Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
After The Storm
Using any form of poetry, write about an emotion as if it were a storm.
Writings
Asking For Help
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...
Nihilistic Blue
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...
lightening crashes
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...
After The Storm..
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...
Calm Before The Storm
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 ...
Reruns
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....
Stranger On The Internet
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...
Happy (10/10)
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...