Writing Prompt

A thread is drawn from heart to heart, Delicate work, considered a timeless art

Love begins with silken strands That are crafted slowly by hand Merging two souls into one Life’s journey yet to become

Life has a way to change things quickly

Threads can pull, Threads can tear-

Cruel words replace The respect that was once there.

Hate emerges, creating a jagged thread, A tangled web of words unsaid.

When hate is introduced Your connection shattered Chaos and disorder remain

It binds and tears the love that was once there.

For every strand we choose to spin Becomes the bond that we live with

For love and hate, though worlds apart,

Are spun from the fabric from our heart.

So handle gently what you weave, The threads of life can be quick to leave.

I’m longing here Beneath the stars And hoping for a miracle. That one day The hate will fade And love will conquer all. I have this dream, That peace lies here, Covering the Earth In its warm embrace. I hope for a love For everyone That is unwavering in strength. Because when I wish Upon a star I feel tears burning in my eyes And I hear my pain Aching in my voice— Because all I’ve ever wanted Was to be loved Unconditionally By those who are Supposed to be My family.

You dont care about me nor my feelings you dont carry how I feel Do you?

You walk all over me You walk out For hours even days at a time

You throw stuff on me Cover me up Sit on me hurt me

You leave tears on me and the tissues too You leave me cold and hog the blankets for yourself

I have been here for you since you were a little kid we used to have such fun times

Now you stomp all over me and slam the door in my ears now you dont care about me

you leave me dirty please clean me i am covered in diet and dust left unloved

• Sencierly your bedroom floor

This was a prompt I saw on pinterest and felt like i needed to write it sorry if it doesn’t hold well with the actual prompt

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Another man’s treasure Is one man’s trash

What is gold for me Is absolute scraps To the whole majority

I came from yelling next door And stealing change For some shitty drink

Like some fiend to others But it was all I knew

It was filled with bitter romance Petals from a velvet rose Thorns to keep you far But hook you when your close Sour taste when it’s bitten If you didn’t know the difference Between loving and consuming So it keeps you at a distance It’s dissonant, relentless Tugging at your tension Mentioning this conflicition Will not bring it to repention It’s a constant repition On an in and out ignition To never stop its mission Because the toxins from your bite Will flood your intuition It’s an issue alright But you hate that you won’t fix it Because if you stopped your hate Your love will start miss it So the fuel to your engine Is a an issue you won’t mention Until the rose dies And it’s buried where two lovers left it.

Love and hate walk side by side,
Two shadows in the waning light,
One a whisper, soft and sweet,
The other with a growl of night.

Love blooms in the brightest dawn,
In soft embraces, warm and true,
It builds a bridge from heart to heart,
And colors life in every hue.

Hate, however, seethes in dark,
A silent storm within the breast,
It feeds on fear, on doubt, on pride,
And never lets the soul find rest.

Yet there are moments when they meet,
Their paths entwined by fate's decree,
When love turns cold and fades away,
Or hate gives in, sets anger free.

For love and hate are closer still
Than we might dare to understand,
Two sides of the same burning flame,
Two forces shaped by the same hand.

So as they cross, both fierce and fair,
And walk the line that fate has drawn,
They teach us all what hearts can bear
In light of love, in hate's dark dawn.

The flames lick and tickle I feel so warm I could sleep here forever Not too close Not too far Enough to light the way And cause no harm

The flames sting and sizzle I think I’m dying Ripped apart by the heat Consumed By the once gentle beast Charred and ugly I waste away in my suffering

The fire is gone I’m numb and I’m cold I miss being warm At least it hurts less Than the burning

It starts with acquaintance. It grows to learning. It quickly turns to words that ignore patience. Spoken from the head. Spoken from the heart.

Obsession is next. With wanted or unwanted thoughts always lingering. Thoughts that feed a burning flame. Thoughts that eventually turn to passion. An intense passion.

These thoughts can drive one mad.

Now tell me… Was it hatred? Or was it love?

A dichotomy is often seen With two meanings stuck in between Love and hatred is one of these Long long lost friends turned enemies

Opposites they say we are, but truly we have come so far_ _Repaired the wounds of our past And come together to make it last

Love is seen as warmth and peace Riddled with drama on a screen But true love often goes unseen Making those who want it scream

Hatred is seen as turmoil and revenge A son seeking to avenge But true hatred often is found in menge A crowd of encrusted feelings needing to cleanse

How easy it is, to turn from one to the other Oftentimes, enemies to lovers But see here our intricacies For love and hatred are cycle made by me

Hello, my name is identity.

Love Hate Love like the feathers of a dove Hate like a shard of a broken plate

Love Like the feathers of a dove no need to improve no need to be above

Hate Like the broken shards of a glass plate who can relate It is like a bad date

Love Hate like the feathers of a dove or the shards of a broken plate

All the pieces fit together You pick you choose which will you put together love or hate which will you choose