Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
POEM STARTER
Well-Known Secrets
Compose a poem with this title in mind.
Writings
**_The supposely annonymous secrets we know.
only if they told us,
in their smiles we would trust.
but no,
they keep everything hidden.
are they scared?
we don’t see a face when we look.
We see their past,
their now,
and what they’ll do next.
every secret crawls to the light.
Well yea that’s true.
either by gossip,
or maybe by trust.
But to someone we’re the light.
those well known secrets.
they...
The flowers know how they will die, the moment they come to life.
The trees know they will not live forever, but they know they will leave history behind for eternity.
The stars know nobody will ever really see them for who they were before, they know the light will come back even without them.
The sun knows all the screams of the night, she knows all the pain we pass on to the moonlight, she k...
For the narrative up coming, just know, I am neither mad nor sound. I hover somewhere in spaces, deeply unfound...
I had never ventured further, than the stages of my own reality. But I changed what mind I had, just a little, when it came to he. Simply stated, the stars shone for him at night. Never minding that darker scale, of what is wrong and never right.
Guilty me, as the night did deepen....
I took my head off
one Sunday.
Prayed for a
rainbow to
make it all okay.
Instead I’m left in
pools of blood, alone.
Where the gun
and wind blew
my mind that day,
I’ll never know...
When the void calls
my name.
It comes from a place
inside this empty
shell and frame...
Voided me,
trapped deep beneath.
The crazy scars of apathy.
I’m strangling words
and chewing time.
Still work...
Your eyes are useless and your souls all bent. Still you drag out your time, trying to figure out where your heart went. While it was broken and moaning, you found yourself in discontent. Finally realizing, the perfect day to die, just doesn’t exist yet…
You spooked your peers when you cut open your wrists. A thousand feet unable to carry you away from their judgmental fists. What a time to lay a...
When time
stopped waiting,
I felt frantic and alone.
Chaos wrapped
my inner voice,
as I fell and
broke my bones.
Oddly I remember
what it is to be haunted.
To be a stranger,
in the stranger times,
of misery unwanted.
Symphonies of meat,
always screaming
in my brain.
It’s no wonder that
I know what it’s like,
to go almost insane...
-HMG...
There’s a stranger in our bed.
She sleeps on the purple sheets you borrowed.
I hope you washed them.
She cuddles the plushie-your birthday gift from me.
There’s an imposter in our house.
He drinks out of your coffee cup from Grand Teton.
He takes it wrong.
There’s too much sugar and not enough cream.
There’s a stranger in your family photos.
She has a toddler with your eyes.
You call her ...
He rattles my soul, through out the shrill nights. Chewing, chomping; his memory gnawing me down to size...
I’ll create or I’ll destroy; it can’t matter much anymore. I’ll scream away the vengeance I need; if it means I even the score. I swallow drugs and whiskey, with the contempt in my heart. Sweet midnight dreams of me to thee; as I rip your throat apart. Oh, how the skies sing in a brand new ...
It’s never been deliberately stated
And the residual proof is muddied and faded
But we’ve all known it for a long time
My brain in all it’s oddities is not a fully sound mind
And it’s a well known “secret”
That I can’t come out and say it
Because the label makers would label me if I ever did
And my small group, we’re all nutty in the best way
We’ve learned to seek each other out
In groups we’re ...
Similar writing prompts
POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about false awakenings.
A false awakening is when you wake up within your own dream. Those who experience false awakenings do not realise they’ve woken up inside another dream.