Writing Prompt

I had the potential to be great

But I made the mistake

Of being myself

Of trying to be free

And that set me back

Because how can I be great

If I can’t convince people to believe

I had the potential to move mountains

Until My body crumbled

My limbs caved from the pressure

Of existing in a world beyond proper standards

How can I move mountains

When I can’t even move myself

I had the potentia...

Tainted lips and awry hearts,

Shunned, told they have fell apart,

Tried to change them from the start,

To regain their potential.

Stern teachings and blasphemy,

Trying to set their souls free,

Blind that they are unhappy—

At least they’ll turn somewhat pure.

Unjust shame and briny tears,

Forced into it all in fear,

Wish for their selves to appear,

A window, not a mirror.

Tainted lips and awry h...

I had so much potential

As a young poet

Every word essential

To me and so what?

One day later

I will be one year older

I need to be greater

I keep growing colder

Just a number

I suppose

My heart contains umber

My blood smells of rose

Not much to show

For 3 years of pain

Theres not much I know

Even less I’ve gained

Why’s it so hard

To be good for your age

Time caught me off guard

Not tired en...

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Wasted potential

Is all I’ve ever

Had.

No studying,

No shown struggle,

No asking for help.

If we’re to study

I would probably

Get an 100,

But I only put in

The effort for

A 98.

Only an A.

I will always

Be the kid who

Could be perfect.

How did I not

Realize,

“Gifted”

Isn’t a compliment.

It just told me

I didn’t know to study

Because I should know

The material wit...

Potential is such a funny thing.

We all have it,

We all have the same amount,

But will we become a home run, or just another hit.

I have so much potential,

That, I know,

But will I use it?

Will I grow?

Writing is my passion,

I love it very dearly,

But will it go up from here?

Or will I miss it, just nearly?

I know I can make it,

I know I will thrive,

But is there a chance that I don’t,

And I ju...

We came from Nothing, oh bother.

Empty grew bored and stirred.

Something was nothing,

seething and pissed,

potentially impossible,

less than the void grew and blew

order from chaos,

and here we are,

dying and trying to live,

bowed down to truths we’ve yet to find,

seething and pissed,

potentially impossible...

Weight presses down

on my soul

and my bone

I walk alone

potential hurting me

with what could be

they all look to me

i’m shackled

potential just cackles

it’s chained me down

i’m trapped

and they clap

success after success

it just feeds this beast

and they let it feast

now i’m hollow

just soul and bone

as i sit all alone...

oh won’t you compress me

tighten my limbs till they’re on the verge of breaking

while I try not to try not to try

presently absent or absently present

this slippery potential

bottle it up and drink it for dinner

and somebody pour the wine

while his passages — impossibly tender — slip their way past my devices

and caress my core

oh, loosen my world

syllables and suitors...

For the longest time I didn’t know what depression felt like

I mean I’d had my fair share of sad and anxious

But today I just sat there,

Staring into space,

Not thinking,

Not feeling,

Not existing,

Yet the emptiness was infinite

And I didn’t feel sad or hopeless or terrified

But I think the right word is hollow

And I didn’t know what to do with myself

I was scarcely there

I didn’t move, I didn’t...

words

bubble up

like

soda pop...