Writing Prompt

this little necklace

a pink and blue star dangling on a chain

symbolizing those 2 kids back then

who were children of the sun

the sun from which i came from aswell

oh, how those stars made me happy

but when that sun exploded

so did they

this little necklace

at a time showed me joy

now shows me sorrow

-our solar system was once together

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idk i was feeling broken family vibes 🤷...

Love is love.

Peace.

Manners, please and thank you.

Elbows, elbows.

Be imperfectly you.

Please don’t chew like a cow, no one needs to hear that.

No more war, no pain.

Happiness.

Care free. Bah bah black sheep, do you have any wool?

Maybe, just maybe they were on to something.

Or were they?

They call it boom, because that’s when the boom 🤯 started. The war, the war.

Every odd numb...

This little sharp thing was once a knife

That traded more hands than some would admit

For it was not a gift, but an obligation

For those deemed fit.

The first was plucked like any living thing is

Before their time, and delivered to the mud

For those who only saw the bottom line,

Like gods with their great floods.

The blade sank into the bitter earth

Where it dulled and diminished

Waiting for an...

Peace,

Handing down.

Rage,

Held on to.

Serenity,

Handed down.

Anger,

In my chest.

Silence,

Sent to our children.

Light,

Held in our hearts.

…

🖤...

I hate the hands that hold me.

They have no regard for what I am. In their hands, I am not the symbol I used to be.

Nobility handled me once. They treasured me. Between their hands, I brought comfort. Behind the polished glass, I shone with warm pride. The pride of the palace. A beacon of safety. I symbolised a brutal battle won. And the re-crowning of a man we loved and respected.

Sometimes, t...

Mom’s tiara

Made of diamonds

Safely kept

Never to try on

Passed to daughters

Worn at weddings

Worn by no others

Proper headings

Beautiful heirloom

Covered and sought

Brides to her groom

Legacy fraught...

**The Heirloom Brooch**

In a dusty, wooden jewelry box,

Amidst the scent of age and loss,

Lies a brooch, with silver gleam,

A whisper of an ancient dream.

With a sapphire set in ornate gold,

It tells a tale that's often told

By grandmothers with softened eyes

Of love, of life, of long goodbyes.

It first adorned a maiden fair

In a village lost in time's long stare,

A wedding ...

Flaming hair

Pounding hooves

Legs flayed

Eyes white rolling

Always winning

The main event.

The starred stallion.

Ridden, cheered and triumphant

as gleeful children holler.

All smiles.

…

Falling mane

Chipped nails

A knocked knee

Flaky cornea

Always dusty

The biggest problem.

That bloody horse.

Hidden, derided and side-eyed

as adults wonder when

It’s time....

My grandfather ate in the eve.

A timepiece rest above his sleeve.

Worked many a day for it paid.

Measuring time, where the sun laid.

Great craftsmanship, he’d invested.

Tardiness, he truly bested.

Upon his death, father cried.

From his wrist, forever had lied.

My dad sat and watched the TV.

The timepiece hit 8, he could see.

Sent to bed, I yearned to stay up.

Denied, something strong in his cup.

...

Nothing betrays the deep sadness I try to mask more than my affiliation to sad songs

As if listening to other people’s heartaches and mistakes would help right my wrongs.

Not even the sound of silence can compensate

for the fact that everybody hurts

Every one in my family that is, for generations we’ve carried this heirloom thats cursed

Nothing compares to you when the drugs don’t work, a...