Writing Prompt

I am here

At my home

Drinking beer

While searching using Google Chrome

I am alone

Sitting and doing nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, but being alone

And doing………………………………………NOTHING

JUST BEING Here BY MySELF

OVER AnD OvvER

BeeING Nothing As MySELF

L00kking Att Nothing but A taTto off A Clovver

Haveiing N0 0Ne to talk to, Too be wITH, Too L0ve

Just looking At tHIS WhITE, Wh...

when the world gets too loud

and my weary bones beg for rest

home is where i go

is where i feel best

every little trinket, book, and poster i see

eases my troubled mind

my room is a reflection of me

so this is where i’ll stay and rot

this is my hiding place

i like it a lot...

Where is your hiding place?

My hiding place is within myself, I create a safe place and go there when I need.

I go there when life gets too tough, I often sit and day dream of the things I want to see.

I go there when I am sad and imagine a peaceful, serene and secluded lake when all is quiet.

I throw rocks into the lake and watch as they skip across the waters.

I watch the ripples it cre...

When the day is ending and it’s getting dark outside

It’s back in my home where I will hide

To have some dinner and watch tv

That’s how most evenings look to me

Home can be your hiding place

Where there is no one you need to face

Just relaxing alone

Or talking with a loved one on the phone

A hiding place where you can walk around in sweatpants

And have no obligations at hands

Just relax and c...

Deep within the valleys

Through the forest trees

Along the sandy beaches

Beside the gentle sea

Between the lively festivals

Along the lightened streets

I can’t help but listen for

Your name whispered in the breeze

Running past the cottages

Trekking through the fields

Laying in the land of dandelions

Two of us hidden in the hills

In love in our own paradise

Counting stars in our own space

No one...

**Hiding Place**

There’s a hollow in the tall grass,

where the world forgets to look—

a bend between the daylight

and the shadowed edge of brook.

I slip into the silence,

where the willow’s branches lean,

and tuck myself in hidden roots

where all the green goes green.

The air is thick with quiet here,

a secret soft and still.

Even time is hushed, as if afraid

its ticking might spill.

Leaves wh...

When the world gets too loud

Too bright

Too sharp

Too much

There will always be somewhere that I go

I call it my hiding place

When mommy and daddy have had too much to drink

Or they start arguing

Yelling in each others' face

I creep upstairs

To my favorite spot

Yes, my hiding place

Cocooned under mounds of blankets and pillows

Shielding me from the world

It can't reach my favorite spot

Yes, my hid...

It’s warm, comforting, and quiet,

It’s also cold, deceiving, and desolate.

It’s a place where my thoughts run wild,

It’s where my body feels like its been exiled.

Why is it so comforting being alone?

In a place where you think you have full control.

Yet the weight of it all feels like a gigantic stone,

Where its only you and a small piece of your soul.

_Knock knock knock!_

They try to enter, but...

Thump Thump

The sound of boots on the floor

He never knocks, just opens my door

I whisper a silent prayer

That he doesn’t know I’m there

Hope he turns back around

Then heads

down the stairs

Tap Tap

The sound of his fist against wood

Beckoning me out, he believes I should

Believes I should be at his every beck and call

Thankful I’m not where he thinks I am, at all

My clock across the room st...

Pass the mountains

And the trees

The rivers

And valleys

The ocean currents

And the raging winds

Away from

Winter’s first snow

And the drizzled

Rain of spring

Far from heatwaves

That welcomed summer

And the leaves waving

Goodbye to autumn

Shielded from the

Chaos of my mind

And the things

That make tears fall

So deep and lost I can’t

Seem to find myself at all

Just another game...