Writing Prompt

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One more chance

Just another month

See if they care

I know they don’t

I have no friends

I’ve really tried

My families absent

Gone all the time

One more chance

Just another week

Things will change

Someone will see me

And be my friend

I won’t be invisible

The pain will end

It will all be ok

One more chance

Just another day

To make sure I’m right

To go away

No one will notice

That’s still t...

(This is a poem not a story, and it’s me not my brother lol)

Streets

Cars rushing by

No traffic lights in sight

Cracks and bumps

So wide

Every step

Feels like a hike

Babies wailing

Beggars pleading

Pedestrians crowding

The narrow, deep

Never ending alleys

Brown,

Orange,

White,

Fluffy,

Furry,

Tiny

Cats

At every turn

Searching for a home

Or even just a friend

Here I am

Wavering back and forth...

I was a fighter.

I am a soldier.

I will be a survivor.

The battles I fought,

The war I thought was finished,

The peace I had so hoped for,

Gone.

No, it hadn’t disappeared.

Something can’t disappear if it was never there.

Only now I realise.

But oh,

How beautiful was the feeling I had when I thought,

That all that time I fought had been for a reason,

For a good outcome.

But oh, how tragic,

T...

I am not a fighter.

I am not a warrior.

I do not charge into battle,

Blades drawn.

And I certainly don’t come out a hero.

I am not a legend,

Not a heroine of tales and myths.

I do not encounter death and despair,

Do not raise my sword and torch to face it.

I am not powerful,

Not brave or strong.

I am not a fighter.

I am a survivor.

I endure.

Where others might gather knives and swords,

I draw my ...

All things considered, Kian was unhappy. Being chosen for a once in a lifetime opportunity should make him feel good. He was, but not really. With his whole life crumbling at his feet, he has bigger issues to worry about. I mean, not really. His “bigger issues” have been weighing down on him for years. He just can’t get over the past. Part of him hoped that the job was dangerous. Part of him hoped...

There’s something inside me

I can feel it travelling down

My oesophagus, my throat.

The idea of something

From outside my body

Choking me from the inside

Just. I want to cough it up

Cough it out. Into the toilet

At 12:00 am. Night.

I can feel it settle. Stomach bug.

Hopefully hydrochloric acid burns it away

The grease, the shame

Or have it leave the way it came

There's something in my body

It's ...

i fail. i fail again, and again, again, over and over. no matter how hard i try, no matter how many times i try, it doesn’t work.

_thats it, _i realize,_ i can’t do this._ i give up. _almost. _maybe, if i try one more time, it’ll work.

it doesn’t. not everything is easy, like in stories. not everything is possible....

_Crash_

I swear I hear that sound.

I swear I feel the impact.

When I fall,

It breaks apart everything.

And then I glue the shattered glass together,

And then I paint over the scars.

And then…

I swear I get better!

I wake up one morning,

Confident,

Happy,

Alive.

And I _want_ to get better.

Those days,

Those moments…

They’re wonderful.

And then they slip away,

Like every other good thing I’ve ever ...

Sometimes in a hospital, silence is a voice, the strangest noise. Reprogrammed with buzzers and beeping machines, noise is etched into our brains as a constant focus. I don’t think that will ever go. I will miss the silence though.

I hadn’t thought I would miss it here, I was so focused on leaving it all behind that I forgot to realise what it was I was walking away from. It was a community, a h...

Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause

No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit

I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved

I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worr...