Writing Prompt

No one noticed her erratic behavior.

No one noticed that she wasn’t quite sane.

No one noticed when her anger boiled over.

No one noticed that she was in pain.

No one noticed when she felt the trigger.

When she hit the switch to ignite the flames.

They only noticed when the trouble was over.

They only noticed when the skies were gray.

The only realized when they found the letter.

It...

I don’t know how to control the fire that burns desperate in my soul.

My parents saw my power early on and have just recently discovered it’s grave danger just after my seventeenth birthday.

And so I am now in front of Flametrove’s gates, awaiting for my mentor.

As the old iron engraved doors screech open, a tall, muscular man, no older than the age of eighteen, approaches me with a bored look...

There’s a flame in his eyes, and you don’t like the flame

The flame, and the ignition you can never predict, is fun, but you don’t trust it

The flame’s not usually there, of course; he’s quiet usually

But the flame has come again, and now all you can do it watch it burn

He’s erratic, you muse to nobody

And you don’t like the flame

He hates the flame even more

He’s ashamed of the flame, and the t...

I could tell you this story but I fear what I’ll ignite.

A war, a fight, or a lover’s sweet spite.

And if I do I’ll be ashamed of my role in this story.

Even though it ends with me tasting glory.

I acted a fool, erratic, and cruel.

So I’ll let this story die with me and hide my treasures with a master key....

“Honey, the toast.”

“It’s your toast not mine”

“I’m tired, just get the toast!”

“Don’t speak to me like that!”

“I can speak to you however I like!”

“Your mother would be ashamed if she heard you.”

“No, she’d tell you to get the damn toast!”

“What’s with your erratic behavior today?”

“I’m tired. I want the beeping to stop. Get. The. Toast.”

“You get the toast!”

“Fine I’ll get the toast! Next time y...

There was always a reminder around to ignite the pain

It seemed like there was never a day where the anger would pour like rain

They would do everything they could to not

make them feel ashamed

But no matter what there was always going to be blame

They could try to help them from becoming erratic

By doing what they could to show they care by being emphatic...

There would be no going back after the blame

It was sure to ignite a dormant flame

Emotions erupted like an erratic volcano

It was bound to hurt anyone they may know

It hurt me to feel so ashamed

It felt as if I was the one to be blamed

I just want the fighting and pain to end

But I fear I may have made a new friend...

Anger.

It ignites you,

creating a forest fire

in your lungs.

It is impossible though,

to stop you once you

reach the point of true anger.

By that point,

you’re too erratic

to contain.

And the firefighters

must put their lives first

after all.

But then you die down,

and I can see

that you’re ashamed

of the burns

I am carefully wrapping

in the corner of our bathroom.

I see that you’re ashamed

...

Emotions erratic

Anger ignite

Ashamed at outburst...

I love you deeply

Because you ignite a flame inside of me.

You kiss me so sweetly

And my heart pounds with it’s erratic beats.

That’s just the way how I say I love you.

Though when we fight,

I feel ashamed for driving you away.

I cry angrily at myself during those nights,

But I know things will change by the next day.

It’s just the way that love works....