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 ju...

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 th...

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, lik...

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 fe...

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 ...

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’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 f...