Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
"Everything is just as it is meant to be."
Use this as the closing line of a poem in any style.
Writings
I get up in the morning Get all dressed up and ready The picture perfect person With a beautiful little life I sit all alone But will achieve greatness Because that’s what’s expected I get all A+s Anything less is a failure I’m polite and quite quiet The model student And when school is over And all extracurriculars are done I go back home Straight to my room I take off the facade I sit there and stare I only eat at school Just to be normal At home I just sit In the darkness and silence Sometimes I cry Others I scream On occasions I cut But don’t be alarmed Everything is just As it is meant to be
I am the madame of this brothel. I will whore out my visions For the price of gullibility.
I am not being sensitive— I am mourning my stolen youth.
The world my father left behind, For us to squawk at any ole fool willing to pay a schilling to gawk, Stinks of swine, burning at the stake Though they wear the skin of elistist scum.
I can tell you the future—
White shirts, black ties, red lipstick stains—
Business casual For transactional pleasure.
He’ll slip something in her drink As she slips off her coat And he plants the seed for his invasive species to infiltrate her ecosystem,
Creeks running brown That used to be as clear as my crystal ball. And her bloating body miles upstream, Floating face-down.
The newspapers will call her Jane Doe And he’ll go back to his six figure salary And his house on a hill.
He’ll still be respectable And we’ll always be disposable.
Everything is just as it is meant to be.
The moment in time Where everything’s fine It doesn’t matter what is Just that it is
The curl out of place Or the mismatched of socks A tear in a jacket Or a scar on an arm
The things out of place Make it all seem so nice It doesn’t mater what is Just that it is
The tear in a paper Or the train just so late A hole in the road Or toast burnt to a crisp
Things just awry And you don’t need to try It doesn’t matter what is Just that it is
The wrong kind of donut Or a customer’s late A missed piece of work Or a troubled worn day
It makes life so perfect In every which way Everything is just As it is meant to be
In the beginning, AllFather created Mist. From Mist came Love, Love wanted Everything, Every Nook and Cranny of the Cosmos.
AllFather willed Love into Humans, And Humans revered in It, They changed for It, Killed for It, Love became Everything. And in the end, Everything is just as it is meant to be.
As much as I want things to change That is something that can’t be arranged
I look into the sky hoping the stars could wait For me to go back and change the way I behaved
Sometimes I wonder if I did this to myself Or maybe it was my pushing wealth
Perhaps someday they will know that I miss them And know I didn’t mean to push them under my thumb
As much as I want to erase me Everything is just as it’s meant to be
It’s 10 P.M. The city is dark We’re on the highway doing 70 on a 45 The windows are down It’s 65 degrees outside The wind is blowing my hair all over the place MARINA and Paramore are blaring through the speakers My best friends is beside me We don’t talk We just sing And suddenly it occurs to me Everything is just as it is meant to be.
THE FEELING OF FREEDOM Expressing my feelings towards you has proven to be a challenge as I search for the right words to adequately convey the depth of my emotions. Being in your presence brings me a feeling of liberation, as I admire your kind and attentive nature. While navigating through various obstacles, we also share moments that bond us. It is essential for us to remain authentic and share our true feelings openly. Let's delve into these emotions together. It may simply be about expressing my feelings, but it is worth the time and effort. The feeling of freedom that you provide is something I have longed for. It may not embody all of these aspects with you, but explaining my emotions is necessary so l must do.
THE SENSE OF LIBERATION Keeping it to oneself, with only the mutual respect that has always existed. Just requiring some encouraging words and a listening ear. Speaking sincerely without hesitation. Not wanting anything to disrupt the sense of liberation.
Sharing my sentiments with you has been difficult as I strive to find the appropriate words to express the intensity of my feelings. Your presence brings me a sense of freedom, appreciating your caring and attentive demeanor. Amidst challenges, we form a connection that brings us closer.
It is important for us to stay true to ourselves and openly share our true emotions. Let's explore these feelings together. It may seem like a simple act to express how we feel, but it is worthwhile. The sense of liberation that you offer is something I have been yearning for. It may not encompass all of these qualities with you, but it is necessary for me to articulate my emotions.
THE SENSE OF FREEDOM. Every thing is as it’s meant to be! Thank you for bringing Freedom to me.
The crows are flying delightfully
The trees passing by with each lyric in my ear
It all passes smoothly
In the wicked light above I watch as it dims
It recedes from every leaf and petal
It lessens the black of my irises
The blue and the green and the grey
Everything is just as it is meant to be