Writing Prompt

The time passes,

Pain paints days.

Processing to

Pretend.

Tears, kept

Behind closed doors.

The point?

They probably know,

People don’t

Tell the truth though.

*Bro this is so short, but I don’t know what else to write. This prompt is so hard!!!!!! As always, have a great day!*...

There are different times for everyone

That go with one’s life, one’s growth

Going back to where they first walked

To where they take their last breath

Different times for different things

To happen, to cause, to change

To progress, to make, to end

That is until a new time starts and it all repeats...

Pop

Pin prick to cosmos

Timeless to tempo

Dilation to coalescence

Dust to cloud to planet

Crash

Collisions, collapses, chaos

Time

Time

Time

Pool

Carbon to compound

Chemistry to biology

Bacteria to backbone to breath

Bees, Crocodiles, dinosaurs

Crash

Time

Time

Time

Growth

Divergence by populations

Catching prey

Dodging trouble

Camouflage, tooth, poison, claw

Tools, tribes, tech

People

Time

Time

T...

Those dim dropouts

Don’t deserve their gigantic pads

They boast

They brag

They keep pressing buttons

Bring good people down

Best believe that

Don’t think they don’t

Downright despicable

That’s them

But damn they dress great!...

Poor pathetic Penelope persisted to teach ten trillion killer King Kong Koalas barely before Breaking Bad

Damn Daniel damaged Gods great glory by binding brothers together through the pastors present path. Keep kosher knights...

Ding dong dash

Back down the dusty path

Tuck behind bushes...

Puddles dance

Beneath kids boots

Droplets dive and

Then take root

Growth begins

Sprouts push through

Concrete paths

Dandelions bloom

Stems grasped

Between kids palms

Beaming grins

Blowing gently upon

Dandelion tufts make

Dreams take flight

Spreading hope

To others delight...

She talks to the ground.

He digs her a ditch,

Pushes her in

And backs out quick.

She cries quiet on her own

As he laughs out loud,

Talking for the world

To hear every sound.

Power to the rich,

Who doesn’t walk on her ground.

Power to the tough,

Who never back down.

She lifts up her head,

From down in the ground,

Power in her fists,

She wants to punch it out.

He takes out his fists,

As she lift...

Dawn’s brittle bubble cracks its

crazed crystal chipping into my dream

turning past the coming day

deep bone tired I crave to dip,

diving, dunking back into the cradle of drowsiness

to drift peaceful but

plummeting backwards I wake shattered

turning treading in my bed of coarse frit

I lurch and re-knit ready to

grit through another day of personal kintsugi

another day of glittery lacquer barely...

Popping drinks,

party time,

pop tunes and

packed pews.

Pirates,

parrots,

patches.

Dress up time!

Purple plumes,

pyromaniacs,

popsicles and

playgrounds.

Pop!

POW!

Pit-a-patter.

Party time....