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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem based on the theme of "Lost"
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Run.
Just run.
And don’t look back.
Please just keep your head forward Jonah.
For demons and monsters are chasing you.
It’s better to be lost than to be found by the devil.
Isn’t it?
Ugh, doesn’t matter.
Just focus on whats ahead.
Focus on your feet hitting the ground.
And your heart beating.
And your breath.
And running away.
For being lost isn’t what I wanted.
No one wants to be lost though...
I am a blind bird
Soaring through the sky
Unaware of where I go
Unaware of all your lies.
I am a blind bird
I depend on your direction’s
You can lead me to my nest
You can lead me to my death bed.
I am a blind bird
Because your covering my eyes
You say your protecting me from the world
You say everyone’s a predator in disguise.
I am a blind bird
With chains wrapped around my feather stripped ...
In search of something
That I never misplaced
A thought
A memory
An answer
Acrid in my throat
And peppery on my tongue
For a minute it’s there
And my vocal chords reach for the words
But I push them to the roof of my mouth
Swallowing them back to my soles
My opportunity is lost
As hands fall down
My words fall from another mouth
Speaking the answers I wanted to say
Yet again
I wonder
If t...
Sometimes it's easy to lose things.
I lose things every day.
I lose my favourite teddy bear in many different ways!
Sometimes I misplace him
Out in the garden grass.
But always I will find him wherever I left him last.
He hides in all the cupboards
And hides in all the rooms.
My teddy has adventures but he always turns up soon.
Sometimes when I lose things,
They can’t be found again.
It make...
As a child it felt like getting lost was the end of the world. If you didn’t know where you where going, or even where you were, then surely you had failed. I think back to those few times that I would get lost in Walmart. I would look around frantically for the sight of anyone familiar. Most of the times, my mother would be only a isle or two away, but it felt like miles. My heart would race as I...
I’m lost right now
I dont really know how
I know where i am
It’s my mind that’s in a jam
It’s my brain right now that’s lost
It’s covered in frost
It’s breaking apart at the seams
It’s like I’m stuck in my dreams
I dont know how to get out
All i want to do is scream and shout
I dont know where my brains at
I’m thinking that it might be flat
But i dont know
Where else to go
So I’m here
Living wit...
The dead sector.
A large quadrant of city scape wearing that name as literally as it was tragically. Thousands of miles of buildings and sky scrapers frozen in time, lifeless, crumbling.
The road beneath my feet was hardly even recognizable from the dense grass and foliage enveloping it. It was like burial ground of architecture, signs of an age long fading away. The earth was taking back what ha...