Writing Prompt

Between 11 and 25,

that’s where I find myself.

Maybe beyond I’ll find peace.

43?

51?

Maybe 89.

I want to understand.

Gods, how I want to understand....

it’s funny how

there was life before you

there was life before you ruined mine

there was good life before you broke me

I was looking through

old pictures

old videos

old memories from when I was younger

the smile

on that little girl’s face?

it was real

unlike the one I plaster on

most days now

you hadn’t ruined her

you hadn’t tore her apart

you hadn’t even met her

and she hadn’t met you

and eve...

My love may be weak

My walls may be strong

but easily can you break

these heavy mental bricks.

For I am

easily fooled and tricked

truths masked by lies

I easily belive.

Theese heavy bricks

that used to be

a safe serenity,

now surround me

broken and bruised

like a puzzle missing a peice....

Car rides on a hot day can make me nauseous.

They make me feel like I want to throw up.

Like I want to cry.

Make me feel horrible.

And secretly angry at myself.

For not preventing the nausea.

By finding a way to chill.

Car rides make me wonder why some reactions to the things I do are so strong.

Car rides make me sad.

To: Car rides

From: Soph

:)...

You’re the ocean.

May seem like a strange comparison,

But you are.

I could drown in just the idea of you alone.

I’d go out too far.

So far I can’t stand.

Just because it’s you.

I’ll stay till I sink.

And when I sink I’ll be sinking in you.

As long as it’s you.

Sinking deep.

But it’d be so thrilling,

And so exciting

That I’d forget to come up for air.

And simply just drown in you.

The ocean,

My oce...

The lighthouse stands, a stubborn flame

against the sea’s unceasing call,

a steadfast keeper of the name

of those who fear the rise, the fall.

It casts its glow on distant shores,

a beacon through the night’s thick veil,

as sailors drift toward unseen doors,

unsure if winds will lift or fail.

And we, like ships, are drawn to light,

our hearts a compass spinning wild,

seeking ...

have you ever slept so little

that when the morning came,

all you could do was move slowly

and try not to fall asleep?

on these days it feels like im being piloted by someone else

someone that i shut down when i was eleven,

because she was too run-down

and tired

spending three years without a power source

dreaming of running through fields green and gold

now all she can do is try not to...

Everything is brighter in LED colors

Tell me who is your next girlfriend

In your set list of lovers?

I’ve seen you write lyrics for days

With your sad boy emotions

Ugh, what an emotional phase

Thirsting for attention

like a vampire seeks blood

Is London next on your vast earthly tours?

Your voice it haunts me like a cinematic score

If I was your girlfriend

I would be only yours...

You be my heart

And I’ll be your soul

Take me to the lakes

And I’ll take you under

When your face

Turns to stone

The fire burns out

And turns to ash

So focus on the birds singing along

Focus on the pebbles lining the ground

Focus on the sunshine clearing the rain

Because we can shine

If you open your eyes

And you be my heart

And i’ll be your soul

Take me to the palm trees

And I’ll chase you u...

I

was a crab

and you

were an aphorism

for a broken heart.

and I hate metaphors.

I

am a crab

alone in this field

as the moon glimmers along

my spiked shell.

but you’d moved on....