Writing Prompt

***WARNINGS - Alcohol Addiction & Suicidal Themes***

Sometimes my thoughts get cloudy,

Like I’m an outsider looking in.

Then the voices get so rowdy,

Telling me to drink and sin.

I step outside and look up high,

The forecast suggests rain.

A grey blanket across the sky,

And wrapped around my brain.

If I listen to the voices,

Then they relax their grip.

It leaves me with no choices,

A passenger ...

My mind is a sky that forgets the sun,

gray-washed and heavy, nowhere to run.

Thoughts drift like storms I cannot tame,

each one whispering doubt, each one a name.

The air feels thick, too tight to breathe,

like something unseen coils underneath.

No lightning strikes, no thunder cries—

just silence wrapped in unsettled skies.

I try to smile, pretend I’m clear,

but the forecast lingers, always ne...

Cloudy and rainy

Thats how I like it

Not bright

Not cheery

Just gloomy and drab

But Beautiful in its own way

I like the clouds

In all of their shapes and sizes

I like the rain

And the way it washes and revitalizes

I don’t like the sun

How it scorches my skin

I don’t like the day

Never really knowing when it will end

I like the moon

Its the only time I don’t like the clouds

Because they bloxk ...

I can feel a storm brewing,

Judging from the clouds,

Darkening cotton that lowers.

I can see the sullen looks,

The folks around wear,

Clouding their once-gleeful eyes.

I can hear the pounding quiet,

Signaling their rage,

Like black storm clouds for the ears.

I can smell the tears and shouts,

A fog lingering,

With drops of vexed blood baked in.

I can taste the baseless wrath,

A smothering smo...

_Where are they?_

_Looks like they’re not out today,_

_Guess I’ll just wait for tomorrow._

_Are they out today?_

_huh,_

_Not today either,_

_Maybe tomorrow they’ll be._

I took a peak out my window,

Looking for something,

Something, fluffy,

In the sky.

For the past few days, they haven’t been seen,

The weather just wasn’t right,

So I kept on waiting,

Until today.

I saw them from my window,

I sp...

How would it feel to live in the clouds?

With the sky so blue

And the clouds so full of bloom

Like cotton candy

I’d jump around from cloud to cloud

Bouncing on a magical trampoline

Avoiding the pockets that open towards the sun

And then I’d lay in the endless heaps of puff

Letting myself sink into sweet pillowy dreams

It’s feel like heaven

A paradise

The calm in a world filled with chaos

It’...

Fluffy

Like cotton candy

White as snow

Gray like cement

Transforms

Into storms that strikes

Clouds they say

In the sky

Cover up the sun

Either very nice

Or very evil

Can either lead to destruction

Or beauty

The clouds in the sky

Decide on what they be...

When I think of clouds

I think of dark skies

Ones with no sun or moon

The days that make you sad

When you wonder when the rain starts

When the tears pour

The days inviting you to let it out

To release what you hide away

Working trough problems

All sorts and kinds

Then feeling better

For when the sun shines...

A little cloud

High oh so high

I wish to feel it’s softness,

From that image in the sky.

Like cotton candy, looking oh so soft and sweet,

Though I know deep down, we simply wouldn’t meet

If I brushed my hand right by,

It’s just water

but in my mind

I can pretend,

It holds the comfort of a friend....

Being with him was like battling the weather,

Each day a new challenge.

Whether it came pouring down all at once,

Or like little droplets landing in puddles left previously.

Even when we had our sunny days,

They were always clouded,

With the reminders of her....