Writing Prompt

Am I a lonely planet?

The moon is my only friend.

The night is quiet

And my memories loud

My first shoelaces tied at the age of four

And my path unclear at twenty six

The present everchanging

The future an illusion

Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared.

Like a storm in Hawaii

People just passing me by.

Time is a concept and a bomb

The months roll by

And I’m still in the same bed

Just diffe...

_Dreaming._

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_It’s what I did best._

_I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me._

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_Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success._

_Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life._

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_And then I woke I woke up._

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_Was it always a nightmare?_

_Was it always this harsh?_

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_How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?_

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_When did the leaves start falling?_...

The subconscious manifests

A conscience consequence

Of the context in reflex

Reflections compacted

In fractions

The traction of which

Sits to soak

In the marbling of our being

A bengign but hard to find

Fine confined line

That exists in not what we do

But our why

You say there might be a distance

A stark dissonance

In what exists and

What we manifest

But the feelings in our dreams

Wh...

The day the stars died,

no warning came, no signs at all.

Everything else was the same—

whatever “same” means.

The world was still fighting itself,

and we were still out of time,

as if we ever had any.

I was there when they died,

and there after it happened.

It wasn’t rain but yellow drops,

more like blood than water.

They were killed,

so they bled—

like us.

Nothing felt safe.

But for a mom...

I hug you

You hug me back

But I hang on a tad longer because I know it won’t last forever

I know you’ll be gone soon

But then suddenly I wake up

I come to the sad realization that it was a dream

Forever a fairytale that won’t ever come true

I hold myself hoping

Hoping I can feel your burning touch still on my skin

Hoping I can imagine what it feels like to be hugged by you once again

Bu...

Summer fun all day

Kids laugh and play in sunshine

The chains of school break

At least, that’s what books tell me.

But…

The hot sun brings frost

Upon the heart, upon mind

Burning vessels lost

I’ve always preferred winter anyways....

Hope,

Tints your vision

Scope,

And changes your season.

Weight,

On your heart.

Sight,

Altered your chart.

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Hope,

Tinted your vision.

Rope,

Held up as reason.

Weight,

On your present.

Flight,

Escape from this descent.

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Oh,

To be present.

So,

This fantasy does not resent.

One,

Rational mind,

Two steps,

Off a railway bridge.

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The consequences of one’s actions, regardless of our hope and t...

The pillow soft,

Its scent filling my senses.

Asleep in a alpine loft,

Perfection in these lenses.

You laying by my side,

Bosom rising and falling.

On my face a smile did reside,

This rest was my calling.

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The sheets rough against my skin,

Tears dry around my eyes.

Was this the punishment for my sin,

Or just the harshess of my cries?

The bed empty and cold,

Your absence a weight.

What price ...

Dream within a dream

Heart within a heart

All we cannot see

Are things we cannot part with

Cover me in sand

Lift me into sleep

Once I find the lost hand

I might finally keep it

Storm, small storm

Under my skin

Pulling me in

Warm, here it’s warm

As it never fully is

Without you

Should my shelter

Ever come to harm

Would I

Close my eyes

Would I

Now unsee

What I’ve always needed

What I’ve always wa...

Sleep

Is not just for rest

It is an escape

From my reality

From the pain I’ve suppressed

And the tears held within me

Living

Can be hard

Life is a bastard

And love is almost as bastardly

When you think they’re going well

They drop you into a living hell

Dreams

Can feel like floating on clouds

Or running through chaos

Or laughing out loud

It all depends on how your brain feels

And how the nigh...