Writing Prompt

All the worlds a stage don’t you wish you were the star...

Rain storms are a stage, One filled with sadness. Where you cry yourself out, From internal madness.

The sun is a stage, Where you seem to smile the brightest. You always stand up tall with full confidence, And don't let things hurt you in the slightest.

Snow is a stage, A stage that's the most dangerous. Where the heart's love is frozen under ice, And it's your every intention to not be nice.

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All the world is a stage And when you were born They arranged it for you Set the props just right, and gave you The perfect little costumes And settled you into the cozy scenery.

As you grew, you explored This world that was set out for you This stage you were placed on Playing with the props, Begging to see more scenery, Rifling through the costumes. And maybe they said yes. Maybe, when you ...

From our cots a new, To our graves of old Our world has created our masks to hold Cradled deep within our hearts we hide Our truer selves to cry beside.

But if my heart was to discard my mask Would I finally be seen at last Crumbled bones lying weak before me With skin so torn it couldn’t hold them I wish my mask would finally be free To show my heart beneath thee.

We grow and grow till our limb...

Front and center :naked and bold . Backstage : Afraid , hidden & old . Main : “I’m fearless and a reject . I don’t care

Behind : “ did they like me ? Was I okay ?”

I put on these masks , based on who I am around ? When will I ever stop acting ? When will I ever be me ? Who am I ? What am I ? A mere person of who everyone wants me to be, but me . ...

You hold your newborn baby in your arms. You cradle them in your arms wondering "how can they be this small". Then before you know it there growing and can soon rollover. After that comes sitting up and they no longer need you to hold them in your arms anymore. Then there crawling and you wonder where the time has gone. After crawling comes walking and they no longer want to be held as much. There...

I told myself I wouldn’t live past sixteen, I felt as if I was a puppet in this world without the strings.

I told myself “ no one will love you “ until I believed it when I was staring at my ceiling at two in the morning.

I told myself I’d never lead up to anything at all crying in my bathroom floor. Then I realized, this is the worlds stage, you have two choices. Be an actor who plays the pa...

From the time we are born The first breath and cry We are presented to this world In the arms of a nurse Asking for a bottle and pucking On the nurse. The first time we have To wear a diaper

As time goes on we’re now in school Making friends learning plays Upon the stage as we have learned And now we’re grown Uncle Sam is drafting everyone Fighting battles to save our people We fight fo...

Start small, like a corn seed planted deep in the rich soils of this world, labyrinth of happiness and curiosity

Grow a bit older, and you’re a carefree, smile-speckled ladybug, oblivious to all monstrosity

You stay that way for a little while, but then it all comes crashing like waves, you experience your first atrocity

The butterfly folds up its magnificent wings, seeing only ugliness and sor...