Writing Prompt

Welcome fighters all

The only way out is through

Hearts pump frenzied blood...

Over stamped pages,

From a life lived on the run,

To escape from mundaneness,

And seek a world of fun.

Frayed, bruised and battered,

As it falls from hand to hand,

A book that’s full of memories,

From many trips unplanned....

Before my eyes close forever

and I take my final flight,

I want to see the world,

and wallow in the sights.

I want to swim with the dolphins

in Hawaiian water so blue.

I want to climb the Great Pyramid,

and stand next to the statue of Zeus.

I want to visit the Empire State Building,

looking down on the world below.

I want to stumble around and explore

the Mayan Ruins in Mexico.

I want to ring i...

Modern day nomad,

Lost and searching for a home,

They will find it soon....

I am leaving the airport a different woman than I came.

The me I knew before you simply no longer exists.

She doesn’t laugh at what was.

She doesn’t cry at what could have been.

She is simply not here.

She is nothing.

She died when you decided she was no longer worth it.

But, I do not mourn her passing.

She didn’t know,

The hurt, the pain, the cost

Of loving you.

She did not know t...

Being locked

Impossible to breathe

Even if I’m trying

My spirit want to move on with itself

While my body still under gravity

There is surely a bridge

Between my reality and my dreams

Should i get a ticket?

Or something like a passport

I get really confused when i realize

That it already was a bruised passports ...

They say traveling is fun.

I like to see the children in

The foreign places run.

I like to feel like the happiness in my

Life has just begun,

But I think I forget where I came from:

Broken windows and houses filled

With loaded guns.

Bruises that when touched

Are no fun.

They say secret secrets aren’t fun

They say secret secrets hurt everyone.

I can move from city to city

And feel sprun...

Jess stood in front of her father. He stares through her holding an old sock he found on the floor. He slowly taps it against her leg like a ticking clock in slow motion. She stood waiting for a hug but not wanting to ask. Across the room her older brother is in his bunk bed. The duvet is wrapped tightly around him and he refuses to budge.

“C’mon Dylan! We’re going to miss our flight,” said thei...

I’m writing to tell you about one interesting book “Stive Jobs . The man who thought different”...

An old document

At the bottom of a pack

Covered tattered

Filled with memories

And a bad picture

Pack also

Worse for wear

Patched and pins

Tell the tale

Of roads

Of seas

Of dreams

Traveled. ...