Writing Prompt

Heavy rain,

Cracked windows,

And a forgotten song,

She can’t remember a thing,

Nothing shoots back,

Checked dates,

And planned events,

She shows up for none,

Acts like a ghost,

No one talks to her anymore,

But she acts as there not there,

So say your goodbyes,

And pack your bags,

Because she’s not invisible,

She’s just dead....

_I watched seemlessly until someone noticed me._

_I sat patiently till someone asked me_

_I waited till nobody came back to me._

_I opened the window open some more._

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_The thunder crackled through the house._

_Someone walked through the door._

_The wind chimes blew._

_And the sad song of you._

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_I opened the window even more._

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_The wind began to howl._

_The chimes fell to the ground._

_And...

Insomnia keeps me up at night, my brain stuck on drivel twenty-four seven.

Every blink taken is like a crack in the window that is my mind.

Letting in the cool breeze of sleep,

Right before it’s disrupted by the heavy rain.

It downpours on me all at once

There’s no breaks, no stops, no nothings in between.

But insomnia my friend, you aren’t always bad.

You keep away the night terrors and the ...

‘wherever the wind may go…

the wind will take you back home…

whoever you may go to,

make sure you don’t lose your mind…’

she strokes my hair as the rain pours down on the windows.

the cracked windows.

and now she’s gone and i am alone, crying, with my younger sisters.

she took care of us, and now i am burdened with her responsibility.

why did she lose her mind?...

Downpour,

Heavy rain mixed with salt that comes history.

A blanket of desperate, finifugal fight

Draped over my head.

A graduation veil.

Cracked windows in a glass house.

They thought it was a stone,

broken screams of shattered people.

A mirror that’s see through.

I can’t quite be complacent with what I see.

A forgotten song

Gently shredding bands of restraint.

Melodies jumble and mix wit...

Heavy rain drums against cracked windows tonight,

While memories surface from depths unknown.

In darkness, I search for a forgotten song’s light.

Storm clouds gather, stealing away the sight

Of stars that once upon our faces shone.

Heavy rain drums against cracked windows tonight.

The melody escapes—try as I might,

Its phantom notes scatter like seeds half-sown.

In darkness, I search for a forgott...

Your angry story crashes with bolts of light

Every word being heard

Sharp blades from a cracked window dashes

Racing for skin to purge

A soft melody is long forgotten

The one I’ve taught the birds to sing

Your thunder overwhelms my story

Erases all red and pink

A lost melody sitting behind the rage

Waiting for it’s turn on the next page

When the rain comes out and ground is dry

It will tell its ...

A storm was brewing like none from before

A metaphor to me from the rain

Heavy it falls, through the concrete and walls

What was seen and recalled not the same

Neglected in time when and why and what for, the mystery of the man with no name

The endurance of hate, the looks that would cut, the one we called lord of the lane

Has there been enough time, enough seasons and years

Was the distance to ...

The camera clicks

an echo is herd

The sun only just set

only a crow chose to remain

Rain beats against the corroding stone

relentless it roars outside

Floors littered with stained glass

faces missing from the windows

Bells chime at the winds song

The organ hums low

due to falling stone

Seats are empty

and likely rotting

The camera shutters

when facing the pews

It gone now

the same w...

My heart sings with gladness every time it pours.

There’s something about it, the rain, that brings me joy.

I love to hear the mighty roar of thunder, mingled with the whispers of the wind…

The rhythm cannot be forgotten, my best friend too.

Shola.

Unlike me, she hated when it poured.

There was something about it that got her down on all fours.

She hated the rhythm I was in love with.

It remind...