Writing Prompt

In sacrificing all I had to give

I thought to make him my whole word

Year my efforts only made it clear

He was looking for another girl.

I hope to be the chosen one

His greatest desire above all things

But he left me for a chance

Leaving my heart pulled,with sorrow he brings.

My family grew anxious for my well being,

For me was my sanctuary,the ease to my pain

Until the moment he chose to leave ...

spiraled down an endless hall

the light at the end of the tunnel was so near

yet it was impossible to reach

it moved further and further as you chased it

the sweat built up on your forehead

a tingling sensation in your fingers

a chill crawled up your spine

a snake tightened around your neck

your vision went blurry and then to black

dry lips because you chewed too hard

sore throat because you yelle...

a chill had started to spread

over the inches of my body

a fire had already been lit

you cursed everybody

of your own femininity

oh, how you’re scared

i would have laughed sooner

but oh, how i cared

because we were friends

or so we used to say

but friends don’t kill your soul

each and every day

and i tolerated it for so long

probably could for some more

but some things i can’t forgive

you’re ro...

Okay so I need to admit something. I liked a boy. So much. I liked him in first and second grade, and then I liked him in 4 again. I also liked him in 5th grade. Now it is 6th.

I don’t know why I liked him so much. Like half my life. He is weird. He has bad teeth and stupid hair. He doesn’t have a phone. He is basically an ipad kid.

While me, I wear lululemon. I have a phone, and lots of friends...

I hate summer.

I hate the stifling warmth.

I hate how I can’t breathe.

I know that makes no sense to you.

Why would it?

I’m not like you.

Why can’t you see that?

We’re two separate people.

We have two separate pasts,

Two separate memories,

Two separate personalities.

We have two separate dreams and wishes.

Two separate hopes and fears.

I love winter.

I love the clear air.

I love how I can breath...

I walk through the dark street, light poles on.

I hold onto my jacket. A chill passes through me, making goosebumps run up my back. The lights flicker, my eyes grow wide. I turn my head left and right.

“ No! Not right now, not again! “

I whisper, trembling.

Then the voices start pounding in my head, once again.

“ Your wrong “

“ nobody likes you “

“ you can’t even speak to someone witho...

We are breaking we are breaking we are breaking.

It doesn’t matter how much I love you.

It doesn’t matter how much I thought you loved me.

You really did, didn’t you?

Once upon a time, you really did love me, right?

Do you still love me?

Can you still even stand me?

Or do you just find me ‘annoying’?

Does it hurt to look at me, when you remember how perfect we once were?

Do you even remember that?...

Fingers down my spine, whispers in the night. I hear footsteps, voices. I hear the dead speak. Raised hair, static electricity pops through the atmosphere. Thunder roars overhead, rolling across black, cloudless sky.

The chills start, small goosebumps race up my limbs and down my spine. I breathe out slow, closing my eyes against the whispers. He gets louder, his lips curled at my ear.

Through t...

The cold seeped into my bones,

Resting it’s frozen fingers beneath my skin—

My heartbeat slows,

The coldness smiles as it seems to win

My fingers go numb

And my tears threaten ice;

What is this cold life

That is nothing but a vice?

Shakes tremble through my body

Like drums singing above.

My knees buckle onto the white snow,

Though it’s not soft like that of a dove

Pain courses through my bo...

Midnight dreams, beyond the quarry,

Reminisce in all your glory:

Love is gone, the war is won.

Time to leave: hang up the gun.

Cold breezes sneak through unopened doors,

Not unlike those winter nights in the moors.

Jump to the windows to see it again,

But there is only one time that you can win.

At the window of eternity, the window is warm,

But this time it is hot: it is time for a storm.

Sitti...