Writing Prompt
WRITING OBSTACLE
Submitted by Bernard Wicks
Write a poem or story that reads as if it is beautiful, but is actually about something rather tragic.
For example, you might write about a beautiful sunset in an apocalyptic world, or a poem about the good things about heartbreak.
Writings
Light In The Dark
I smiled as I watched the stars glisten in the night sky, the moon glowing it’s beautiful silver hue. I always feel the most peace during nights like this. A clear night sky, with a gentle Autumn breeze sweeping across the grass.
Each star more dazzling than the last. I want to be up there, shining like them. Beautiful and radiant; comforting.
I don’t think there’s anything more comforting t...
The Closet
In my room, what you'll find
Is a pretty painted space
Lined with all my favorite coats
Like one that’s furry, big n brown
Covering
A box of all my favorite memories in a worndown shoebox
Holding
All my deepest darkest secrets
Like a letter from my younger self,
Saying
One day we won’t be scared of telling your parents too
-* m.p....
The Oakridge Tragedy Of 1984
_Her fingers branch_
_Every which way,_
_Like the tree_
_She perches_
_So enchantingly in._
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_Her body lies_
_Like lightning;_
_As twisted as_
_The silk ribbons_
_Weaved into_
_Her onyx hair._
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**The headline that morning in Oakridge reads:**
**“Woman Brutally Murdered and Woven Into Tree”**...
Half Glass Full
No longer cutting, I have to feel the small burn and sweaty palm, knowing what I did was wrong.
The whiskey I used to consume is no longer there; the burn of the alcohol masked the emptiness
No longer questioning who I am or who I’m not
I look to 988, knowing they have to let me speak my truth without needing to be ready for someone to feel defensive, as if they need to justify anything
Witnessing...
Glass
A million little shards, each reflecting and shimmering in the afternoon sun. Like a thousand little diamonds, he reached a trembling hand to touch one. It was so quiet, peaceful, not a cloud in the sky and yet. A breeze ruffled his hair, the flowers on the hill, the trees. He held the broken piece of glass admiring the beauty of the light radiating from it for moment. A car drove by shattering th...
Life
Life
What is this strange concept
Is it as simple as our hearts beating in our chests
Is it laying down at night to rest
But flowers do not rest
Neither do the leaves on the trees
So what is it then?
What connects the things that have life?
What connects us and them?
The answer
Is actually quite simple
It’s simple, yet so sad
To know that in order to be alive
You must also be able t...
Plant Sap
Tenderly,
Shoulders curved, neck arched
Over the glistening surface of a toilet bowl
Like a lily of the valley,
Your silent blossom,
Silent wilting.
Where are the others?
You suppose it's not the season;
Something must be wrong with you.
Nectar spills from your irises.
He takes his pick,
Tells you how sweet you are.
It soaks in;
For a moment he softens.
He is in love
With your body.
The bruises...
Your Love
Loving you is like a breath of fresh air
On an early spring morning.
Loving you is like a warm cup of coffee
On a cold winter day.
Loving you is the most important thing
I have ever done.
Each morning, I watch the crows caw
In the dreary landscape of the dead corn fields.
They peck at the ground in blind motion,
Like the way I used to walk through my life.
I would walk slowly down the path
No...
Disintegrate
Callisto could feel Al’s breath on her forehead. She looked up at them. “you know what the right thing to do is now?”
“I’m- aware of the humanoid practice that would fit here…” He offered a half smile “but it doesn’t seem appropriate, given our situation.”
“And why not?”
Al moved a little further away. “It’s often considered inappropriate.” They broke eye contact.
“Well if we feel similarly about ...