Writing Prompt

The monsters were never under my bed

Because the monsters were in my head.

I fear no monsters,

For no monsters I see.

Because all this time the monsters has been me....

_God, Mrs. Marie so pretty…_

She’s like a rose in a garden,

That I wanna pick from a bush,

And admire in my dorm room..

_Oh, I’d be so happy with her…_

I wanna know everything about her;

Her favorite dish or time of day,

Things that bring her to grins or tears…

_I would love to make her feel wonderful…_

I love how she does certain things,

How she writes with grace, how she smiles,

How she pre...

okay,

but in my defense...

he was hot.

still,

I have no excuse...

other than my lack of mental stability.

but,

it's not like it's that bad...

he's only a couple years older.

well,

it's not like people don't have celebrity crushes three times their age...

I feel like hayden christensen is just a little hotter than him.

however,

dAMN LOOK AT THOSE ABS--

[This journal was confiscated by the ...

My heart may as well have stopped,

For I have seen what I thought was a dream

A dream that walked with echoes of black heels clicking on the grey marble floor,

Her voice soothing like the whispers of a familiar rain after the calm of a stormy night.

Red waves of perfectly styled locks falls just below her shoulders, A small pearl necklace paired with a white blouse, straightened black blazer and...

as his hand motions at the board

as his hair is swept back because of the vent

as i stare

/mrs dean/

i think dreamily

hearts pepper the corners of my pages

words scrawled on the side

i love you, mr dean

i giggle silently when he smiles

he locks eyes with me and i pretend to take notes

when really,

i’m doodling his face

cursive swirling

mr dean’s name is everywhere on everything

i can’t turn it ...

The warmness spreads across my forehead

And down my cheeks

I feel it and I feel everything

I can’t speak

Wash over me again just like before

Let it come and let it go

You push, I pull

In my head I see it

Talking doesn’t matter so much

I know that we’re aligned as such

Your lips they move in ways

Ways that make me tremble

Listening isn’t important

Feelings so intense, I boil

Bubbling on and up...

My blood runs cold,

It must be spilled,

I shiver at the thought

But the shock wears off a bit and I feel my brain go hot.

I know this is a slippery path,

I know that it is dirty.

The white flakes start to stick,

As they wait to turn to water.

Each flake is just so unique,

But equally essential.

If I can get another look as dawn breaks through,

And feel the fresh winter air,

If would fuel my empty ...

Grey

His favorite polo

His intellect

My life before him

Yellow

His aura

His hair

My smile

Pink

His lips

His spirituality

My confession

Blue

His sigh

His apology

My heart

Red

His scowl

His words

My eyes

Black

His firing

His stare

My world after him...

Sitting in class, heart fluttering at the sight of my charming professor

My notebooks full of doodles of us, But he has no way of knowing

His words like sweet symphonies, My eyes so fixed on him

My pulse quickens, gazing on, As he paces around the room

Soft lines, his face so full of life, I quickly scribble it all down

The curves of his lips as he smiles, I cannot help but swoon

A poem scribbled...

What am I thinking of tonight?

A flash of recognition in his eyes

The way they brightened as they met mine

I felt so light

And I draw lots of hearts

As mine flutters in my chest

He’ll be none the wiser

When he comes over and checks

He’s only a few years older than me

He must notice how everyone’s noticing

And I’m not the best or brightest of the group

He knows that too

Yet I can’t help but wond...