Writing Prompt

Hushed whispered and crackling flames Marshmellows sweetening the air One long night, out in who knows where

Tucked in bright tents Dappling the field The fire is out, not a sound is near

Strange creatures howl And birds fly in pairs One long night, out in who knows where

You hear snuffling outside the tents walls Unable to breath, you make yourself small There you sit the rest of the night, your body frozen but your soul alive

Heart racing depleats as the morning sun rises It scares all away, no more suprises You pack up your things, tossing them without care Never again a long night, out in who knows where

I’m flipping and turning And my heart is burning I can’t even breath I even forgot how it felt to be free Why must I always feel this pain Yet I never get to feel any gain Why did you ever teach me to love? If you were just gonna shoot me down like a dove Now I can’t sleep Now I never want to eat Now all I get are nightmares All because your not there I’m drenched in sweat My eyes are wet Their wet with tears All because your not near Why don’t you get that I need you? And that’s nothing but true You mean everything to me So why did you have to leave? These are my thoughts when I am out of sight. These were my thoughts One Long Night

In 1999, I left all I knew, and looking up, the moon came, too.

In 2003, I lost innocence, and the moon has glowed brighter ever since.

In 2007, I stayed up all night, and the moon began to tell me about its own long night.

In 2009, I found the endless night, and the moon joined me as I started one long night.

One long night she lay on her bed, fake energy rushing through her brain keeping legs jittering, fingers tapping she looked back and saw her.

The girl with purple hair and golden nails who walked every day with a purpose. Lolly pops, sunsets, songs she wrote herself. The curios one who had her life in together, a clutter free room, and a straight path to her goals.

Looking around she saw a girl, with a lighter hanging from her grip, blinds shutting out the sunlight, frozen memories stuck around her with leering faces. A desk overflowing with gum wrappers, music oozing wringing her creativity out of her, thick clouds of perfume to hide the stench of a decaying soul.

The house is silent The snoring and stirring of a parent The bathroom tiles are ice Against my warm but bloody thighs.

In the morning they will find me Soaked in blood and misery They’ll worry where they went wrong And I’ll tell them if I could The things and things among. My voice would quiver and break As my hand leaves letters in its wake. Apologetic and sincere As my time grows thinner.

Id write about the long night And the rising sun light A bright sky I’d never see I’d leave them with a plea A plea to forgive my selfishness.

The full moon hangs high In this cold clear sky Illuminating the earth below With its magical silvery glow Three witches dressed in black With a cackle as their soundtrack Soaring through the sky Faster and faster they did fly On their enchanted broomsticks Each one carrying a bag of tricks The oldest witch, a wizened crone With white hair the colour of moonstone Her beady eyes gleaming in the moonlight As she swoops and dives leaving all in fright Casting spells on the earth below Watching as her magic did flow The second witch from middle age stock With a wild mane of red flowing lock Her cackle echoed through the night air Quite a formidable pair As she balanced a large cauldron Stirring in all the contents until the job was done The youngest witch a young woman with black hair Had pale freckled skin whose cackle she did share She grinned mischievously Her eyes glittered solitiously Flying through the night sky Casting potions in the wink of her eye As the dawn broke over the horizon The witches realised they didn’t mean to frighten So they pooled their magic together Unleashing something powerful and clever A spell that transformed them into a flock of ravens With a loud caw they took to the heavens Leaving a trail of swirling smoke Calling to the mind to evoke Keep your doors tightly shut and lock The witches will be back just listen for the knock.

Too much Too much Too much Too much I’ll cry my lonely tears

Too much Too much Too much Too much I’ll cry where no one hears

Too much Too much Too much Too much Up will rise my fears

Too much Too much Too much Too much Until sorrow is a gear

Too much Too much Too much Too much My world is becoming sheer

Too much Too much Too much Too much I’ll cry my lonely tears

We all have days where everything is just too much and all you can do is cry alone on the bathroom floor. Sometimes those days feel like their our last, that there is no tomorrow. But there is. There is always a tomorrow. I don’t care if the world is burning, if the sky is falling. Even after the most devastating wildfires there is always a small tree. Be that small tree. Cry on that floor, cry all you want. But in the morning, wake. Wake for the wind in your hair, the smell of the flowers, the songs of the birds.

Thank you for reading, I love you guys so much❤️❤️❤️

One long night ago, I read a book.

It was a great book, with a good story.

But one long night ago, I read two books.

They were great books, with good stories.

But a book isn't just great

A book is amazing

A book is beautiful

A book is getting trapped inside the story

A book is thought provoking

A book is something you want to read the next book for

And one long night ago, my eyes danced to the end of every page

Driven by each and every idea.

Mesmerized from what the character said or did

It was a trance, I was caught in.

Books make a person feel and, oh sure did I feel.

One long night ago, I cried. in pain.

My emotions were on high, every page filled my soul.

So books are more than great.

And if a book is great, it's not even a book at all.

Just some paper with words.

But aren't all books just that?

No. Not in a million years.

Books are way more than that. Like how people are,

your loved one, is more than just a person.

But we're all people,

So don't judge my signed marriage to a book or character.

It you truly read a book, you wouldn't judge a bit.

One long night ago, I read two:

amazing beautiful get trapped inside the story thought provoking I wanted to read the next book for

books.

I don’t know how to feel anymore Just waiting for you to open the door

Why should I continue waiting? Why shouldn’t I be hating?

It’s really late at night My mind is beginning to fright

The shadows crawl, whispering in my ear Echoes of despair, my deepest fear

The darkness envelops, a suffocating shroud My thoughts spiral, lost in the crowd

Each moment feels like eternity Trapped in this cycle of uncertainty

The night stretches on, an endless abyss Lost in my thoughts, I reminisce

But dawn will break, a sliver of light A chance to start anew, to end the fight

For even in the darkest hour There’s hope, a seed, a fragile flower

So I’ll hold on, through this endless night Knowing that soon, I’ll see the light.

How do you sleep when the sky is screaming? How can you dream when the clouds are teeming With water that beats on the outside wall In torrents of great flooding waterfalls?

How do you rest when the air is flashing With brilliant light through the darkness gashing? The blinds on your windows are no match For luminous reflections on the silver latch

How do you nap with the sonic boom Like a drum line performing inside of your room? With perfect rhythm that wakes you each time Your eyes finally close and you think you are fine

There’s no way to sleep with a raging storm Even with pillows cool and blankets so warm Just pull over your shoulders the covers more tight And accept that it’s going to be a long night