Writing Prompt

I love men but I wanna be in love with mine I love men but my man will be treated like he’s one of a kind Backstrokes, missionary or oral whatever it is his He can have it at whatever time I never wanna talk back unless him breaking my spine

Blind alleys of the past, where light she once faced, A decade swallowed by heroines fervent embrace. A Mustang white, through winter's chill, a haven, Two souls adrift, in love's intricate space, Seven years bittersweet, of love and shared dreams, Then, in a stroke, one heart ceased to beat.

Alone, she faced the silence, beat by beat, The echo of the love that did retreat. In dreams, she sought his face, in a lonely space, But found herself in addiction's cold embrace. Her best friend's passing another cruel defeat, A deeper void, a darker, colder haven.

From depths of despair, she cried for a haven, For strength to break the cycle, to defeat The demons that lurked in her heart's space. A plea to the heavens, to alter the darkness she faced. To release her from sorrow's tight embrace, To wake her from these long and hellish dreams.

And in her plea, a spark ignited dreams, A chance to leave behind her haunted haven. A man arrived, with a gentle embrace, Who saw beyond her scars, and the demons she’d faced. He found the beauty in a frayed heartbeat, And shined with a light that brightened her darkened space.

With him, she found love in a new space, A future bright with promise, with dreams No longer echoes of the demons she’d faced, But steps towards a hopeful, loving haven. Together, finding rhythm, beat by beat, In the dance of a life renewed, a loving embrace.

No longer marked by needles, or the devils embrace, Her arms now linked with his, a sacred space. A locket of Arthur’s ashes, a preserved heartbeat, Around her neck, a reminder of past dreams, A symbol of a journey, a haven Of bittersweet memories, and the journey she’s faced.

She often thinks of all the trials she’s faced, The love she lost, and the feeling of new love’s embrace. This Haven that could only have been God sent, The dreams she’s yet to accomplish, but now her days are spent, Thanking God for his loving, for giving embrace, And for gracing her with this beautiful newfound space. With each heartbeat, she’ll turn to face the sun, Grateful for the battle she has won.

In youth's embrace, my world grew dark, A tender age, just twenty-two. A man appeared, much older, dear, His promise true, in shadows found, Together bound by threads unseen, Our hearts entwined, a complex dance.

We danced a dance of sharp discord, With heroin's veil, our clarity lost. Seven winters passed, our bond profound, Until his flame did dim and fade. My heart, once full, now ached, profound, Regret and grief became my guide.

In depths of loss, I sought the end, The dance of life, its bitter turn. But destiny had plans, I found, A new love's touch, my sightless state, He saw beyond the darkened hue, Our hearts in quiet harmony, unseen.

This love, unseen, a gentle strength, Revived the dance within my heart. With blinded eyes, though clear in view, He sees me whole, my constant guide. In him, my fractured world found peace, A chapter new, together forged.

With past behind, our future bright, We stand as one, our pasts unseen. No longer blind to hope's warm glow, We step anew into life's rhythm. He's more than love, he's the light in my heart. Together strong, a shared perspective.

Still dear to my heart, my love once known, The life we shared, the joy we found, And though I cherish the man I’m now with, In memory's hold, his spirit unseen, I honor him through life's grand dance, Embracing love, beyond mere sight.

From sightless hue, a love reborn, In dance and faith, my heart has found, Unseen no more, our love takes flight.

Vision lost at 22, life's thread grew thin, Then I met a good man, with years beyond my own, Our hearts entwined, in addiction's fierce dance, Seven years of storms, then he left too soon, His absence a void, cold as winter's breath, I fell deeper into the abyss' arms.

My demons left their markings on my arms, I wished to escape the agony as dignity ran thin. But in surrender's light, I found a new breath, A soul who saw me, beyond the world's scorn, He held me close, took my breath away, Together, we stepped out from the harsh dance.

No longer blind to hope, we quit the dance, Embraced a path, free from the old harm's arms, A chapter fresh, with promises like June, Where loves eyes see, And vision is never thin. He's my guide, my partner, in life's vast room, Together, breathing the sweet air of dawn.

