The wind has roared for days, The rain has endlessly fallen, The night sky coated with ash, As the stars have been in hiding, But tonight the wind has stopped, And the sky has cleared for the stars, For the tenth year since you left, They smile upon me. You alone, are the only thing…
WRITING PROMPT:Describe the days of the week as if they were people Monday has good intent, but zero motivation, Tuesday is always anxious with disappointment and frustration, Wednesday "the hump day", just isn't as fun as it sounds, Thursday is just waiting for Friday to come around, Friday comes and brings the beers, it's going…
WRITING PROMPT:Do your best to forget me because I won't hesitate to forget you. You were the first thing on my mind every day. You were the centre of my world. Every one of my actions revolved around you. Every one of my thoughts was interrupted by you. I thought I had learned the true…
I went to the valley where the sky is darkest, Briefly escaping the manmade miracle and the burdens it carries in its hands, To lie in the grass surrounded by black, To stare into the unknown and wait for natures fireworks to begin, To feel a purpose with every flash of light that shoots across…
This writing prompt "triggered" me slightly. By the way, I love the fact that we live in a time where people are referred to as being "triggered" when something bothers them and even more so that there are Youtube compilations of this. Anyway, I was triggered. The first thing I thought about was how I…
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For this challenge, I went on my favourite songs of all time playlist and put it on shuffle, the first song to come up was "Calling All Skeletons" by Alkaline Trio - an absolute tune. As soon as I heard the first line, I knew what I had to write about. I have previously attempted…
Conflicted thoughts with tension burning like a furnace, Growing up slowly but ageing quickly on the surface. Nobody can teach me, which path I'm supposed to take, But I thought I would have learned by now, mistake after mistake. I'm weak but I'm strong, I'm right but I'm wrong, I've been a sensitive psychopath all…
I found this hard today. Staring at a screen isn't fun with a headache and this turned out to be one of those things where you get an idea in your head, but you just can't get it out. I guess this has ended up being a poem. It is about what some girls go…
I loved him. I loved him in the way that teenage girls think they love teenage boys. But as time moves on and his existence slips farther away, I can't help but wonder... "What if?"
