Writing Prompt

The looping minimalist drones of life devour me.

Yet I cannot compose a new anthem.

I struggle to find the meaning in these simplistic rhythms and chords.

And yet the contrapuntal motion to which my life aspires fails to take root in this mundane cycle

What good is minimalism but to show us what life could be like

If we threw our intelligence into a river of grey matter

And sat in chairs staring a...

How tragic life is,

When life has died off,

And you can’t feel like shimmers…

How bleakness stirs,

The peevish stew of muck,

That you can’t see the bottom of…

How you’re thrown out,

Into the rain of your own brine,

With no shelter in sight…

How you don’t feel alive,

Like a zombie at midnight,

And you can’t find your rest…

How there’s no end in sight;

You’re just alive to fight,

They’re won’t...

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Words hold a special power

One in particular holds the key

A simple word so rarely used

Can save a life from the deep

Let me demonstrate how it’s used

I can’t do it, I’m not good enough

I can’t stop cutting, I’m not worth it

I have no purpose, I can’t succeed

There’s nothing for me in this life

But add this word and the meaning shifts

I can’t do it yet, I’m not good enough yet

I can’t ...

Yet here I am…wishing I could go back in time to tell you the truth. The things I was to shy to say. How much you meant to me and to Thank you.

You found out the truth from one of our friends from childhood, but I never told you myself. When we were a little older I did say and pretend that I didn’t like you but that wasn’t true.

It’s been over ten years since I’ll seen you. I don’t know if yo...

“Well it is like a car accident you know? Once I was walking to my friend’s house and I stepped between two parked cars. Suddenly this car raced up the street and clipped one of the parked car. Like a bat out of hell. The parked car lurched back. The bumper missed me by inches. Heart in my throat, I jumped back.

“Boom! The boom was so loud I felt it in my bones. White or silver, I couldn’t iden...

Yet

Such a small word

But it possesses so much meaning

It can change the entire perspective

Shift it from impossible

To something just within reach

By changing it

It gives this sense of motivation

A sense of resilience

I can’t do this

Yet

I’m not better

Yet

I can reach my goal

Not today

Not tomorrow

But with the power of yet

I know I can...

Pot holes

Speed Bumps

Broken Glass

Nails

Yet

I drive down this road...

To be seen strips you naked.

Stained by malice, the coating cracked from the inside.

The doll will not love you if you believe it cannot.

Visualization of the conscious mind—do not think of it as heavy.

In the hand of the gardener you have always been right.

And soon,

yet fragile flesh embraced.

The sun will know and blessed be the reunion....

We aren’t partners yet.

We haven’t kissed yet.

We haven’t had a second date yet.

But we do share the same feelings.

We do share the same intrests.

We communicate our relationship.

He told me my name in Portuguese and somehow it sounds better when he says it instead of my other Brazilian friend.

He’s going to try to do my make up and paint my nail.

And I get to put star clips in his hair.

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I wasn’t quite ready for this yet

To be ripped away from the set

Yet it happened so fast I had no time for breath

I still have not fully mourned your death

I wasn’t quite ready for this yet

To be forever in your debt

Yet here I stand lost in your memory

Where I hold my love for you as an accessory

I wasn’t quite ready for this yet

To lose the memory of when we first met

Yet here we are all ...