Writing Prompt

Ode to Chronos, Ode to the times that flows. Ode to being the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone.

Ode to being young, like Apollo and Artemis, who they would play archery together.

Ode to be in love, like Afrodite and Ares, that did go against everyone to prove their love.

Ode to sped a life time together, like Zeus and Era did, learning to have patiance and to forgive one another

Ode to life, Ode to growing, Ode to living forever with your words.

My plans for today? Well, I’ll wash myself with paint In glitter glue and crayons Sitting fitting on the floor I am never quitting I will run for hours, Run for days! Time is endless here Then I’ll sit Eating a freezer pop. Run and jump Sit on a stump Put your hands into the dirt It’ll wash you clean What else will make you clean? Painting yourself blue And then I’ll go and make a stew, Out of rocks and trees Autumn leaves mixing swirling in the pot I’ll stir and stir and stir Polka Dot slicker is wet with rain, So take it off Don’t refrain Shoeless, shirtless Run around, Run around, Run around.

I thought it would be, Easy, Falling. I thought it would be, Simple, Like crawling.

It wasn’t, Easy, Falling. It wasn’t, Simple, Like crawling.

It would change, My heart, My body And soul.

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Why is a useless question In the face of tragedy Just breathe through it They tell you

But you just want to know why Why was your family chosen Out of the sea of possible… Victims

But they also tell you Victim is a dirty word Just breathe through it They say

I need to know why I feel its weight The weight of why The fate of time

I guess fate is why But am I powerless To the hands of time Forcing me into place

Be patient They say Weight for an answer Why

i don’t think I’ll ever be ready for high school.

it always seemed so far away, a tiny dot on the horizon line. but that dot has grown closer and closer to me, its arms reaching out to grab me, to take me away from my innocent youth and into the world of college and adulting.

whenever someone asks me how i feel about starting high school next year, i laugh and say that i’m not ready yet. they laugh back, take it as a joke. but it’s not. it’s my greatest fear reduced to a little giggle.

I don’t mean to embarrass you Really, I don’t mean to, But instead of Harry Potter Try drinking some water Or learn to sew It comes in handy you know You’ll make friends along the way Not all of them have nice things to say You’ll find yourself And learn your lefts From rights, Jump on the trampoline Instead of growing up

Dear me when I was growing up I hope you find this well I hope that you become grateful That I put you through such hell

I pushed you hard In every way Your body your mind your spirit The way You thought, you laughed, You smiled, you talked

Every detail of you Was written in chalk

But you rose to the occasion Despite all those stressors Even if it was me Who became your aggressor

But I’ve mellowed out now Not that I plan to stop and lay But if you are artifical What would it mean to change?

And I write this now to say You are yourself in every way In how you talk, think Smile Or laugh

And I only hope you are greatful, Because your struggle with yourself Has made you Who you are today

In childhood's embrace, we danced, Underneath skies of blue, Dreams like wildflowers, they pranced, In innocence, we grew. Through the years, a gentle breeze, Guided steps, both fast and slow, Learning life's melodies, As time began to flow.With each sunrise, a new dawn, As we journeyed far and wide, In the tapestry of life drawn, Our hearts swelled with pride.Yet, in the quiet of the night, Echoes of the past we hear, Memories shimmering bright, As we shed a silent tear.For in growing up, we find, A bittersweet symphony, Leaving innocence behind, Yet embracing destiny.

_I’d like to turn off the music. _ And in the silence, raise your glass This is an ode to childhood In all its complicated beauty __ __ __ _From the first friend you made in kindergarten _ To the last one you hugged before college _From the tears you cried after crashing on your first bicycle _ To the silent sobs at midnight while you tackle homework From bright colored skirts _To pitch black pants _ From whispering silly secrets To confiding personal issues __ We’ve all gone from young and adorable To beautiful and strong

watching the tearful eyes of those who’ve lost love, watching you as you mourn the hair you cut, walking the path of a dying soldier, while you still look up to the sky dreaming of better days, I can hear all the glory I have prayed for, and I can remember all the nightmares of the night, where I was hold by my heart, and the poetry that escaped my touch, I still remember, I am pieces of me.