Writing Prompt

I struggle

Stuck to my seat beside the window

Eyes shut, but ear opened

Heart open and bruised

I can’t stop

Hearing the words

Spilling through my open window

Like searching, dripping poison

Trying to find me

To hurt me

But I can’t close it

I can’t shut the window, it’s doesn’t budge

Because maybe I deserve this

I’m a creature made of filth

Disgusting, innocence runs from me

So I sit there, a...

_Cw: suicide _

_• _

She wrote her final note,

lying on her bed, beneath the window—

the one she wasn’t yet aware

she’d jump from.

The act wasn’t planned,

but the pen under her pillow

and the wall beside her

seemed to call her hand.

She pressed ink into concrete,

scraped at the drywall,

ensuring that anyone who came after

would see the marks she left behind.

Satisfied with her work,

she tidied...

It’s the constant state of mind

Breathe in and out

The cold or warm air I might

Just sleep on the floor tonight

Begging for the closure

There’s times it falls over

But it gets up after an hour

And I hate how we called it “ours”

Feel the cold air enter

And I shiver then flinch

When the warm air appears

Then I hide till it clears

I’ve waited years for you

To lead me on

For me to write

That I hat...

She took half of me

The half that laughed when she fell

The half that was never bothered when people made fun of her

Or when her friends would leave her out

The half that was good

The half that I needed

She took it

I know she’s there somewhere

Trying to find her way back to me

In the shadows of whom took her

She is trying to find the light

The light that let her in

That let in the full of her

The...

My bones caught the chill, and I felt my quill still.

It was then, that I noticed the frosted window sill.

You had gone, and left my window wide open. Letting in the chilly November breeze that should have brought me to my knees. It had come steal my words unspoken.

The last autumn leaf fell, then chilly November turned into a brutal, and dreary December. It wasn’t until the ice on my quill, an...

I hide in my room, resting in the bed

I’m hungered, I need to be fed

I’m thirsty, I need a drink

I’m depressed, I need to leave

Wasting away in this dim room

A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom

I looked to my side, as the wind blows

Through that window that won’t close

Marching to the window

My feet dragging, my head low

I shove it down, to give it a shot

As I look down at the parking lot

I...

Don’t close the window

You can’t anyway.

Even if you wanted to

The breeze tickles your skin

Hear the rain pattering outside

Smell the sweetness of the rainy air

Thunder from the storms is loud

Don’t be afraid, when the

Lightning strikes big and bold.

Table wood is damp with humidity

Sun beams blind your computer screen

Trees are filled with green leaves

Green turns to gold, amber, and blood or...

O window stuck like a frozen operating system in '95

A portal for dust, bugs, pollen and sun

A pathway for the symphony of nature's sounds

Wind gusts and birds chirping you bring us

My eyes are the windows to the soul

With my eyes I look out the window to see the whole.

When the sensory input is overloaded and You just want the world closed

It's like a computer that froze

Windows won't shut down...

My mind is like a room.

Sometimes it feels like a prison,

Sometimes like a home.

And sometimes just another room,

Another place to be.

There’s a doorway in that room.

Sometimes the door is locked,

Sometimes it creaks open.

And sometimes I see it’s closed,

But know that I could flee.

Next to the door is a window.

Sometimes I look out of it,

Sometimes I don’t bother.

And sometimes I stare for hour...

Shut and then open.

Torn and then sealed.

Fought and then loved.

Yet the window to anger is jammed.

Stuck open, letting the cold creep in.

Anger comes and goes in waves…

A pattern too large for you to see.

Yet the window is- and always will be-

…open.

“You let your anger get the best of you. It’s like a writhing demon within. You feel as though you are nothing without them,” the old lady bends ...