Writing Prompt
VISUAL PROMPT
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Write a story or poem inspired by these images based around Growing Up
Writings
The Older We Grow
When time flys,
It soars,
Taking to the air like greedy birds of prey.
Gone are childhood playthings,
Plastic relics of imagination and glee,
Long grown cold from disuse.
Dreams and aspirations are too left behind,
Crammed into metal cabinets,
And slipped into borrowed books.
How tolerable would time be,
If growing old didn’t mean losing the very things,
That made us feel alive....
Mama
As the teacher continued with the lesson, I am left behind in my memories. When such an important person disappears from your life, this feeling of being stuck in memories permeates through everything you do. Mama died a week ago, and since then I have found myself thinking of little else but her. As the world moves around me, my mind wanders and conversations become a dull drone in the background...
Brave the fall
Mind broken against the wall
Only the brave will face the fall
Sad faces wander past
Ones hoping it will be her last
Schools over soon
Her headphones blasting out a tune
Lockers swinging everywhere
Teachers pretending that they care
She finally gets home
Where she’s even more alone
A week later she took her life
Gave in to all her strife
The coffin looks so small
Only the brave survive the fal...
A broken passion
I don’t understand people. They always strive to discover what is different, yet when they find something new they are always afraid of it.
I’ve tried making friends but it’s proven to be very difficult lately, mostly due to my “habits” that I sometimes express at the wrong times but I assure you I don’t do them on purpose, I promise. You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this, well her...