Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Door shut tightly, might the monsters come.
Write a poem which ends with this line. You may wish to interpret the 'monsters’ metaphorically rather than literally.
Writings
Things move on their own.
My math homework jumps from my backpack to the table and I don’t remember carrying it.
I blink and switch rooms,
Open my eyes somewhere else.
Items appear in my hands without me realizing.
The numbers sing a lullaby and the words scratch my skin,
My headphones choke the air from my lungs and my clothes hurt my ears,
Voices blur my vision and I feel
so…
...
Leaves fall on my head
Crunching as I tread
You hold my hand
Skin warm and tanned
Cold stares
You are their nightmare
I realize that you
Are evil it’s true
My friends told me
But i couldn’t believe the key
You took advantage of my soul
And I thought you were cool
As I stand alone
No smell of your cologne
No friends, no one
I won’t ever see the sun
It’s all your fault
You broke into my vault
St...
When the sun starts to set, and the darkness comes knocking, out come the stalkers, as they start stalking. The sun may be asleep, but the moon is wide awake. A cold, round light, leaves a cold, round ache. It may seem a dread, but night can be fun… if your door is shut tightly, might the monsters come....
_“Door shut tightly, monsters might come.”_
She whispered in my ear
I smiled and wiped away a stray tear
_“What monsters are there for you to worry about, my dear?”_
She shook and shivered in my arms
Barely a crack through the door
All I could hear was silence
And her brothers soft snore
_“Monsters, they come at night._
_They yell, scream, kick, and fight.”_
I nodded my head and held her tight
A...
Once stuffing food into my mouth
not caring about carbs
or calories
people around me
who liked to eat too
different spices
flavors
bursting on my tongue
until eighth grade
it was like
when everyone stopped wearing
our white uniform polo
i did too
i never cared about which was which
until everyone else did
lunchtime was my favorite time of day
where i got to laugh with my friends
and eat a full ...
Menedez twins were they
Blown their parents clean away
Spent their money
Living it up
Till they were caught
Menedez brothers
Shook them up
When they got locked up
Jail, doors shut tightly
In case the monsters come
Door shut tightly,
might the monsters come!...
Door shuts tightly , might the monster come .
Dwelling In the silence ready to succumb .
My heart wants to leave so it can grieve .
Don’t you hear the hum as it follows .
one two three it’s coming for me ....
I can never seem to sleep.
When I'm alone, there's nothing to silence the hurricane of thoughts in my head.
**You'll never be enough.**
_Why am I not enough?_
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**Nobody loves you.**__
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_Why does nobody love me?_
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I'm sitting up til sunrise, letting the circles under my eyes darken.
The monster isn't under my bed, but it rests upon it.
It doesn't think it's enough.
It doesn't thin...
Overthinking is my specialty
At night
When the world falls asleep
I sit and think
About everything that went wrong
About the things I said
Or didn’t say
Or the things I did
Or didn’t do
The problems that have no solution
And the differences things would make
If I could just build up enough confidence
To talk to her
I know I can’t do anything about it now
It’s too late
There’s no going bac...
You keep the quilt pressed close to a sweating forehead,
The golden light on to scare the dark
Yet you jump at the sound of the mechanical lark.
Your wild eyes are forced open
In a terrified trance you cannot deny
You pray that no wolf will jump for sheep over a fence so high.
The lark screeches like an owl in the night
Twelve chimes it shrieks
And your heart leaps twelve times.
The creak and ...