Writing Prompt

I know I may love you to hard, but I cannot fathom a world where you arnt my art.

You words paint perfect vivid pictures dancing in my mind.

Pictures of the meadow at sunset, and laying in the field of flowers. Laughing and loving.

The purest form of love only found in museums, painted by the most skilled artists.

Yet their art does not compare to love that we share....

An unstructured clump made its way through tree bushes and wild oak. The city whined and shrieked with every honk and every chat among the folk.

The delicate clump raced from sidewalk to sidewalk, being ignored by the majority of the people who passed by…except for one. Katie Luanne noticed the ball on the ground and picked it up. She opened it and read it. Her mouth hung open. The writing was re...

Ice cream

We once took turns scooping the rock hard sweetness

Every night fighting over who would get the honors

Ice cream

What once tasted like

Comfort

Happiness

Home

Ice cream

What now tastes like

Bitterness

Numbness

Suffocation

Ice cream

What brought us together

Now only makes me fall apart...

Like a sweater you are comfortable

You have your own personalized knit

Beautiful patterns compliment my fit

Like a sweater you are well-made

Materials crafted so vibrant and colorful

Lost in a sea of cashmere, cotton, and wool

Like a sweater there are many options

You’re far superior to others I’ve tried on

You fit me perfectly, the others are wrong

Like a sweater you keep me warm

You wrap me ...

Two hearts beating, twisting,

Cautiously spiraling from,

Within one center, giving,

Life to the other, pulsing,

As one.

Love, Passion seeping,

Beneath the skin and into,

Open wounds, Becoming,

Part of the being,

A welcomed parasite.

Throbbing, coursing delicately,

Through scar tissue, and veins,

Buried and devouring,

Red and tender flesh, settling into,

A new home....

Most people in their line of work have a statement piece— something uniquely them about their masks.

Dazai has his bandages, mapping across his arms, neck and face. Kouyou has her traditional Japanese kimonos and her flashy lipstick, wrapped beautifully. Mori has that red scarf, passed down through generations of bosses. Hell, even Tachihara has a plaster on his face.

Chuuya has his choker.

It'...

You scored our initials in your sourdough

It was sweet watching them crisp as they baked

The edges going golden in the heat

As the fragrance of romance and bread filled the house

My mouth watered as you opened the oven

The loaf pressed into a heart-shaped mass

Warm butter and jam on a baker’s wet dream

That burned most pleasurably as it went down

But once again I wake up to disappointment

You’...

It’s just a penny they would say,

But wouldn’t look at all it’s worth.

It’s such a small thing they’d think,

But it’s big enough to hurt.

It could leave you broke,

And lying on the floor.

Too many pennies,

Could have you walking out the door.

You could have the newest one,

Fresh off the press.

But unless you take care of it,

It will become a tarnished mess.

You could pass it along,

For those in...

Like a siren song at sea,

Her eyes whisper to lonely sailors.

Eyes of blue,

Like the clearest of waters.

Draw closer and witness the fine-tuned melodies of a divine creature

A siren’s sound-

A voice that pulls you into its bounds,

Only to turn tides

With waves that clap like thunder.

They rise to steep heights to push you deep into its mouth,

Then spits you out to parch grounds.

Look too deep an...

The person you love

Is that person

You can run out into the fields with

At midnight

The person you love

Is that person

Who will rest your head on you

As you both gaze at the stars

The person you love

Is the person who you dream of

At night in the dark

When you close your eyes

So to you

Love is the book you spend hours on

Love is a soft blanket on a cold winter day

Love is a paintbrush, the so...