Writing Prompt

Your actions lead to consequences.

How could I forget?

The cold clutches of mother nature, a hard and unforgiving fate.

Yes, she’s dead.

Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you belie...

Doing nothing wrong with my business when this bit at his face angry because the spit made his face dirty if felt stupid awful bullied pull down what you did not deserve you lashed out on to punch them.

That was horrible. It was nauseous. It had tiny acidic to it but it was the impression of the thought....

They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry.

They force him to change, then shame him for being different.

They belittle him, and wonder why he lives in solitude.

They ask him to do something, then get mad at the outcome.

It seems that no matter what he does, the reaction will always be the opposite.

He will never please, nor satisfy them all.

So he might as well just stick to himself a...

They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry.

They talk behind his back, then wonder why he is lonely.

They reject his love, then wonder why he’s cold-hearted.

They throw slurs at him, then wonder why he has now departed.

They push him to suicide, then wonder what really made him die.

They whisper in the stands, while his family continues to cry....

In todays day and age almost everything has become subjective. From entertainment, to what’s acceptable by society, to how one should carry himself. This used to be pretty cut and dry. A man was expected to be either mechanically useful, highly educated, or a combination of the two. Expected to work with his hands and be able to lead provide and protect. Now the same is expected without any level ...

They spit in his face, and wonder why he’s angry

Starve him to death, and wonder why he’s hungry

Beat him alive, and ask him why he’s bruised

Never show him love, and ask him who he’ll choose

They burn his skin, and laugh at his scars

Hurt him in the sun, so he likes the stars

Killed his spirit, and ask him to be alive

Wonders endlessly, so is this a life

Forced him to scream, so he never...

Westward lives a boy, blistered and blue as the sea. He sailed through the heights of life with a storm's cloud overhead--oh so turbulent were the waters--but he had the hope of a prophet and the patience of a saint to guide him through shipwreck when the hull was battered by calamity.

With his funny, fickle features, he ventured toward a belly of treasure that they'd called good fortune, cranin...

I should not be so angry.

“We spit in your King’s face, but he did not get angry!” People in the crowd taunted the knight.

I know. I know. That is why it is so frustrating. I do not want to be angry. But I am. I am angry that they are spitting at me. I am angry that I have not completed my mission. I am angry that I am angry. The King would not be angry. He was not angry. Even when th...

They always wonder why I’m angry,

yet they spit in my face uncontrollably.

I bite my tongue, refuse to be a hypocrite.

They may be, but I’m the opposite.

Is it not okay to have emotions?

I’m on earth, as a teenager caught in commotions.

Don’t let anyone else be angry,

but act like you’re five, and you can disagree?

Dang, I thought you respected me,

but you won’t even let me be angry.

Let me f...

You can’t light a match without expecting fire

You can’t go down a hill without climbing up

You can be loved without being liked

You can be hated with being disliked

You can’t spit in a face, then wonder why the person is angry

Common sense some don’t know...