now she will try to just be here in field by herself....

Fallen Inlove Before

I've fallen in love before, drowned in eyes that felt like still waters, but this? This thing I feel for you feels different.

It feels holy, pure, and beautiful. If I said it's nothing like I’ve ever had, I hope you know I'm not pulling your legs. It is my truth, you are to me like the dawn of morning. Your love is all my heart lives for.

Baby, you are the calm in my chaos, the gentle breeze that...

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Clouds burn bright

As the sun shines through

How I wish I were you tonight

But fortunately, my foot doesn’t fit the shoe


The field is slippery with mud

Like my face after its great flood

I’m caught up in the mystery of the sun

As it beams down on me as I look back for fun


I will walk this field as I cry

For my footprints fill the ground

I will walk until all my fears are gone and my tears dry

I ...