Writing Prompt

I crawl through the dirt, the mist and grime. On hands and knees I creep ever closer to the great mosolium. I castle of death, centered around this vast and full cemetary. The stench of death perfectly mixed with the moisture of the air assaults my nose, overwhelming as it is, I continue on. Crawling passed graves and crypts. Each looking ancient and forgotten, dirty and barely legible. I see the ...

No matter where you are or what youre going through, always believe that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Just choose to focus on one thing at a time. Speak your truth even if your voice shakes. As time passes, nobody stays the same, but some people will still tell you that you have changed. Circumstances will direct you, correct you, and perfect you over time. When you get older you'll ...

I was sad , worried , scared. As I walked into the eerie and Tretchorus graveyard . This is where my dad lay ....

Walking down the path,

Where the moonlight collides with the cracked pavement.

Looking at the lights

That barely shed light on my way to you.

Finding my way down,

I sit by your grave.

The leaves slowly drift down my face.

As I shed a few tears

And walk down the path,

I think of all the beautiful memories

That we could never have—

Whilst walking down this path....

Whether it is the first cringe of morning or the final yawn of twilight, I have no clue. My methods of time-telling have long since been lost. It’s possible that all ties to time fell through humanity’s cracks, evidently they didn’t last long after I rested my head.

I’d figured as much, waiting in that place was a sign sure as any that it was merging closer and closer to what I had known before.

...

A puff of mist from her lips as she made her way up the hill—

Once filled with laughter and the suns warmth,

Now stricken with the freeze of departure.

When the headstone came into view, her heart clenched, and her knees buckled.

Harsh was the winter snow against her skin.

“By a crows caw, and you still curse me.”

She whispers in disdain, the tear that slips down her cheek and the weather kisse...

I love that girl

Her smile

Her eyes

Her mouth

Her jaw

Her forehead

Her odd hairline

I love her energy

Her positivity

Her brightness

I love when she comes up to me

Happy to see me

Happy to be with me

I love that I’m important to her

That she cares about me

That she values me

I love her effort

How hard she tries

For everyone in her life

I love her confidence

Her attitude

Her unpredictability...

I have a choice

Stay where i am

Or go to the light

It’s cold where i am

It’s dark

It’s lonely

But i can still be visited by my family

If i go to the sunshine

I can’t see them anymore

I can’t feel their touch

I can’t feel their tears on me

I can’t hear them begging me to wake up

Do i want to wake up

It seems so nice to be on the other side

But is it worth losing everything

This is the ...

The tunnel gallows my way of life.

I deceased over 3 years ago and still not

crossed over the light.

Or maybe my ancestors brought me back from the grave.

I relive my attempt night and day

A cold hand seeps into my wound.

Or is it holding mine?

Nobody is there, nobody cares.

But she, my spirit never came for the tomb.

Ever since I forced myself out of the womb

I regret burning every bridge I w...

They call it the Altar of the Graveyard

Gorgeously haunting

Tragically reminiscing

Here’s to new memories

‘Till death do us part’ they chant,

But the bodies beneath differ;

Becoming one with the roots

And complete with another

All that entered knew they’d never return

They’d fall to the soil

Knees brown,

Face pale,

The candles ahead lighting

their demise enscribed on the tombstones

and written i...