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Write a poem about pet peeves.
Little things that annoy you – perhaps they are stand-ins for bigger problems, perhaps they are nothing more.
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Tiny little offs That throw me off course The train curves off the track But no one holds remorse
Too small for a change Too large for them to see I sit here stuck With my pet-peeve
The tapping of a shoe The feeling of nails The taste in my tounge The sloshing of water pails
They make me shiver Cold down my spine If only I wasn’t so bothered And could finally recline
I want to recoil Go back into the earth But above the soil Is hard rocks over the dirt
I shiver and shake But push myself along Such a small mistake Can make it all turn wrong
Buried the pain Of us together
Burried the betrayal Of memories gone stale
As days fade the memories return A painful tale I can’t tell
Trauma stays around me Panic claws at me
Emotions held back boil Trying to keep everything under soil
Mother makes my blood boil What’s wrong
Talk to me
Tell me the truth
I asked you a question
I don’t need their help Iv faced hell alone
I retell the tale Tears streaming down
Can’t stand can’t think It hurts to much
But mother keeps probing Making me bring up matters
That left me shattered.
Once I bleed my heart out on depth ears They retell the lies to calm my fears
She’ll come back
No she won’t I saw quietly Empathy my parents lack
I go to my room Listen to music
Try to forget the searing memories
Listing to the words you never said
Just leave it in the past mom
Next day she’s all cheerful Like the convo wasn’t fearful
She asked me why I seem off I just fake a smile and move on
Till the feelings resurface One day she’ll come back mom says
Lies if she really cares then we’re she at then?
I try my best to move on But goodbyes are hard And the pain won’t go
Chicken sizzles in the skillet Machine gun fire roars I begin to feel it “Stupid whores!”
I flip the chicken. Peals of laughter down the hall I’m panic-stricken There’s a thin layer of dust on the wall
There’s a pile of dishes in the sink The gaming chair creaks “Babe, get me a drink!” I pop the Dr. Pepper tab with a clink
The puppy pissed the floor I’m drowning in this house “Thanks. I’m going to play some more.” Life with a gaming spouse
I mop the piss puddle Take a few deep breaths “Babe, come cuddle!” Would the news report our deaths?
I could drink bleach He would die without me playing house maid. I whisper, “Leech.” I wonder when he gets paid.
Children are annoying There I said it They terrorise Aware of unconditionality So have no fear To ask for comfort At 4am To say they hate you At the mere denial of sugar Or for the thought crime of feeling bored After the 17th repetition of that shitty game
But an annoying friend you can ditch A pain-in-the-arse sibling you pinch Over coffee you can bitch about a colleague who is self aware as a rock and as self absorbed as a mirror
But your children you endure And that’s love Or at least one part of it A facet powerful enough to deal with constant innovative mess, the roulette wheel of emoticons and the snot stained barrage of ‘why’s’ that even chat gpt would struggle to answer
Previously on the gluey ghost part three Emilia and Connie just started reading 📖 the letter ✉️ it said dear Connie and Emilia this is the only letter ✉️ I could sent ok 👌 now you need to listen 🎧 I have been captured by the ghost 👻 police 👮♀️ because apparently ghost’s are not allowed 🚫 to be friends with the living so there trying to kill you because they hate 😡 the living love from your ghost friend p.s please 🙏 look after gg he has no where to go soon after the letter ✉️ just disappeared into fin air💨 connie and Emilia looked👀 at each other with fear after they red the letter 😧 they couldn’t sleep 😴 that night because they thought if they did fall asleep they would die there not wrong ghost’s can be very Sirius The next day ruby said “sorry to tell you to put a pencil ✏️ in it how bout I give you this one” they said “thanks” Rufus said o yummy 🤤 let me eat it when he did he almost 😅 exploted because turns out it was a bomb 💣 Emilia and Connie knew ruby had something to do with this but since Rufus threw the pencil that was a bomb it exploded the whole school 🏫 happily everyone made it out but I never said alive I person didn’t survive because the school exploded so they had to go to a new school city of London school for girls 👧 but the teachers 👩🏫 where to strict someone said the principal cut of a kids finger because he was naughty 😈 sadly mrs raccoon now works there she makes them do double math Emilia said “ugh I would rather have my ears chopped off but why wait give my some scissors✂️ “ mrs raccoon said “I heard there are scissors in detention Emilia said “I’m I’m new here how can I get to detention if I don’t know 🤷♀️ where it is” “my pet raccoon will ascot you there” replied mrs raccoon Connie said “it least you don’t have to do horrid math” why don’t you go to detention and do horrid maths 🧮 Connie