Writing Prompt

Today, at the cemetery,

all the death people smiled at me

from their pictures.

So I smiled back.

The living ones seemed to not notice

our little exchange of smiles.

So, strangely, I realized

with a burst of laughter,

-nervous laughter-

that, although we’re living beings,

somehow we died inside.

There are ages! since anyone

smiled at me so beautifully

so openly, honest and genuine

as they do h...

as the rain falls

i cant help but think

about how the sadness calls

to me. im on the brink.

the tears tug at my eyes

and the sorrow brings down my mouth

i swat the feelings like flies

as things begin to go south.

i haven't done half of my work,

and the day is soon gone

guilt laughs at me, curt

my day is chucked at the lawn

i woke up late today,

i took a little too long to break

i had too much t...

Be grounded they say,

Follow the routine everyday,

Immersed within their existence,

Oh so proud of the consistency,

But I who lives in the clouds sees the absurdity,

Of all those desperately trying to be,

That being of facade,

Which to the outsider appears odd,

But that is the way of the underworld,

Those who live with their noses in the ground,

Those who don’t listen and merely hear s...

The underworld can be a nasty place

It originated from ancient mythology

But

If you really think about it

We all make ourselves our own underworld

If you truly think about it

Depression and self hate is our underworld

So

I guess what I’m trying to say is

Be the hades of your own underworld

Own all of that hate

All of that sadness

All of that self doubt

And rule over that world

Like you ...

Skulking in the debris,

Crawling through the gates.

Holding our fates,

In the City of Dis.

Sneaking amongst the lost,

Hiding in the shadows.

Hearing the Styx flows,

Squeezing our coins as cost.

Paying the ferryman,

With silver and gold.

Passage bought and sold,

Accepting Everyman.

At the far shore landed,

Journey neverending.

Agony unrelenting,

Our souls branded.

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‘It is easy to get lost in ...

Down where corpses are covered in blood, rot, and marrow

Some with a noose still hung around their neck, the escape goat

Maybe some slit their own throat, what's up with the bullet holes?

Organs spilling out of open wounds, bodies pile up like a rigor mortis fortress

Lava rises up your throat, full throttle, scorching your insides

You walk the path of dried guts and tears, fears echo in the air

...

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld

Six seeds

And I am here forevermore

His crown upon my head

In the darkness

I am dead

I’m queen of all I didn’t want

Ghosts’ dying screams now haunt

My dreams

Persephone! Persephone!

They shriek

But each time I wake

I see his face

I see the seeds

Of my eternal misery

And his pathetic treachery

I’m broken

I will never leave

I came forgetting that there w...

I feel guilt

Over the silliest things

Like I don’t deserve

What my world brings

An odd example

Is Harry Potter

And how I never read the books

But still love the wizarding world

Another example

Is how much time I spend with friends

I know they love me

But I still believe our time will soon end

Yet another thing

Is the music I listen to

Do I love this artist enough,

To be considered a fan?

An...

It’s easy to get lost is the underworld

The door to it seems lock to you, but it’s actually open

What leads to there is something we all have

The name that we call as Maya(illusion)

Maya holds our hand at every step,

Checking our abilities to walk not rest

She holds your hand and distracts u

At every step and every due

She is unknown to many,but her eyes know u

Well if you fail her test, you’ll...

Where thoughts lurk in a

never ending complexity,

is where we find ourselves

lost,

Lost in the loop of hypothetical’s

and concealed rage,

The Underworld is where

emotions are frozen, no escape,

covered in a layer of dark frost,

We never really do anything

to tame it, to learn how,

because it scares us—the

thought of people knowing

what really goes on in

ourselves—so we simply

hope and wai...