Writing Prompt

Emptiness begins to inflate my heart

My bones rumble—

This is the inevitable.

Self-preservation blinded me to the warmth

exuding out of every pore,

a testament of willing allegiance

mistakenly taken as content.

I didn’t feel the hunger,

didn’t see your eyes

as an extension of your mouth.

You wanted consent to hunt me,

be your sheep—

Something I didn’t understand

until I watched your hunger fade...

you are a mosaic of borrowed light and shadow,

fragments pressed into your skin by hands you loved—

a mother’s lullaby in the tremor of your voice,

a friend’s laughter etched into your bones,

old regrets sharp as glass at your feet.

you stand at the edge of that scatter—

cupping each shard in open palms,

choosing which edges to soften,

which colors to let gleam,

which wounds to smooth with time.

...

What’s the real definition of a brother

Relation by blood

Or relation by color

Or relation by struggle

The raven seperated from the dove

The raven separated by the dove

Oh what have we become

The black sheep’s created

Because

Society makes them feel like they ain’t enough

Murder happens becomes humanity

Lacks empathy

Murder happens because the number one

priority

in a man’s life

Is ...

our fight to assimilate has changed our very beings

trading what we could of been

for what we long to be

trading our individuality for a cliche version of what we are _supposed_ to be

Say what they want you to say

Do what they want you to do

It’s just a mask

It’s just a mask

It’s just a mask

But it’s getting glued to your face

slowly every time you put it on

Can you take it off now?...

That gut wrenching Feeling

That day, a whisper in my gut,

A feeling strange, a restless rut.

A fear of losing—something unknown,

A silent ache, a seed sown.

I called it hormones, brushed it away,

Held my baby, made it through the day.

Five days past birth, raw and weak,

Yet something lingered—I couldn’t speak.

He dozed off, Netflix aglow,

I reached for his phone, just to close.

But there it was...

Stasis report- 576

PEACE-

•rare occurrence

•Usually occurs only at one’s death

•Highly valued, (If It could be bought, it would cost more than gold)

•Commonly mistaken for numbness

•Always being searched for, never being found

•Has different definitions According to different people

•Not granted too frequently to people

•Never granted to me...

Through the darkness and the chains,

the shadows, the shackles and the cage.

Serects are kept

Lies are told

Souls are sold

Wishing I had someone to hold

Trying to become whole

Nobody knows me

Never have

Just think they can relate and that everything is great

Searching for an escape

Waiting for the spaceship to fly away

Why are my thoughts so gray

They say there’s always a price to pay

W...

Time stands still in the moments of dread,

When regrets, loss, and words not said,

Mistakes puncture the existence of time,

All in slow motion, a never ending crime,

Haunting the mind is the ‘should of’ and ‘if only’,

Never allowing peace and leaves one so lonely,

The rest of days, tormented with guilt and shame,

Anger and bitter, who is the one to blame?

Suddenly, something comes flooding i...

The old man told me

if I wanted to get free

The only way out

was to turn right at the tree

I promise I listened

I swear that I did

I took heart his words

And turned as he’d said

But I did not find my way

I have not made it home

My feet are stuck in circles

On the beaten path I roam

There’s the stone I’ve passed

For the umpteenth time

I know I’ve been tricked

I don’t know why

I sit on th...

In a world so dark and gloomy

We need a ray of light

To penetrate our cobwebs

And chase away the fright

We need something new

Something never known before

We need a solution

That will make our wounds less sore

The crys of our people

Can be heard throughout the night

Our Kingdom is filled with sorrow

It is a terrible sight

I look over the ocean

I see something wash ashore

It is a message in a b...