Writing Prompt

I work so hard Both day and night Obey your rules Fallow your wishes

I work so hard To earn your praise For you to love me And be proud

I work so hard But in the end No matter what I do I will never be good enough for you

Silence echoes throughs my skull Unanswered questions dance in an angry mind Here I sit wishing for something colorful For this I wait, answers I will find

It occurred to Tom that there were fundamentally two ways to look at the world. One way was a narrow ditch with high walls, channelling him through to an inevitable future. The other an open field or meadow, brimming with life, options and possibilities.

He preferred the second way though it scared him as he felt it gave him more responsibility. “ I am the captain of my soul,” he thought and yet at the same time there were forces at work out of his control. This field though vast still had boundaries. “ if there is a God.” Thought Tom. “ I am not him.”

The revelation It might just break me You aren’t a hero Who’s come to save me

You’re the one who lost And came back after years Was lucky enough to win After all our tears

The revelation It’s starting to break me You aren’t a hero Who came to save me

You’re just ordinary And that should be fine You’re just a mom I love you ‘cause you’re mine

But the revelation It’s broken me You aren’t a hero Who came to save me

As much as I love you And want you nearby I needed you to be perfect And that makes me cry

Cause the revelation That you just aren’t enough for me I needed you to be perfect But you aren’t, and it’s broken me

“The vibrant blood that pumps through the abyss Would also want to be taken down by it”, You’d whisper and let me at bay.

“This sap is brought together by mirth and bliss And a little bit of the most alive and unfit”, Your ghost now is the one to say.

“You old fool, there’s something terribly amiss Could the firmament’s child want to split?”, I’d mumble, falling apart like clay.

“How could cognizant haemogoblin dismiss Heavens’s sweetest allure and whit?”, I’d say in disarray.

“I’m no true misfit, but for a forgotten kiss, My body trembles and seeks the hit”, I’d glimpse depths and betray.

“The truth is the same whether you’re remiss Or a souldier against wild wills, do admit”, You’d say to me and pray.

But I’m exhausted inside My head . Can’t think . straight Drowning out. The voices And the demons in my mind Can’t stop overthinking

Bout what should of been What could of been us But I had to mess it all up

Got an angels spark But a devils heart

Wicked and wise Yet heartless at times I cry. Behind these blinds. In thses times of silence To block out the noises In my head and my heart You where the one Not because of your charm But because of your heart I know loves stupid sum Times sinking ship In the ocean of tears I would weep in my sleep

The lavender haze of a twenty-something smile. The conqac insomniac, with the Hollywood profile. Kiss her snowdrop skin. Let her fall. Let her win.

**My heart once full of life ** **Ever flowing ** With the warmth of love **But now frozen solid ** **Like a river in the dead of winter ** **My only friend the wind ** Who never stops to say hello **But whisk furiously through me ** **O how i miss the warm sun **

**But cold and dead I shall remain **

"Just Remember"

Bye Bye, It’s a Miracle Cry Do you ever feel the pain?
You’ve got this, anytime.

Time, time, running, ticking—
A while, just remember me all the time.
You’ll be alright.

Just ride, ride, looking up at the sky,
Watching birds flying in a peaceful life.

Life, life, when love is colorblind,
Hiding this feeling every day,
It’s hard to know why.

• Alexandra Lasco

Sitting in this desolate room as I think Boredom and exhaustion at my feet I wake in somber of leaving my rest My bed that hugs me like a teddy bear Oh how I wish to stay and wallow in my own filth To pour my eyes out and complain about trivial work School has me stressed and I want to bedridden But, oh, would that be an insult to those who are? I am lucky to have a warm bed and roof over my head I am so lucky to have two loving parents who want to save my pretty little head It tastes sour to relate pretty to myself If that is self hate then I shall cry Cry and weep because that is how pitiful I am

I stare at the ceiling I reach out to it even though I know I cannot reach Not unless I stand up Move! Wake up! Snap out of it! You are not that weak Are you so shameful that you can’t see who you are You are strong and brilliant only as you see fit If you keep in the dark you will never meet the light You will go blind Get up and take those few steps Turn on the light See your hand and you face Look at it and don’t look with grotesque

I open my eyes Staring into space but there is nothing to look at Not until I make it right Make something to see other than your blurred vision That’s it! You lack control You feel that you lack dominance of yourself You lack the confidence “You must take control of your life to have one” That’s what I say now Such realization have gotten me out the bed Gotten me to study what I hate Gave me light where I thought there was only dark