Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Create a story or poem using the quote 'Wherever there is the light, the flowers will find it'.
Writings
Highway yellow lines
Dappled with light
Green tufts rise through the
Cracked and faded pavement
Tempests of air thrash the tender sprouts,
Quivering roots,
The rumble of tires.
Still, the strict yellow lines will be complemented,
By the wild tangle of dandelions.
Gold like the sun
Shaken, tested and undoubted
It will stretch to the speckled warmth
Forgiving or not,
Where there is light
T...
Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.
Wherever there is love, the flowers will bind it.
Wherever there is life, the flowers will mind it.
Wherever there’s memory, the flowers will remind of it.
If the petals and the stems were to decay,
If the water inside them went away,
if the remnants of their raiments were to stay,
this would reflect my life as gray.
To embrace flowers li...
Where there is light, the flowers will find it,
Threading their roots through dark, hidden ways,
Reaching and stretching with gentle insistence,
Toward the dawn of sun's warm embrace.
In shadowed corners and cold, lonely places,
They cling to hope with each tender leaf,
Unfurling petals in quiet defiance,
Blooming despite the shadows beneath.
For even in darkness, they know with ...
i used to find no light, nor flowers. i used to not understand what it felt to posses one. i used to find myself alone and safe. but not protected safe, i felt protecting myself from trying to escape from this safe. i thought safety was to hide from finding the light and the flowers.
the thing is.. i want to try and see the light in life when i have once so pure, peaceful and beautiful it was so ...
(Not really sure what this is)
“Wherever there is light. . .” He whispers, his covered by dark sunglasses. I want to see his eyes. He’s never taken those sunglasses off. “The flowers will find it.”
I swallow as I keep my gaze on Lincoln’s, my eyes still wet with tears as we sit in the grass, in the shade of the single tree above us.
I’m not really sure why Lincoln’s here. He’s cool, he’s pro...
Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.
Growing in multitudes to make a tight fit.
Wherever there is light, there will be a breeze.
You can tell by the dance of the trees.
Wherever there is light, the life is plenty.
Giving vision not to all but to many.
Where there is light, there will be no darkness.
Only filling is peace and chaos will part us....
He is like the light.
Shining.
Without it life would not exist.
Without light everything would go dark.
Like my world without him.
I will always be drawn to him.
Somehow always find him in daily life.
A poem reminding me that he exists.
A bouquet of flowers reminding me of the ones I wish he gave me.
I am like a flower.
He is like the light.
Where there is light,
the flowers will find it....
I hear truth. I see beauty. I feel peace. I am loved.
Everything around me radiates warm and quiet light. My soul blossoms to greet the sun. My heart is overwhelmed.
Even after the storm, a rainbow shows its colorful smile. I know that wherever there is a light, the flowers will find it just as my soul does....
Not the prompt
Why do they ask “how are you?”
A patronising sentence they constantly say.
They ask to be polite, they were raised to ask this question but never raised to care.
“How are you?”
You don’t care about the shit (things) in my head.
You don’t even care why my eyes are always red.
It’s an instinct to ask,
“How are you?”
But not a care in the world about the tears that I shed.
“H...
if time were an animal, it’d be a slug.
it’s weird to have a thought like that, but it’s something that’s come to my mind before.
it’s especially bad when nothing big happens, or when there’s no big end goal.
often i’ll find myself rotting away, wasting my day, until it’s already six pm.
what a waste.
wherever there is light, though, flowers will find it.
what i mean can be...