Writing Prompt

All that glitters is not gold

With the shimmering in my mind

The desire in my blood

With what once felt like freedom

Now feels like a prison I can’t escape from

It’s been years since I’ve seen the Dust in the palms of my hands

But I still feel the jump of flying the moment I close my eyes

It’s an addiction I’ll never grow out of

A fall I’ll never fly away from

A life I’ll never get ba...

All that glitters is not gold.

You don't know what happens behind closed doors.

Family photos full of smiling faces.

Faces that look down at you with disappointment.

Shattered glass.

Yelling.

What's wrong with you?!

_What's wrong with me?_

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I don't know how to decipher my own emotions.

Am I angry? Am I hurt?

_Will I ever be happy?_ __

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You used to be such a good kid.

What happe...

In youth, I yearned for grown-up days,

For freedom's call and adult ways.

Then 18 came, and I was grown.

So I set forth, to make the world my own.

I wish I had known those were the golden years,

When worries were scarce, and there was nothing to fear.

The world was a canvas waiting to be painted,

My heart was innocent, pure, and not tainted.

But the rush of time brought truth to light,

With eve...

All that glitters is not gold.

Is what the counselor consoled .

To the lad who wished to be bold .

Like the heroes he knew of old.

Finding wonders to behold.

Seeking treasures to withhold.

And to finally fit the mould .

Of a person uncontrolled .

Or, so that’s what he was told .

By the voices that cajoled.

Never once fortold.

Of the events that would unfold.

Of the hunger and the ...

All that glitters is not gold

Midas sparingly slits his wrists

The prophecy soon to be foretold

An age of bronze achingly persists

Doctors frantically rush to his aid

Maids begin reaching the next of kin

Relatives come to enact their charade

The feast of wolves is ready to begin

Treachery abounds as the master is tended

Serving interests that are wholly their own

Machinations sewn and knees ...

All that glitters is not gold

Like the charming guy at the bar

He looks pretty and beautiful and bold

But he’ll flirt with you and take it too far

He wants the women with the pretty confidence

The tough outfits

He twirls his hair

Hits on the misfits

They feel wanted like they never have before

Now the misfits have been used

Because men like that only want one thing

All that glitters is not go...

All that glitters is not gold

Not the light that hits your eye

Not the stories that you’ve told

Not the colors of your lies

Little white or big and red

Shining with the tears they’ve wrought

Love slain, strangled, and shot dead

Illuminates the times we’ve fought

All that glitters is not gold

I wish I could blink back our past

And never let our love unfold

A lie is never built to last...

All that glitters is not gold

And you dare to close your eyes

All those stories seldom told

Turn into a bunch of lies

All that glitters is not gold

When it turns to stormy skies

In your hands a life you hold

It will die despite your tries

All that glitters is not gold

When your talents turn to rust

And your memories get old

And you are tired of trust

All that glitters is not gold

You’re done ma...

All that glitters is not gold.

She thinks shes in style

She can barely walk a mile

limit reached and now she’s old

Polish what you will, you’ll still be outdated

She has the talent to be loud and frustrate

One day, she’ll soon realize she’s to late...

All that glitters is not gold

All that is white is not pure

All that lies in darkness is not bad

All that are alone are not lonely

Not everything is as would seem at first glance...