Writing Prompt

It was April 12, 2020 Easter Sunday. I was sitting outside taking to my mom about why we celebrated Easter. I could not remember. So we talk and I decided to also look it up on my phone. It said how Jesus was resurrected from the dead. I’ve had a hard life through the years blaming God; asking him if he was so mighty why would he put me through the pain I’ve gone through for so many years. I’ve just only became stable since 2019. In November of 2019 I guess it was time to let him in; I felt him fill my soul. (((So that night on April 12, 2020 Easter Sunday I prayed to God and I asked him to please bring me back from the dead. I needed him to cleanse my soul of evil so I can do what God has been teaching me through life to do. I’m ready.))) ///The Dream///

“I remember a mans voice coming from this bright and I mean bright light; I can feel his energy start to flow throughout my soul. Then this burning pain through my back starting to run up my torso now though my chest to my head—- all of a sudden I wake up violently coughing and start to throw up just a little. Also I notice when I’m awake my back is in so much pain. It almost felt like I was in heaven with God himself and he was resurrecting me from the dead, but in order to do that, God had to exercise all the evil out of me.”

All that day I was in very bad pain; I felt better though, almost like a new me. Today I have no pain; I feel even better today. I don’t know if what I dreamt was real or not; I don’t care if it was. I love God and he is the reason I’m alive today. I should have been dead twice now and he kept me alive!

what do you want me to say? that i was wrong or that you were right? you made me think that the worst was going to happen. you caused my eyes to explode with water, my legs to twitch with fear, and my hands to tremble with anxiety, with you coursing through me.

it wasn’t my fault that i let this continue, or was it my fault? if i understood what was happening, would i have swam up and out of the water to stop drowning? you filled my lungs with toxins and held my throat to choke me, you didn’t even let me get a single breeze of air fly down my throat. i wasn’t given the chance to let the air eliminate the toxins you imprinted inside me.

anxiety, why did you have to kill me from within? why did you have to put thoughts inside my head that weren’t true? why did you have to hold me under water until i drowned and gave into you? what did i ever do to you? tell me anxiety, what did i do?

(this was an interpretation about a dream i had. i was trapped under ice and was drowning. i started freaking out and anxiety made me think the worst but then i woke up.)

The old tabby jumps on the bed, and stumbles some. To be expected, she was down to three legs. She head-butts me awake, purring and kneading. I try to figure out if she wants food, or morning cuddles first.

Being too tired to move, (why does she have to wake me at 6am in my day off?) I decide it’s morning cuddles time. More purrs. I missed my tabby, thought I had lost her. But she is, like nothing at all have changed.

My alarm goes off. I groan, and hit the snooze button. I hear purrs, get a paw in the face. It’s Riley, and he is defiantly looking for food. I sigh, and give him some ear scratches. Morgan has been gone for a few months now, but she still visits me some in my dreams.

They prance along the cobbled street

Hardly there, unbelievably discreet

Bodies twisting, twirling through the air

Shadows deep and inky, quietest fare

Shrouded by darkness’ velvet cloak

Backdrop of seething, swirling smoke

Into puddles of dank yellow lamplight

Step the dancing cat procession of the night

Let me start off by saying that my dreams are weird. Sometimes they’re terrifying (I’ve had one about a school shooting even though I don’t live in the US), sometimes they’re pleasant (Robert Downey Jr visited my house, but I was in pyjamas).

I can remember the dream I had last night, but it was more on the bland and confusing side so I’ll tell you about a dream- no, a nightmare- that I had a few weeks ago that will give you proper insight into my subconscious. It was probably a stress dream. I’m used to them, even though I don’t enjoy them. I’m an anxious person.

Some details are hazy but I remember that I was travelling. Looking for my friend. He’d run off to be a correspondent in a war zone. I was determined to bring him home. It was a desert country, but green in areas. A patchwork of places I recognised. My school, a cafe, a park, and others. But then again, that’s what most of the locations in my dream are.

My family was on my tail- they wanted me to stop chasing and come home. I was at a road stop. It was a tourist destination as well as a gas station. There was a beautiful old church, and I went to hide out in it for refuge. Something told me that I would be safe there even though I’m not Christian.

I walked into the church (which seemed to shift and change before my eyes) and sat in the pews a few rows from the front. My friend was there! I cried when I saw him and told him how he’d scared me and I wanted him to come home. He hugged me and kissed me (definite hint at dreamland!)- then disappeared.

