Writing Prompt
VISUAL PROMPT
©2019 Gavenia, inspired by Nirav Patel
Write a story or poem using the image above as inspiration.
Writings
Lying In Repose
She was no saint
More of a sinner
But now she is no more
All of what she was remains within her
In life she was conflicted
Born into privilege her life was determined for her
She felt as if a bird in a cage with her beautiful wings clipped
She had a glimpse of the tawdry side of life and a longing began to stir
There must be more fun than polo ponies and the dandy’s who compete
Always posing fo...
Being Tired
Sometimes being tired
is less about no sleep
and more about the fact
that your soul feels no peace.
Sometimes being tired
is being sick of the chase
exhausted from always running
but never winning the race.
Sometimes being tired
is having a hard time hanging on
when everyone around you
expects you to be strong.
Sometimes being tired
is giving up what you should get
to just fade into the backgro...
After, Part Two: Running On Empty
It was a beautiful night, the music and watching the sunrise come over the mountains as the small hours gave way to early morning.
That walk home, and then making love while the sea air blew through the open courtyard into our room. It was all so wonderful.
And now everything is awful and empty. The day after ecstasy, all I can do is wait for my neurochemicals to top themselves back up, because ...
Wondering
Everything around me seems to crumple like a snow storm. All the colors that surround everyday life swarm around me reminding me of what I don’t have. The energy I once possessed as a young child is replaced by a deep longing to rest and shut out the world. A deep longing for an escape that will never come. ...
Mama says
We can hear the soldiers outside.
Mama says if we are quiet then we will be safe and we can see Uncle Henry in England. The soldiers outside are very noisy. They are stamping and shouting. Nobody else is making noise.
Mama says that the house we are staying in is not ours and so we must be careful not to mess anything up. I do not understand why we had to leave our proper house.
Mama says we m...
Dreaming of You
All my dreams come true.
In the night, when I lie on my bed and fall into a deep slumber, my mind weaves a collection of dreams. Dreams built on my desires, my fears, my hopes and despairs.
And when I wake up, whatever I dreamt of will become a reality. The only catch is that I cannot control what I dream of. Every night, every dream, is a roll of the dice.
I've had this ability for as long as ...
What is the meaning
What is the meaning?
What is my purpose?
What is this feeling?
Is there any way this can get worse?
I’m in despair,no feeling has ever compared
21 and i still feel link a child
In terms of maturity I feel like I’m wild
Some things I’m desensitised to
Thinking I’m used to this, it’s what I always do
But I’ve never considered the possibility
That this mentality is just a part of me
The mentalit...