No we can’t fly;

We can’t slay a great beast,

But maybe you should give reality a try

It is worth that much at least.

Breaking a leg to a soccer game

Is a little less satisfying than to a dark lord.

Let’s face it; compared to fantasy, life is lame.

In-laws are the only time we face a evil horde.

But I would still rather live in reality.

Not all of life can be a rhythmic epic,

But I prefer the em...

Birds of a feather

Cannot fly when tied to a tether.

But as the Cat scratches at the cage

The bird rejoiced to avoid the beast’s rage.

Sing, you lucky bird!

Let the world know how free you truly are.

Why is it that sometimes the bird

Who hasn’t heard

The worlds news

Always escapes the worlds blues.

Oh well. What can I say.

While you free birds play,

Us in the cage will watch and weep

As the bea...

Before you read: This is a scene I have kinda had planned for my future book but I am fitting it to the prompt as well. Enjoy!

“Welcome child.”

Nicolai found himself staring into the white maze that was the silky exterior of a giant cocoon. The boy could not seem to find the man who he heard speak. He almost could have sworn it was his father, but mother had pounded the fact that dead men tell...

Hey, Lucian Tolopheme here! Just wanting to say what’s up my family! I haven’t written something in a long while so I am going to break my habit. I just wanted to write this before I started writing today’s prompt. Love you guys and I hope I will actually follow through with writing more often. I have had a lot of amazing ideas for writing recently so just pray for me that I am able to find the ri...

Disclaimer: This poem doesn’t have anything to do with the picture. So take a deep breath and forget the picture exists. Thank you and I love you all.

In a world of materialism and hoarding,

Fools can live their entire lives without

Fully appreciating the treasure of nature’s beauty.

A old man was lying on damp grass

Starring into the dark of night.

He noticed how the star-filled midnight ...

When my future wife (Claire Rose was her name at the time) was 12 years old, her father carved for her one of the nicest hairbrushes I have ever laid eyes on for his daughter’s birthday. After her father had died of cancer months later, she held on to the wooden hairbrush as one of her last memories of her father.

Many years passed, me and Claire got married, and we gave birth to our beautiful b...

What is my worst trait?

Here is a short answer:

Sometimes I wonder why God would create

Such a wretched beast like me.

I fear that I was created to be useless.

I hope my fears are wrong,

Because all I want to do

Is give people entertainment.

How can I entertain people

If I sometimes even depress myself.

I know I am not completely useless,

But sometimes I just wonder.

You know?...

I have opened the door to Anxiety

My one true foe

It claws and it scratches

My one true woe

I could be social

I could have had friends

But Anxiety is my roommate

And hath not paid rent.

I would like to kick out my old friend

But as the wise say

What is familiar to you is

What you will side with till the very end...

Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd.

The birds perched; watching from a cloud.

Looking for the people who really stood out

Crows found a woman who was unique,

And flew upon her before she could speak

Ripping her skin up with their beak.

Because the birds hunt like so

There will never be a person that will say “no”

If you can control the members of the crowd

Then you will control the answe...

A woman in her mid thirties stepped slowly down the cellar steps. “Cindy! Cindy, are you down here again!?” The cellar would have been empty if it wasn’t for the a young girl who huddled near a small tv that she had put in front of her mattress and blankets. “Listen Cindy, we need to have a talk.” Cindy didn’t move a single blond hair on her head, instead she made a small groan to indicate that sh...