I think of him, my past love, at each Dawn, Miss his touch, his part in my life's dance, And though his love will never fade away, I’m grateful for my place in new loves strong arms. Our bond, our love, it's anything but thin, Together, we're a force, a shared breath.

In this new life, we share each other's breath, From the night's end to the bright break of dawn. Our love's fabric, woven not to wear thin, A future built, far from the old dance, In his love, I find strength, in his arms, A sweetness that life, once more, has proven.

Through all the pain, life's sweetness has proven, In each step, in each shared, cherished breath, Love's true form, it's more than just warm arms, It's the light that greets us each new dawn, A rhythm, a melody, a dance, A bond so deep, it can never grow thin.

From life's thin line to a dance in the sun, Breath to breath, we face each day as it's born, In his arms, the wounds that mark me fade away. We spread our wings, and soar into the Dawn.

In spring, the cherry blossoms whisper to the dawn, A fleeting blush upon the face of time, Their petals, tender promises of ephemeral love, Each bloom a heart, beating in sync with life's fleeting song, They dance in the breeze, a ballet of impermanence, A reminder that all beauty is but a season's guest.

As seasons turn, the guest of spring departs, Leaving behind the memories of dawn, The orchard sighs, accepting impermanence, Its branches bear the weight of passing time, Yet in its roots, it holds the essence of life, And in its seeds, the hope of future love.

For love, like blossoms, blooms in its own time, A welcomed guest, in hearts it comes to rest, It grows, it fades, a cycle mirrored in life, From the first blush to the final light of dawn, Through moments shared, through fleeting time, It leaves its mark, a tale of impermanence.

Yet, there's beauty in this impermanence, In knowing that the rarity of love, Makes precious every second of our time, That we are but guests in this grand design, From the first cry to the last breath of dawn, Each chapter penned within the book of life.

So let us cherish every page of life, Embrace the bittersweet of impermanence, Greet each day as if it were the first dawn, And fill our hearts with undying love, For we are transient guests, making memories in time, Before we part, like petals on the wind.

As cherry blossoms must one day resign, So too must we, the actors of life, Take our bow and exit from the stage of time, Leaving behind the story of our impermanence, A story told in whispers of love, From the silent night until the morning dawn.

In the dance of dawn, life finds its rhythm, A guest of time, love blooms amidst impermanence, A season's tale, beautiful, though not for long.

The lonely Pegasus stretches her wings She wishes to fly as free as the birds No longer bound by these foolish restraints But she is a slave to the house of Zeus No one has ever dared question his power She has no courage to be the first

Of all the creatures, she was the first To be granted the gift of ethereal wings That give her unmatched beauty and power The envy of all the mares and birds Who only dream of the throne of Zeus And view their pitiful lives as restraints

But the Pegasus struggles against her restraints No longer wanting to be the first To carry the sons of the mighty god Zeus Who pay no mind to her sagging wings And treat her the same as the forest birds Abusing their ancestrally given power

She dreams of showing the master her power Of shattering at last these awful restraints And join those playful and beckoning birds That would love to trade places with her and be first To transport the greatest of all with their wings And have the privilege to serve the terrible Zeus

The Pegasus has grown tired of Zeus How he binds the world with his wretched power And keeps a Pegasus with clipped wings Tied to a post by magician’s restraints She is determined, this will be a first But she knows it is time to be one with the birds

And as she pulls toward a sky full of birds The Pegasus curses the name of Zeus The first shall be last, and the last shall be first She says as she musters up all of her power And at last breaking free from her prison restraints She soars into the air with a light on her wings

1 = nature 2 = hunger 3 = memory 4 = fellowship 5 = question 6 = return

After weeks of travel, I retired to Nature And slumped in thought, slaking my present hunger With the shadows of ideas that burned in my memory That blistering yearning for intellectual fellowship That chases me to the brink of a question The answer evades me, ever teasing, and so I return

To this seat on a rock overlooking the dawn’s return She heralds the day, as dictated by her nature I cannot help but wonder if she ever asks a question If she ever loves, or thirsts, or feels the pangs of hunger If I could personify the dawn, maybe we could form a semblance of fellowship And yet, for all my wishing, she will never be human, nor contain me in a memory

