Writing Prompt

In the tempest of his words,

A storm brews, sharp and relentless,

Each syllable a dagger of ice,

Piercing deep, freezing the marrow.

I stand, a wounded warrior,

Firm in my rebellion,

Each unspoken emotion, a shield,

Against the fury of his hands.

His anger crashes like waves against,

The cliffs of my composure,

Yet within, a quiet tremor rumbles,

A fracture in my porcelain mask...

A man the age of 24,

A man who will take no more,

Unbeknownst, steps through a door.

In an endless hell,

Sex will keep things sweet,

But escape remains a distant feat,

A broken heart, a heavy beat.

The hands of fallen, the gaze of all,

He stands tall, over bodies sprawled.

Yesterday he took a life,

Laid the man down and removed the knife,

Death’s taste lingered, bland and cold as ice.

Bullet...

The boat has sunk,

And it’s rotten boards are doused.

The mold is covering the edges,

While the sails are wrenched apart.

And as the waves return to the sea,

So the words give way to silence.

The boat is no longer sinking,

Yet the sand is pulling it down....

There is nothing left to say,

the salt’s burned through it all

i...

And now the pungent tang

mocks my stinging nose

never...

My pains are for your recompense

These wounds were overdue

thought...

And as the waves return to the sea...

Nothing left to give to me,

I’ve died trying to save me,

I’ve died trying to save we,

Many places I could be,

Wasted time without the sight to see,

I walk the beach to feel free,

Capturing the waves before they flee,

And as the waves crash the sea,

I began to lose proper guidance,

So my words give way to silence....

Despite obstacle

Chosen is he in winning

Treacherous waters

swam he made it to

The shores of the Great IAM kan

glorious mighty

Victorious one

Trust Israelite Hebrew man

that's a must righteous

& as the waves return

To the sea so the words do

give way to silence...

The waves were high and words on the street was they can print

And print and print and print they did

Naked they were, to show the world they gave it all , in return for the paper with the stamp, of the kings of their land

Tired they were but they can still go on , it seem it wasn’t enough for mother nature to relax

As silence is all they want but chaos is all they get

I saw it in a dream...

Depression is a funny thing.

It comes in large crashing waves,

then settles into to a captivating,

slow rhythm.

One moment you are getting pulled out to sea, and the next you are floating.

All is quiet,

and you feel comfortable,

bathing in your numbness.

As the waves return to the sea,

the words give way to silence....

The outline of your jaw

tells me stories I spend days questioning.

Your tongue, my mind

makers of their own demise.

All I ever ask for is honesty-

When the dark parts of you

encased your spine

leaving you without a backbone

I was still here, holding you up.

But you chose deceit instead of honor.

These lies they spill from your mouth

like the trickling of a well

and I am consumed by the ...

The sun sets in the West,

While the moon raises in the East.

What do we see next,

Do we sit for our supper feast?

The sky shines a deep blue

The house dimly lit

It’s just me and you

In front of a fire, coffee we sip.

I open to you as you open to me.

Sitting together enjoying the night’s brilliance.

And as the waves return to the sea,

So the words give way to silence.

Tessa🦋...