Writing Prompt

The robin flaps her wings and lands on the sill just outside the window

The endless streams of light and water pour in despite attempts at plugging the holes

Math seems futile in a moment like this one

Captured

Enraptured

The empty space makes sounds in the rafters like echoes in my mind

The scratch of pen and ink on papers next to me, but not mine

I'm lost in the sounds

Rhythmic

Intrinsic

The ne...

I struggle to breathe life into lines,

The pen heavy with stagnation,

Each stroke a weary sigh.

Abruptly it leaps from my grip,

Spins and twirls, then vaults off the desk.

Once ink, my writing becomes threads of gold,

Enfolding me in their fraying grasp,

Caressing my ear, pouring their secrets,

navigating me like the North star.

The gold threads lift me up,

Intertwined with the creases of my a...

white fluffy clouds

it would have white fluffy clouds

as soft and as silky as

cotton candy strands that

dance around my dreams and wrap

me up into a soft, cozy blanket

i would have light blue window shades

that cover me in darkness and

keep out the graphite darkness from

the storm clouds outside

the rain would do a little

tap dance on my windows,

the pitter-patters

a reminder that i am safe a...

I just wasn’t sharp

Couldn’t focus so I caused trouble

And the teacher glared

Soon I became aware

While most kids took a test I doodled

And the teacher glared

These exams realized on memory

I had none so I withdrew instead

And the teacher glared

Along about fourth grade I matured

Boys and men wanted to touch me

And the teacher glared

And I could pick the bad boys

It’s easier to ditch class

...

Scratch, scratch, scratch,

Mark, Mark, Mark,

Erase, erase, erase.

If only life were that simple.

If only we were all,

Just pages blank and white.

And every time we were marked or scratched by life,

We could just,

Erase, erase, erase.

But I am not blank white paper,

And you are not a pencil.

You, my love, RN ink pen,

That cannot be erased.

Bleeding your ink,

All over my body,

All ove...

A.

C.

A.

B.

D.

A.

A.

A.

Rows of circles,

Each the same.

C.

Tiny little letters

That tell no stories.

D.

E.

It’s raining.

There’s a gentle pattering,

Then it speeds up,

Then slows down,

Then up,

Then down.

A.

Perhaps there’s a princess,

Out there in the rain.

Maybe she’s cold,

Maybe she’s wet,

Maybe she’s knocking,

Hoping for sanctuary,

And not seeing

That this is a prison.

A prison…

Maybe th...

The real test is in life:

Does mythology create reality?

Burdens of truth always

seem to fly higher than the rest.

A love, a death; these two

emotions are really the same.

Are they not?

Madness seems a better choice,

if choice is truly given.

So many years spent asleep,

but it wasn't deep enough.

But to crave the dark,

the quiet shards,

the havoc of release;

Does that make one insane?

...

endless patterns, four choices, 15 different ways to fuck up.

the seat is cold

I hear the constant tapping of

Lead pencils from my peers. Papers turning like crashing waves;

the clock ticking, my heart

begins to Match the rhythm;

slow and steady, the palms of my hands creating small pools of sweat.

slippery skin unable to grasp what is asked of me. I begin to slip deep into my mind,

The ro...

My eyes dart across a page

But I don’t see the words.

My body may be here

But in my mind I’m far away

Dancing

Singing

Laughing

Magic flowing from my finger tips

Not worrying about

If I pass or fail....

Money makes the world go round

Or so my father told me

If you can’t find prestigious work

You’ll live in poverty

I understand his message

Much of living has a cost

But monetary motivation

On my puerile mind is lost

I dream longingly of travel

Reaching galaxies unknown

Swimming seas and climbing mountains

The entire earth my home

I dream of art unfettered

Creativity uncontrolled

I dream of m...