Writing Prompt

I have yet to draw what I wanted to draw

I’ve yet to write what I wanted to write

I’ve had to do a bunch of things

But those ideas might not last the night

I’m stuck here

In this non-fiction world

Surrounded by fictional characters

I have yet to shift to bring me there

I have yet to clean my room

Because I can’t find the meaning to

I have yet to look up off my phone

Because it’s like my...

(Tw: self harm, not graphic, [im ok])

Not yet.

It’s funny that whenever something goes wrong

Whenever I feel the slightest bit shitty

My mind jumps to the pleasure

Of having a knife cut my flesh

I have a headache

I know how to get rid of it

Not yet.

Sometimes I don’t see the point

In not doing using it

It’s not like there’s anything better to do

In my trapped little life

What if psychologically...

Running

But I never know what will show

I hide behind a mask

For I never break

But yet I can’t seem to shake

That my luck is going to change...

I grabbed a bowl of cereal

Yet I do not want it

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Sorry loves! ♥️ free write busy,busy, day! I’m not sure if I’ll great to write tomorrow but I’ll try!

If you’re wondering the order I’m going to go in for my follower series here’s the list-

XOXO, ZAIN 🩵

my-inked-mind

TheOtherAuthor

Zuzia

Mel

Graham Spiegel

MJ

Ryon Locke

MuselfulHeart🫀

Carisabella

Rosaline

Sunny

Bianca Koz...

He was good.

The given call, what a grand gesture of love!

A marigold that danced with the beckoning of the winds.

Seemingly everywhere his image, I find by chance.

Yet still, a bend missed by fate.

My brother,

he sleeps well among the marigolds....

i dont have free write! So this is completely off topic from the Poem and follows an interesting structure..(school made me do it i swear)

romantic poetry!

Running through the trees

Doing as i please

Getting hot under the blazing summer breeze

Dusty daisies dancing around me

Feeling calm and free

Holly hocks being all that i can see

Sweet pink roses swirl

As i twirl and twirl

Whilst leaves curl...

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...

…

…

…

…

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...