Writing Prompt

I see your prompt, and raise you a poem that has nothing to do with it. Please enjoy:

When the end of days arrive,

By Macaulay Macaulay Culkin Culkin, will the chaos drive.

When magma springs from sacred rock,

To the bunkers the quackery shall flock.

Ding Ding Ding

And through the ‘sapien bare land and fog,

A man with a triangle has but a single job.

Though his sight was such a shock

He began t...

What is all this junk?

It is a cluttered mess.

Let’s throw all this out.

How can they live like this?...

As Arianne dusted the busts on the mantle, she thought of her grandparents. Not because they looked like the old men carved in white, but because the glamor of this place would have sickened them to their core. She was raised to be like them: minimalistic, only having the bare essentials. These people, though … Arianne had never been surrounded by such glamor. The lights above her hung in crystal ...

Don’t tell me I’m wrong

Don’t tell me I’m right

I don’t want to make choices

That determines death or life

I shouldn’t be my job

Yet here we are

Everyone says I’m at fault

But I’m not

So why are you just throwing

Accusations around

I challenge you

To try my life for some time

I throw on a smile

Pretend everything’s okay

Some see right through me

Others think I’m brave

All I know

Is th...

From ruby sparkling to inky violet Orc suede, exquisite shoes teetered in twisted stacks. Gossamer spider web scarves lighter than air tangled in the bedroom chandelier. Burbling with excuses and self recriminations the potential client hovered by my elbow as I took notes. A trio of three year olds raced into the bedroom, sprinting around the half made bed.

Laughing one waved a doll over her he...

After waking up in my camper I love seeing my nearly empty bedroom with the most beautiful view. People with such full spaces are so crowded and unorganized it makes me sick. I stand with pride recognizing my minimalist style. People often say

"how do you only live with the bare necessities?" I simply reply the same way every time, "I can't see how you can survive with it all!" I look drowsily at...

I’m only doing this for mum. I’m not accepting any money. My mum’s health hasn’t been great and what kind of son would I be than to leave her to own devices. I would rather be out there with nature, with the wild, with the spirits. But here I am cleaning this… ridiculously exceedingly unnecessary place.

How many cups does an increasingly immobile and socially awkward person that is my mum need? T...

How I went to the clouds with an airplane or with my dream ? I don’t know

but in the cloud I stay and it is insane , I feel like a spirit within a man , how to come down from the clouds and from this man is my goal

It’s a nasty science experiment without any goal...

“Of course he’d have a golden statue of himself” Eric shook his head, amused by the wasteful display of his bosses wealth....

The touch of the sheet on his fingers was like falling into a blancmange. A memory of Irish moss mixed with almonds and cream, a thought process lurking in his limbic system, older than his years.

Cold and crisp, yet also soft and silken, a forgetting and a remembering at the same time. Curious.

A sense of travelling over continents and time. Without knowing how he knew, he remembered that whit...