It seemed I’d travelled back in time, to before he got to this church. I walked to the front pews, and sat down. There was a nun at the front chanting and swinging a censor in front of a dark wooden statue. I couldn’t make out what the statue was. I had an ominous feeling. Suddenly my friend was beside me. I didn’t look at him. I don’t know why.

Even though I don’t speak Latin, I knew the nun was chanting in Latin. To impress my friend, and for some other reason beyond my control, I joined the chanting. I couldn’t understand what I was saying. I thought that would be the freakiest part. I was wrong.

As I chanted, heavy red curtains at the front of the church fell down: revealing women hanging from the ceiling. I started to tear up and felt panicky. Some of them weren’t even dead yet. It appeared as though I was the only one bothered by this. I knew it was connected to what the nun was doing, but not how.

The freakiest part? I touched my neck. There were bruises and a cut, as if I had been hung as well.

well. i don’t remember my dreams very well. but the last one that i fully remember was a while ago. i was a little older then i am now in the dream. and i was walking down the street, and this guy kidnapped me and took me to his “secret hideout”. it was a cave that had a cliff type thing and a lake at the bottom of the cliff. we walked over to the cliff and he was threatening to throw me off. but when i said no, he told me to jump off. i said i was only going to jump if he did with me, as we were going to jump off i let him jump and i stayed. thinking i had one i turned around and he was standing behind me... but i saw him jump so i was confused. then he shoved me off the cliff and i woke up. it wasn’t really a scary dream for me. jus one that i remember the most.

Acts of terrorism. They're burning A.M.E. churches and, obviously,they don't want for me to write these verses.
Because they cover riots but, they neglect the cause of the violence, though cause and effect is science. They're dropping the ball on purpose. To bomb poets; arms loaded. Y'all know it won't be nothing repeating 1963. Even though it's looking like it is to me; I'ma change history. I'ma bring companies to misery. I'ma bring lighters and tires and rain fire; lynching anybody for thinking they're pimping me. Gotta teach my kin to see the same vision 'cause/cous', they ain't listening when you preach. (I) gotta put it over beats just to put it in the streets. I'm getting digits because I'm litigious. Plus I'm a shooter with a new bag better than looting. It's still your right to hold your chrome then leave 'em all e and start your own then post a pic of that from off [of] your phone then. Grown men.

I’m sitting in my office, just another day at work. I’m speaking with a coworker who stands halfway under my door frame and halfway in the concrete hallway. A look of horror comes over her face after a loud noise echoes down the hall. I jump from my desk and attempt to look down the hallway but I am blinded by darkness. Suddenly I remember that there are six of us on duty including myself versus five hundred inmates. Inmates that have raped women, abused children and murdered. My heart comes to a stop as I hear a sound that is all too familiar...doors opening. It’s not just a few doors, it’s all of them! I shout at my team to begin shutting the doors. Don’t stop to talk to anyone secure the facility! I grab my flashlight but it doesn’t work. I knew I shouldnt have waited to change those batteries. I pull my taser and shine the light from it. I make my way to booking where I attempt to call the local police. My stomach tosses as I realize the phones are down. I radio for control to see if they are able to control doors, there is no answer. I call again and pray that my radio is just malfunctioning, but it isn’t. I then return to the back of the jail where I hope to find my coworkers securing the last of the doors but I don’t. Where have they gone? I see a shadow in the distance run under the flicker of an emergency light. I hear laughter sick, evil laughter. I call for my coworkers but no one answers me. I know they haven’t left, no one can leave including me. I am locked behind these concrete walls with hundreds of felons and no help in site. I decide to hide. I shut the light off of my taser and feel my way down the hall. I continue to grip my taser, my only protection, in the palm of my hand. If I see anyone I can at least turn on the taser and stun them. I keep inching down the hallway my fingertips guiding me against the concrete walls. I know every door frame, every cell. Everything is too quiet until I hear something behind me. It’s a voice I recognize to be one of the maximum security inmates. I turn to see his silhouette emerge under the emergency light. He is followed by what appears to be a small group of other inmates and a lifeless body he drags behind him. I immediately identify the body to be my coworkers, I cover my mouth the keep me from screaming. “Let’s find the boss pig” I hear him say. My body shakes as I realize that pig is me. My life flashes before my eyes. Is this how I will die? I think of my daughter and how devastated she will be if I don’t come home. I wake up.