I remain alone, untouched, leafing through my memory What has prompted this sudden return To lonesome pondering by the sea? Perhaps the loss of fellowship That bright comfort of shared experience, so necessary to human nature. With a sudden lurch of new and profound hunger, I yield to my personal ocean of self-pity, too lost in its depths to remember the essential question

“What does it mean to exist?”, that is the question That has haunted me since my first known memory Sometimes the hunger to Know shouts louder than physical hunger It is in these moments that I return To the place where I can unburden my mind, my mouth, and take apart my nature Because that is the paradox of man-to-man fellowship:

It both soothes and chafes— that wound, that balm we call fellowship, The company of other beings who burn with the need to question, To tip the world upside down and examine its nature— Yes, that need would have us all abandon the pain of memory, Would have us bare our weak bodies in a return To primal vulnerability, to naked hunger

For each other. And perhaps the hunger Carries merit, but it seems a strange thing to call it fellowship, When really we’re rubbing our wounds against each other, eager to return Kindnesses; eager to remind each other of the essential question Which always dangles in the recesses of memory, Sometimes necessitating, as it does now, a return to the company of Nature.

In rekindling the fellowship between my self and my memory, I once more yield to the solitude of Nature, although my question Is bound to return one day with profound and heightened hunger.

—— A/n: This one feels a bit… convoluted. Not as clear or concise as I thought it would be. 😅 I’m open to any and all suggestions to improve it!

Maybe I’ll finish it later? It’s a rather loose take on the idea

Until now I didn’t understand Didn’t understand what love you had for me I never saw myself as a thing worth my time Time to slip away, melting down the drain But you picked me up from darkness that drained me, letting me stay Staid fast you hold me up, so gently

Gentlemanly, inferior a word to you Let me grow an evergreen, not a yew that poisons Poised to take the piss, hide the pain Shattered pane of glass a pricking of emotions When I try to tell you this, emotive speech, slips away, awkward look to the right But, you were raised right, by your mother

Keeping mum about my secrets, about my fears of vulnerability Vuln splitting me open, let me feel shame Sham of my life seems a little brighter with us Though our western world falls apart, UK US, left corrupt

It’s started with love, It was peaceful and joyful, My heart was actually happy, Until you ripped it out with glee, A bloody sight to behold, One that caused more wounds than healing.

The love died from inside, Took the joyful and peaceful, The happy was now invisible, With what glee you grin, I behold the devastating truth, One that shows no healing, wherever it may hide.

From inside I wept, From the peaceful I slept, From the invisible I crept, The grin I hated, The truth now in shackles, Hiding inevitable in this god forsaken world.

(It may seem a bit patching and all over the place but it’s just my mind lately..although I am talking in first and second person, I am more talking about the world and how it has me in a tangle..have a great day/night!!!)

Upon this day, I come into existence, living and breathing, I learn to survive. Body and soul, this is my fate, an imposed passage of time. Every effort is a necessary irrelevance, knowing that one day I will be but a memory.

To begin, the dawn of a memory, lungs breathing, blood pumping, ensuring my existence. Movement protects me from immediate irrelevance, and drives me to survive. During the momentum of my time, endurance is my fate.

Be it short or long, easy or hard, my fate creates for me many a memory. The diverse ways I consume this limited time, entertain me in this lone existence. I walk the path to survive, health or sickness, an irrelevance.

This is my irrelevance, the love and hate of my fate. Relationships created and broken to survive, generations forming a single line of memory. In my arms lies the only trace of my existence, that which reverberates in another time.

Towards the end of my time, I feel the measure of my irrelevance. The exhaustion of my existence, broken dreams and dreaded desires, my fate. In all of humanity I become but a memory, in that eternal battle to survive.

Actions conducted to survive, combine with infinitely invested time. They remain only in my memory, and fade into a void of irrelevance. It is a twisted fate, when, upon this day, I quit my existence.

I live no longer in any memory, all that was done to survive, Erased from existence, for the remainder of time, This irrelevance is my fate.