Writing Prompt

After all the atom bombs,

After all the flames,

Somehow we’re still here.

The willows still weep

And the ivy still grows.

We’re all still here.

Millions of widows,

Billions alone.

But somehow

Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window....

The melody of morning birds, once a joyous serenade,

Now echoes a love lost, a heart tattered and frayed.

We’d wake tangled in sunlight, your smile the waking dawn,

But now, these empty sheets whisper of what has gone.

The world spins on its axis, oblivious to my plight,

Bathed in the same sunshine, yet shrouded in endless night.

Each chirp a memory, a fluttering of your touch,

A bittersweet sym...

whenever i think about it, it feels like a fever dream

hiding somewhere under a willow tree

climb the ladder to gaze over the canopy

i remember when i was young, this was my escape

still obtains my trinkets, the baby blue colored drapes

a portal to my past, caught up in a limbo

still today, the song of birds can be heard outside the window...

The birds outside my window sing songs

The most beautiful ones to hear

But they never decided to last long

And soon we were brought back to fear

The songs drowned out the screams

If there’s anywhere you will find me

It is begging them to come for me in my dreams

As i grew older the birds kept singing

Though it became hard to hear

My ears never stopped ringing

But the birds kept on breath...

The world has both brightened and darkened

I hold onto the precious parts that keep me moving the sky seems ready to crash and still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window...

Do you remember holding each other as the birds sang sweet notes?

Do you miss watching them dance from the window like there was no more tension between you and I?

Could you feel when your touch became cold?

Or when hesitation drove me away? Dragging me by my ankles as I struggled to grab onto anything to keep me from leaving.

Eventually I stopped grasping onto walls or cracks in the floor b...

Do you remember, when you laid next to me

Soft cotton on our skin

Entangled in one another

The sun would begin to peak through the curtains

Our lips would greet before we began to speak

Do you remember, the sound of morning

Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window...

the morning we met

the birds were singing

the days went by

and i was thinking

you might be the one

but then it started clicking

you don’t want me

still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window...

it is human nature to long for flight

icarus,

his father,

soaring over the sea

we dream of falling

we dream of flying

and still,

today

the sound of birds can be heard outside our windows...

So the war rages on,

An internal cyclone whipping up emotions,

Little voice begs for it to soon be gone,

Demonic shrieking causing commotions.

‘Tis the storm of the decade,

Out of control with no way back,

Trembling afraid,

A complete character attack.

Yet somewhere out there,

Peace lurks with the cool morning light,

Waiting for the moment to show someone cares,

Never coming, an eternal night....