screamed “why” “because I don’t like you and you like Emilia so I’m killing 2 birds 🦅 with one stone🗿”mrs raccoon replied after detention Connie asked Emilia ”isn’t detention ate the end of the day normally at schools” Emilia said “there more strict here so they have detention in the daytime”Connie said “that’s jank”the teacher 👩🏫 said “children this is English and jank is not a word if you payed any attention you would know that so Connie how do you spell pyramid” Connie said “p i r i m i d “wrong” screamed mrs wrong 😑 then she said “Emilia spell Neptune” Emilia said ”easy peasy n e p t u n e” mrs wrong said “right now why don’t you fly to that planet 🌎 because I have only known you for 5 minutes and I already hate you” Emilia said “I feel the same way and I wish I could go to Neptune to get away from you”when it was lunch some kid came at connie with a knife Emilia and Connie knew she possessed when they where eating 🥣 there lunch they didn’t really because they thought it was poisoned 🤢and they didn’t want to die they knew it was getting to Sirius but they didn’t care they knew that ghosts can go through walls and they can’t die but they knew that they can possess then emilia and Connie laughed like mwah ha ha the next night they sore blood 🩸 they knew it was a warning but who’s blood turns out it was Connie’s brothers blood 🩸it came from his head only his head you could almost see his brain🧠 Connie said “gross” Emilia said “wow I am going to make that my screen saver” Connie said “that’s messed up👆🆙🔝⏫man 👨 like real messed up” after they looked at Connie’s brother blood they realised the it was already time for the summer holidays they went rogue and they where happy they could finally have a rest from the ghost stuff but Emilia collapsed because she stayed up all night making sure there was nothing that will them but Connie just slept 🛌 this time Connie got her changed and Connie go herself changed but soon after they looked at the clock real good and they looked what day it was turns out they where supposed to be at school 4 hours ago so Connie went into her brothers room to see if he was awake he was so Emilia and Connie rid him to school when they got there they heard weeping in the bathroom 🚽 they looked in the bathroom it was a portal to the ghost world 🌍 they looked everywhere in the ghost world for there friend they went back into the mortal world and where sad because they didn’t find him they had To go to the loo because they had food in the ghost world but not a toilet 🚽. They dropped something in the toilet Connie reached in to find it but they found there friend they said ghost friend your your alive the ghost said I a, actually really Freya and I can’t die again but thanks finding me I will give you a ghost penguin to show my Gratitude here he is his name is Fernando bey now sadly they are closing the ghost portal for life so I will never see you again they hugged and then left after he left Emilia and Connie where upset with finding him and one day they did when they where 18 and Freya the ghost 👻 stayed in the mortal world forever until Emilia and Connie died and went to the ghost world the end
The clock reads 5:51 Not a customer in sight Everything for closing done Almost out of work for the night
No cars driving by No phone calls to be heard The deli slicer so clean It was almost absurd
Then a customer walks in I think nothing of it He asks for some sliced meats And I want to tell him to shove it
What can I get for you? I ask insincere The deli is dark It’s closed, and that’s clear
Half of a pound of turkey And a half of a pound of smoked ham I should’ve just said the deli was closed Because now I’m in a jam
And a half of a pound of cheddar He added at last Oh great, it gets better I thought to myself with sass
Add a half of a pound roast beef too He states Will he ever stop talking? At this point it’s 5:58
I slice everything Ready for him to leave and go home But then he looks at me And asks for one pound of provolone
What happened to the old adage What you see… Is what you get?
Yes…it’s one of my biggest pet peeves, As it causes my skin to crawl…
When you change like the weather, depending on who you’re around or who you’re with.
I’m sure you don’t even know your acting differently, you’re probably totally unaware, and that’s fine too. I’ll probably never tell you it bothers me, No…I’ll just let you continue to be you… (whoever that is).
I just want you to be real I want you to just come correct. Stop putting on a façade, It causes you to appear odd and flawed.
It makes me unsure from one day to the next, which person will show up? will it be…the real you? or will it be Memorex?
All I ask, is that you treat me the same, no matter who you’re around, Just want you be real. You have an enormous amount of zest for life and an abundant amount of positive appeal.
You don’t have to front and… You don’t have to stunt.
Because at the end of the day, I just want you to be real. because the real you … gives me such an amazing thrill.
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