Writing Prompt

You left me.

It might not be what was meant,

But you left a huge dent.

You entered my abode,

With your cruel, reckless abandon,

Took love til there was none.

You drove me mad,

Breaking things I couldn’t mend,

Yet another wound to tend.

But like a lone drum major, leading a band,

Watch me create something neat.

Watch as I find my own beat.

Watch as I carry on....

This is the first time I have ever written a gram of &S, or even heard of one for that matter. Lol. I have to admit, it was extremely fun to write! 🖤😁

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A lonely soul for whom, love lies not in the cards,

For whom passion turns to ash,

And living is much too hard.

A melody of broken cords,

Much too imperfect for the radio.

Bound by pain, and metal chains,

With broken wings not meant to ...

She’s a girl and she is my friend,

I don’t know what to do with these feelings as they linger,

I’ve searched and her type are impossible to find,

I dream of the day where she becomes my life,

But the longer I hold on for hope the greater the grief,

And I know the man that I am I’ll be there in the end,

Because she’s a girl and she is my friend....

It’s you, I bet.

Your kindness lifts me up when I feel blue.

Your smile gets me through every rut.

Fate has played a part in this, it’s true.

The past is what I want to bury.

The future is a blur.

I’m grateful that in a time of such transformation, you make me feel like I could fly....

Who is the Psycho?

The Infamous Synthesis,

That is the thesis...

What is it I ponder

What is it I do

What do you render

What is your rouse

Let’s go to the fishing pond

But outside there’s a downpour

Let’s ride the merry go round

Once the storms past yours

Let’s get out and sunder

Amongst the great and dour

Walk with me down under

The drinks are cool and sour

Tessa💜...

it is the performance you gave,

that always begins a tale.

a storm behind a battered gate,

whipping open with a gale.

wind funneled into lungs for an alto,

screams of anguish in legato.

glorious lights flash through their pain,

the clouds sound drums to gloat.

but the pain is voltage,

electricity hurdling through an cloudy vale.

the smell sweet as gelato,

the rain settling against me like a...

Friends are supposed to last until the end

But when the day is done you could go home without that very friend

Buddies should be joint at the hip

But when there is a problem they may be the first to leave you at the ship

Pals usually write and send

But sometimes they’ll leave you hanging with your pen

A word of advice don’t attach your joy to one person because in the end they may be the ...

the golden thread unwinds from the spool,

and the old, shaking hands gently take up the string and thread it through tiny, silver loops.

knitting, sewing, and threading; a single day’s work from the ladies could fill several pools.

beautifully crafted and ready to wear, there are heaps and piles of carefully folded polos....

It took a day to ignite,

Now I can’t handle my nights,

Where are you now?

I can’t help but chase,

Without you I ache,

You’re letting me down.

Euphoria hits deep,

You do before you think,

You’re a nine in the clouds.

You just need a taste,

It always leaves a trace,

You’ll let yourself drown.

One more time and it’s over,

I’m just looking for closure,

To get rid of the doubt.

Is this just a cha...