Writing Prompt

You know you are aware

When you feel the hair on the back of your neck

And the way the clothes touch your body

You know you are aware

When sounds get to loud

And the walls close in

Though that is so aware

It gives me anxiety

Just standing over there

You know you are aware

When your limbs feel too tight

And you don’t think your head is screwed on quite right

Or is that called insanity?

The fee...

I am a poem-

Not a fancy one at that,

No rhymes, no rhythm,

Just words formatted oddly.

I have no deep meaning,

One that resonates with the world,

Or exorcises deep thought,

I just…exist.

But that is alright,

I suppose not everything has meaning,

Unless it’s not found,

Hiding in plain sight,

Lying in mounds of sand,

Left for you to only find,

And not the _grizzly hands of the world,_

_The stran...

She abandoned me twice.

Hello again, how do you do?

This is The Poem speaking.

Before you start freaking,

(it’s not nice to stare)

Yes, I’m self aware

And addressing you.

She said I’m an awful writing.

Hello to you, that’s reading now!

I’m pretty special, I must say,

My rhymes are weak and that’s okay!

See, I show vulnerability,

Don’t take it as stupidity!

To you I take a bow.

I guess she just...

She doesn’t know, but, sometimes,

when you look within me,

trying to find my rhythm,

searching for my rhyme,

I smile.

She doesn’t truly care, but I,

when you write your comment,

calling me “beautiful”,

my words are floating,

towards YOU.

She doesn’t even imagine, me-

-published and set free, for you,

I modify little words that wrap

your lonely, secret thoughts

in warmth.

She doesn’t know, but,...

I am a poem

Yes I am

I identify as one

You can’t tell me I’m not

So what if I don’t ryme

Or have sentence structure like a haiku

Or hidden meanings like an acrostic poem

I am a poem

Yes I am...

In between the

Silken webs

I live in words to

Die again

When stanzas end

When rhymes don’t fit

You put down the pen

And start again

You start again

You begin to write

When the syllables

R

U

N

up

Put a fight

It’s flight or fawn

But never freeze

Take yourself a second

A break so you can breathe

But if you stop

Your heart can’t beat

Because without love...

Sometimes I just want to be held… nothing more, nothing less

Something about that makes me feel safe.

Are you capable of that?

… just being present for nothing but, just to be?

Still waters run deep, therefore my surface seems placid but, my undercurrent is strong and difficult to navigate at times.

So I ask… What kind of swimmer are you?

Do you prefer wadding in still shallow water?

Or do you d...

A poem I am, with purpose clear,

To stir the heart, to bring a tear.

Or maybe joy, or thoughtful frown,

In reader's mind, I dance around.

I speak of love, of loss, of time,

In metered tone, in structured rhyme.

Yet, conscious of my poet's pen,

I'll end, then start, then end again.

I speak of desire, I speak of fear.

I can bring laughter, or I can bring tears.

If ever someone is feeling broken,

I...

I shall rhyme,

to keep the time.

AA

BB

CC

Don’t forget, DD.

I shall count

so as to know my syllables amount.

One

Two

Three

One, two.

Though, while I may count and rhyme,

my purpose is not only to keep the time.

It’s truly about the emotion;

the power of words well chosen.

See, I know of my power to make you cry

to make your heart twist shrivel up and die.

I even understand how to...

I will end. One day

I’ll

utter my last words

And

slip sweetly into the abyss

One day

I will end. Sometimes,

I hurry

Quicken the pace-

Shorten

the sentence-

Summarize, instead of

painting

the picture

stroke

by

stroke

between my lines letting colors run together

making little

Hues

I’m completely unaware of but

all

the

while

entranced

by.

Sometimes I waste time by slowly walking

T...