Writing Prompt

I’m the star he made fall from the sky,

Unable to leave a trail behind,

They look but can’t find me as I’m unable to land,

I go around and around,

My emotions unable to catch up,

I go unseen for days,

Only to show up once in a while,

He’s the sun,

I’m his little star,

A little star that can go far,

The sun prevents the star from staying around,

Sun can be found where the star cannot,

The wor...

I love the stars.

The sun disappears,

But the stars are always there.

Even Though I can’t see them,

They’re still there

Always around when you need a friend

They’re there when you get scared.

They’re around and they always stays.

The sun goes.

it’s the sun it doesn’t have time for just anyone.

Sure it’s there for you in the day.

But what about in the night,

when you feel scared

When your alo...

why am i so tired at day,

but don’t sleep at all at night?

it’s a neverending loophole of sleep…

(ironically posting this around midnight 🤭)...

in the country,

the crickets spew their warm melody,

singing the air to life.

you can sense it.

the mosquitoes, the deer,

the great horned owls.

all spiraling and twitching

in their nocturnal cacophony

in the suburbs,

the grating sound of a skateboard

shudders across the pavement,

and the sound of teenage boys

shouting through the stifling night air

drifts up through the skewed window,

slightly ...

The sky is ink, and bleeds its hue

Across the hills in shades of blue.

It cloaks the trees in mourning lace,

And smears the stars on Heaven’s face.

The wind becomes a painter’s sigh,

Brushing the world with something shy.

It stirs the leaves like whispered sin,

And taps on glass to be let in.

The manor breathes a deeper gloom,

It’s heart a cold, forgotten room.

The portraits blink with shadowed ...

the dream is an echo of your inner light -

the sounds you absorb;

the sights that wound your heart;

the touch of your skin against mine;

the taste of warmth on your tongue;

i gather these in darkness, and wander on.

the night is an anchor for your soul -

the moon, it lights your path;

the stars, something concrete to send your dreams;

the breeze, spilling carbon all over the universe, waiting for...

Night is known for its darkness,

The moon and electricity act as our sight.

But we don’t talk about the hands that guide us, the hands we put credence in.

The hands we reach for to get that sight, but now the sight is to see the face of the hand we trusted. To see the face of the warmth we held on to, to see what somehow knew where to go....

Little does she know

I’m crying behind the screen

Its nearly midnight

Why can’t I just fall asleep

Little does she know

The pain I feel

When she says goodnight

And ends our conversation

She is my only friend

And I am trying so hard

To not push to much

Or other things as such

Little does she know

I wish I could add her pain to mine

Because she is family

So it will be fine

Little does she kn...

the dark can be loud or silent.

full of rustling leaves,

and buzzing of bugs.

or full of nothingness,

just the faint glow of stars.

some find comfort in the darkness.

that this is where they escape the horrors of their life.

but some say they’re afraid of the night.

that there’s monsters in the darkness,

that only come out when you’re vulnerable.

but they don’t understand.

those monste...

Blackness cloaks us

But dim lights above shine

Your face illuminated flawless

I want to feel skin breath you breath

Bask in your beauty

Though the night sky separates us....