Writing Prompt

She never knew how to ask for help

Crying at night was the only thing that helped her pain

Her knowing that if she asked for help people would think she’s even dumber then she is

People never believed in her

So she started to think she would have no future

She wanted to prove people wrong but she didn’t know how, even when she tryed

Always feeling the people staring and judging everything abo...

I feel as though,

The clouds know,

When the bad news,

Is delivered slow.

Because the rain is cold,

And I’m weary now,

Maybe there is,

Relief for the rainbow.

But I don’t know,

Where I want to go,

When the road is dark,

And won’t follow me home,

The winds of change will rearrange,

You’ll find yourself in a different place,

You may be scared, it might get strange,

But I’ll always remain.

What h...

the negative news

never surprises me

about the murders

of wives, mothers, children

about the suicides

of husbands, sons, elderly

about the postal

and their sprees

and their bombs

because i am capable

of the same split-second

self-stabbing as Elliot Smith

and the same split-second

hanging as Bourdain

and what is scary is not

how angry or depressed

i/we can get so quickly

it’s how quickly...

muddy boots

big grin

soaked through

hair clinging

big towel

warm drink

crackling fire

sleepy blinks

window patter

cozy bed

soft snores

cuddling ted...

Storms have been the centre point of my life and my entire existance,

Constantly experiencing and delving deep in to...

Chaos and sudden upheaval,

Infinite debilitating breakages,

Complete carnage,

Intense bouts of dark clouds and deep emotions,

Sadness and grief,

Devastating heartbreak,

Deception & illusion,

Loneliness and neglect,

Abuse and terror.

Storms really have ruled and ran my en...

My moods seem to change with the tides

I do not find this contrary to my very nature

But to others I’m the epitome of contradiction

On my cool and casual surface

It seems as if I’m a soft and gentle rain,

A prayer that’s been answered

On a scorching hot day

Mr. Weather man ain’t saying nothing about a storm

He assumes just like the rest of em’…

The rain will pass by in the mornin’

But ...

Lightning hazel eyes

look deep into

Cloudy blue steel

Damp blond lashes

brush lightly against

Long ginger strands

Soft pink lips

reach longingly for

Soft pink lips

Freckle covered arms

wrap warmly around

Frail small waist

Oh redamancy,

your beauty is so

Perfect...

Staring at the wall,

Hand open wide,

Once in yours,

Every night you would call,

Your eyes washed over me like a tide,

Your doing fine by my source,

I wish that wasn't all,

Tv reruns of us where i bide,

You ate my heart as a course,

Drank my liberal mind in a glass tall,

While I tore yours open without remorse....

I’m really just using this prompt to journal something I’ve been thinking about, but I still will include the prompt because I think it’s a good metaphor.

I was just scrolling on my phone when I saw it. Someone’s pain posted to the world, but seen by less than ten. They said how they were suffering, how they didn’t want to be here anymore. It hurt to read. But what really broke my heart was that...

I’m done with all this anxiety bull shit

I want you and that’s it

Do you mean it

Do you really really mean it

I think you mean it

I’m not tweaking

You really bring me up inside

I need you to

I’m Feining

You’re so much more than a girl

You’re my best friend in the whole wide world

You’re my world

My whole wide world

You’re more than a girl

You’re my best friend in the whole wide world...