Writing Prompt

Thunder, rain, lightning—unsettled.

Commotion, noise… shhh, be quiet.

Drip drop, drip drop—it don’t stop.

Gloomy and cold, no sun.

Alone, no comfort—run.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

After the storm, please—no more rain.

I thought I moved along,

but my head—it spirals some more.

The wind, it blows and blows with no control.

Chaos the wind creates—

I clean the mess it makes.

With nowhere to g...

Day after day as I’m sat in silence,

The void filling my mind with the sense of loneliness,

The creature driving me mad with the endless recklessness

“Your selfish” when I chose to be silent

“Your a bitch” when I knew the truth about the love behind her black lies

The endless madness that fills my silence

As I continue to stand here, numb and helpless

Oh creature why can’t you understand

I’m not...

I’m holding my device in bed

To feel my temperature, I touch my head

A burning flame inside me

This bed won’t let me free

Eyes like blinds half closed

As if afraid by the sun it will be exposed

This sickness tells me “stay in bed”

And I listened to every word it said

I woke up the next day

Thankful I’m feeling okay

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My feelings multiply as I don't give

them a space to be.

They all add up, squeezing into a spot

that feels more crammed up than free.

When I'm about to explode

and my heart beats faster than my words

can analyze anything I'm feeling,

I pause.

Zoom out.

And subtract.

Subtract what I feel,

Subtract what I know.

Everything is smaller when I unravel

the lies I tell myself.

The emotions that come w...

After the storm

We’re left withered and cold

Shell schocked and soaked to the bone

We stand their shoulder by shoulder

Shivering beneath a wind that has ceased howling

And clouds that begin to drift apart

After the storm

When my tears cease

And where back on a queen sized bed

One which we never left

Looking out into the bedroom window

Sitting beside me in the same silence that comes

Aft...

After the storm the searchlights begin shining, but you're over in the corner hiding.

Because you can't be found in this mess of a state, or that'd be just confirming your fate.

The wind blows and the tide rolls, but after the storm it’s all covered up with the tolls.

To pretend something isn’t when really it is, is like flipping a coin with only two heads.

If you act like it’s fine when really it...

I’m the pain that whirls inside your head

That keeps you from going to bed

I grow quickly and I’m not easy to fizzle

I bounce around your head like a dribble

You can’t escape what I want you to feel

My words will make you kneel

I’ll scare you out of your sleep

and while your awake you’ll only weep

You‘ll notice a shift in your reality

That’s me changing your mortality

You’ll walk around confused...

After the storm,

You’ll wake up from the haze,

The one caused by loves most destructive phase, screaming, fighting,crashing falling,

stumbling,hurting, crying,calling,

When you look at the wreckage,

You‘ll feel no remorse,

A flood of relief when you rid of the corpse,

of the person that caused you unspeakable pain,

This is what you‘ll have till you shatter the chain....

note: I should be sleeping and it’s rly late so forgive me if it’s not uh the best…

I chose confusion and loneliness as my emotion 🫶

Does the moon ever feel lonely up in the sky?

I guess so, but it catches so many wandering eyes.

On nights where it’s clouded, when rain draws near,

The moon sits above, waiting, hoping it clears.

So do you feel lonely down on the Earth,

Waiting for someo...

dear amy,

you were the storm,

that blew me away

like a heartbreaker.

and yet only eight words

were enough

to make me feel

as if i were not enough.

”i don’t want to talk to you chiyo.”

that’s all it took

to make me feel like

a fool!

you’re my best friend!

you were my best friend!

and now you blow me off

with this new friend group of yours!

i was forced to stop talking to you…

why don’t you...