Writing Prompt

Ice hangs over the room

locking in a permanent winter

moss leaves no trace of a wall behind,

the few and rare gap’s fingers trace leave a disturbing, sickly impression on skin

the floor,

natures clutter is dark and unidentified

one can assume the top cover is a frozen water form, although varying with texture

crunches of snow echo

or is it the chattering of teeth?

maybe the sound of malno...

I can't let go I can't let go of you being so funny you being you making me laugh remember when we were in class an we were playing truth or dare and I said I was trying to pee like a boy I lied lol I was just trying to make you laugh to see your smile 😎...

Walking with no end, the man ended up stumbling into a cave, where he did enter. The allure of the cave had called to him, something about the jagged icy formations that littered cold stone walls.

He’d smile at the water that flowed about him, the rain had made its appearance. Forgetting his numbered days in the greater world, he would spend the next few moments to just relax, placing himself up...

When earth seems to have a connection with you all worries disappear.but you start to come into your power regaining back what was once yours loving me is so beautiful only a blind man can see you gave me so much in such little time I was convinced that u will soon be mines when your lips touched my earthly plain I wondered. Did you think u discovered mont Everest or something gazing at me with ...

A bitter, cold winters eve,

Just the place to go for my lonely grief.

Deep, isolating blue,

Heavy thoughts hitting me like a crushing sea,

Drowning me slowly,

A dark decree.

The colours remarks who,

Who I used to be.

The place I used to call home,

Just a burden to roam,

You can’t pull me back,

My vision is monochrome.

Until the darkness deepens,

Sinking my hopes,

Just another challenge that stee...

Navy blue of night,

apprehensive steps

past pages torn perpendicular.

It’s abstract intentionality,

icicles in December woods,

shadows azure with cold,

silver snow cloaked

under weight of yesteryear’s womb.

The ancestors still pushing

to come through. So many stories

still wait to be true. Depth of sadness

too heavy to tell

in real time.

With nothing to grasp,

no one will connect…

but ...

The composers eyes have finally opened. After being locked in the studio and singing the same melodie’s over and over and over again, she was finally alive. It was as if each note was coming to him as the raindrops hit the ground. She hid under a tree trunk, trying her best to keep dry as she took out her manuscript paper and what she thought was a pencil, but now realised was the pen she used to ...

I look to my left I see clearly a tree

I look to my right I see clearly a leaf

I look behind me and clearly see a squirrel

Everything is clear

I look infront of me and see a girl

She is clear at first

Then she asks me a question

One that is hard to answer

"If you had one day to live

Who would you thank

Who would you apologize to

And who would you forgive."

Then she became blurry

My mind swirr...

Taking steps through the mundane

Opinions fly like continental 747’s

Your voice and presence is all I want

I seek here and there

You word and prayer

And in a moment

I’m reminded

You here...

“Fine,” Mom said as the kids were putting their boots on.

“Stay away from the river, and don’t go near the ice caves,” she sternly announced to them.

“Ice Caves?!” Alex exclaimed. This was his first time visiting his cousin at their ranch. Every time he turned around, there was another fascinating aspect of this rural life. The coyotes howling each night, the arrowheads and ancient fossils litter...