Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem that has an uncanny mood.
Uncanny is defined as strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way.
Writings
Are You Ashamed Because Your To Blame
Don’t let anyone who hasn’t walked in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces remember your destined travel to great places.
At least everyone say we shouldn’t race to be first place to not focus on our friends to not follow any trends .
They tell you to clean the mess you have created , but they have never stained the floors with there own blood .
Judged for every mistake and imperfection as...
Rich
Darkness surrounds her
As she tries to break free
The binds that tie her
Also tie me
We try together
To untie the binds
Birds of a feather
Now both blind
Living in hell
The house our prison
We both know too well
What is the reason
Rich and lucky
Most people think
The gilded cage is heavy
Both on the brink
Luxury is a habit
No money for ourselves
Trust fund rabbits
Life on the shelves...
Lovely
I find you so lovely
It breaks my heart
On your back grows a million trees
Their eyes spaced apart
As they watch me
I wish I could see you
But my eyes are blinded
By the stars in your crown
I wish I could feel you
But my fingers are torn
To shreds by your thorns
I wish I could hear you
But my ears are vanished
Hidden somewhere in your mist
You are only concept
Not yet true, or never real?
I find y...
Laundromats
Once when I was in high school, I wrote a creative piece on laundromats.
At the time, I loved them.
At the time, they represented my mom.
Let me explain.
My parents finalized their divorce about May of 2014. This was shortly after my grandmother died, and shortly before I was to graduate high school.
For anyone thinking of getting divorced; don’t wait until your kids are older.
It really fucked ...
Signposts
Not man, but more than machine
In the cut lies a niggling fear
uncanny valley signposts between
Dei ex machina ensnare
What does it all mean?
Too uncomfortable to bear
A person yet not a Human being
How did we get here?
For the latest tech we’re still keen
Our endpoint AI whispers in our ear
ChatGPT generated maps evergreen
As We Race to our clockwork nightmare...
Without
This brain of mine is a fragile thing, held together with a straying string
It leaves my body most nights, diving deep in the dark sea of frights
It swims along shipwrecks of loss and pointless dreams, drowning in screams
While I stand on shore, lost, alone, without a piece of me so core.
This heart of mine is a broken wing, at night I rip it out and swing
As I see it within my sights, I con...