Writing Prompt

Only one place, nowhere it’s like home.

Only one path, there, to lead you home.

Only one word, to make you want back home.

Only one time, you choose where to belong.

Only one day, to see how life goes on,

Only one breath, you will never know

That for only one home, you will want it all....

On a bitterly cold Christmas Eve in the bustling city, the streets were adorned with festive lights and the cheerful hum of holiday songs. Yet, beneath this veneer of joy, there were those for whom the season was just another battle for survival. Among them were two men—Daniel and Sam, two beggars with nothing but the clothes on their backs and each other.

Daniel, an older man with a weathered fa...

A beggar is hungry and seeks to find shelter and food

There was nothing to loot

Somebody had to foot the bill

Nobody at the till

So no stomachs to fill

Nobody to kill

So they mill around the bread

Until they blead

The beggars fled

Until the bread turned to lead

Never got fed...

Just a beggar

telling another beggar

where to find bread

No—— a baker beggar

showing a basic beggar

how to bake bread

wait….

give a man bread

and he’ll make an air sandwich

teach a man to bread

and he’ll bread forever

if you give man to a bread

it’ll make a man sammich

if you teach a bread to man

it’ll run for president

Yeah, t...

Enslaved to the dirt

From the moment of birth.

Do we only live to die

And unite with the earth?

A spec on the canvas.

A fraction of infinity.

What’s the point to all this

When it ends so quickly?

We wander this world,

With a hole in our chest.

Can we pack this infinite void

With the things we love best?

Once we think we’re more full than others

We pride ourselves to help the ill fed.

But aren’t...

Just one beggar

Telling another beggar

Where to find bread

And a lettuce head

Up the street my friend

Then we begin again

Sling for money

So but bread and honey

It’s a fruitful procession

We make our confession

We will never get rich

But we are not digging a ditch...

Wisdom is parasitical

People are far too critical

Nothing is to be done

For none of us have won

If one of us gives up and starves

If we don’t make peace and share

How can we proudly bear

The spoils of our smarts

The coinage of our hearts

When others too fight the same

It’s selfish to survive

When together we could thrive

Our defenses override

Must set barriers aside

Opening minds can open ey...

I walked down the road as casually as I could manage. My anxiety was rampaging through my head as each person brushed past me.

There are too many of them. Too many, too many, too many.

I was diagnosed with social anxiety when i was only little. Now it has heightened and become worse.

The only person I talk to is my boyfriend because he understand why i am the way i am. My mother doesn’t know....

His tummy rumbles as his stomach is empty, starved he gives his last can of tuna to his dog as he knew the dog needed it more than him. As the man starts to sleep, he gets woken up by a man waving bread at him and telling him to check the dumpster for some extra bread. He checks, a gold mine....

It was rough in the streets. Headlights like markers highlighting the incessant drizzle while rats scuttled away from the noise of screeching tyres and car horns and the smell of burning fuel. Dirt-smeared and cold-chapped fingers finding solace in the crackling sound of a dumpster fire. Hair-framed lips almost touching wool-domed heads. Gloved-hands shaking gloveless hands. An outsider crossing t...