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POEM STARTER
Submitted by an anonymous Daily Prompt user.
"It was all becoming real."
Use this as the closing line of a poem in any style.
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Curtains closed, lights off
Darkness reigns supreme
Slithering, silent and deadly
Depression creeps into the heart
Lonely woman paralyzed
Eyes ache, screen lights hurt
Gaze empty, head lolled back
Drained, hopeless
Life in monotony
Months circling, world evading
Brief moments of feeling
Dragged out by family
Caustic remarks
Hope leeched
Life in monotony
A trip, a moment, a vision
Excitement, p...
The seals have been printed across coral lines
Here I am sipping tea with the divine.
Why fuzzy images become a clearer vision.
I’m almost there, I can taste it, I can dream, feel, and be in such a time to see it unfold.
The way this world spins make me feel jaggered.
Yet you have me flattered.
••
Breathe.
Did I forget to do that.
Even now these words might seem random
But in my mind it has its...
He touched her skin,
The color of milk chocolate
Ever so tenderly
And her lips seemed to beckon him forward
She touched his skin
The color of a full apricot
And his body seemed to scream
“I’m yours!”
They leaned in close
And teenage fantasies
Came into play
As their lips touched
They didn’t care
If it looked
Or felt
Or _was_ right
They didn’t care about tomorrow
Our last week
Or an hour ago
E...
I snuck a peek at him as his fingers brushed my hand.
So softly
Ever so softly
I looked over at him, hands gripping the wheel, blue eyes fixed on the road ahead.
So focused
Ever so focused
I gazed up at him as he talked to the guy at the counter.
“We want a large popcorn and an iced slushy.”
He turned towards me and caught my eye.
He smiled a little.
So slightly
Ever so slightly
I ...
They knew the day would come —
And so did she.
The guiding timepost was around
that Wednesday, when a sudden
and neurotic shift
has started hitting her,
for no apparent reason.
While something else, with
quite a spicy twist, no less,
just started hitting fan.
She would refer to this
back in her memory —
again, again...
and then —
She would have liked to say
they would be "mi...
Of course there are the fantasies
The nagging wants in the back of the mind
Leave this place
Burn your bridges
You don’t need these people
This place
This hateful
Sick
Place
But survival is the most demanding instinct
And the world is against you
It is set up that way
I never thought of myself as one to get trapped
It was always my nightmare to be strangled by obligation
But it is all ...
It’s finally happening.
It’s all becoming real.
The things that everyone said was just me.
Just me overthinking,
Thinking the worst.
Constant negativity.
But this time the worst happened.
This time all my overthinking was worth it.
Me being negative finally paid off.
And all those optimistic losers never saw it coming....
I laughed,
I mocked,
I grinned,
I scoffed,
I knew,
These palmists are of charlatans, of fakes,
To lose my job, my friends, my love, my life,
This surely will not come to pass for truth.
Her wizened eyes which held my gaze could not,
By sight or thought compel these slights to come.
The first call came, I grabbed my phone to see,
It was my boss who told to me, their need
of me was lost. A fluke, c...
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