Writing Prompt

_*authors note: it’s not gonna rhyme_

I often wonder if I’ve lost myself,

It probably sounds funny to say it like that.

But it’s true.

I’m sure that I’ve lost myself somewhere,

in the deep parts of me in the last few years.

It’s odd.

Becuase I know a part of me is still there,

but not fully.

And I always try to search deep down inside of me, hoping, praying to just be me again.

And I see...

Love is a flower

Unfolding by the hour

And with each new petal

My devotion grows and gains great power

I’m meeting him over and over again

He tells me new things

Of what happened when

Of who he had been

Before we exchanged rings

Everyday I’m learning something new

From what he says

And what he can do

Time and again

When our moments are few

He can take one and one and make two

The man I tho...

Rediscovery is a beautiful thing,

Seeing something once does not mean you really saw,

You can see something a hundred times,

But if you look closer each time,

If you have a different perspective each time,

If you are at a different place in your life each time,

If you are in a different mood even,

I bet you will see something new or deeper or more profound,

We don’t always need new experiences,

W...

In the heart of the quiet, forgotten town,

Where streets are silent and sound,

A soul returns with memories brown,

From the archaic past, lost dreams are found.

Once, long ago, this place was home,

With laughter ringing through every door,

Now wandering, a heart does roam,

In search of what was lost before.

So let the journey, gentle, guide,

Through paths that once were known so well,

In redisco...

When I was eleven, I kissed a boy.

We starred in the school show.

He was bold, I was coy.

His name was Matteo.

After the play, we met backstage.

Did I know what it meant

to kiss a boy at that age?

The detention was well spent.

He left school before long.

My heart ached, not to know why.

I knew how I felt was wrong

that I was in love with a guy.

Years and years away, I'm a man.

A wife with ch...

Hard working boy,

With dreams in mind,

Nothing can stop his footstep.

Incident has happened,

Nearly took away his life;

Negative comes out,

Lazy,

Complaining,

Doesn’t matter how the life goes…

For years never changed,

Until one day, a striking news!

Drowned dreams starting to emerge.

He want to come back,

Top of the mountain,

Where he had been before.

Changing the whole,

Hard,

But with happy a...

Sometimes I sit in my room, going through boxes of things i've long since forgotten about.

i'll pull out an old sketch, or maybe a letter, and i'll think of you.

Old memories stick with me forever, sitting dusty in my closet until I find them again, years later.

And my mind always goes back to you....

It’s hard to describe where things started - the beginning of things just disappeared. Always believing I was afraid of time continuing to move forward but the past is what I mostly fear. Every step towards happiness taking me a step further from being happy. Continuously reliving unpleasant events in my mind causing me to view the world as crappy. Repeatedly asking myself, why am I here - why me ...

He tore me down,

Trampled on my trust.

A permanent feature became a frown.

My life became unjust.

My self esteem declined,

And now I am lost.

My love for you I can not find,

What was the cost?

The cost of loving you,

Was losing myself.

What can I do?

When I’m stuck on the highest shelf.

I need to be my own lover,

Myself,I need to rediscover....

Beyond these four walls around me

There is a world of kind

There are all the things about me

I’m still yet to find

And I won’t linger

Cause I’m more than just a loss

I’m more than a finger

And there’s so much yet to cross

And I’ll have to leave behind

The shape of a footprint

To read between the lines

And shades of my fingerprint

I’m more than a boundary

I am the dream

Of the other s...