Writing Prompt

Do you know me?

Do I know you?

Have You seen me before in the stars?

Have I seen you before in the moon?

When have you lived here?

Where have I lived then?

Your soul, made of stardust

My soul, made of moonlight

I think you have lived here before

I think I have lived here before

Unique, you and I

Made of others, me and you

Puzzle of souls

Mosaic of hearts

Others in us

The two of us in others

I knew...

Am I myself?

I fear my emotions betray all those of whom I may be composed.

I am my parents when anger engulfs me.

I am my friends when in their company.

I learned from my teachers the worth of myself, some taught me to work and achieve, others determined I was not worth the effort.

I find myself curious in moments of solitude.

Am I an individual? Have I been making my own choices and living ...

She’s a little bit of everyone that she’s ever met

The funny thing is, she’s met no one like her yet.

Sometimes she cannot fathom the pieces of herself

All unique and scattered like forgotten books upon a shelf.

She’s always longed for someone whose pieces matched her own

It took her some time to realize that her mindset was all wrong.

Instead of searching for pieces that were the same as he...

Are we truly unique, or are we mosaics of every person we’ve known?

We are all individuals and are made up of different pieces of a mosaic from past loved ones.

Each loved one that passes on, leaves a different pieces whether that is one piece or many pieces.

Within those pieces are the pieces we make for ourselves as we breeze through life.

We are kind, thoughtful and loyal, most are but s...

A former monk seconded my saying

I’m the most settled I’ve ever been.

He went on to say, So what’s

wrong with us? What’s going

to happen next?

I seconded that sentiment.

I make a statement,

hopeful, optimistic;

he seconds it.

He reveals the shadow

of our givens;

and I second that. At least,

we agree to both statements

or do we? Depends

which one wins out.

He moved on away

from monastic life

y...

Sofia leaned against the old oak tree in the park, her journal open on her lap. It was one of those rare, still moments where the questions in her head quieted just enough to let her write. Today, though, the question she couldn’t shake was this: **Am I truly myself, or just a reflection of everyone I’ve met?**

The thought had started with a comment from her best friend, Liam. They’d been talking...

Another day in the universe

Another blimp in time

Another human walking in sync

Another person to try to be like

Am I unique

Am I my own

Are my thoughts my own

Or a fabrication of your life

Am I my own person

Maybe a relic of those I knew

A mixture of you and of me

To make what we know as friends....

we are surrounded by people every day

people who talk, laugh and interact with us

their opinions keeping us at bay

they influence us without making a fuss

an influence greater than personality

slowly forming the people we are

thus, gradually affecting our destiny

our morals observing from afar

the morality created by our own thoughts

inevitably fluctuating through lifetime

sparking interest, e...

are we mosaics

of everyone we’ve ever known?

or am I my own

to love and to hate

to blame myself for

all the mistakes I’ve ever made

is it just me?

what if

it’s heartbreak that made me

into the monster that I am

what if

it made me soft

and naive

what if

my laugh is from my father

and my tears from my mother

what if

who I am is not who I am at all?...

We are not making mosaics of every person we’ve ever known because we act different at childhood and that’s who we are children on the inside. We are unique when we are born and with our families we are all different in that we have our own flair or personality we love to copy our ff others but we have our own original style that comes from our nature and makes us unique....