Writing Prompt

I am losing my grip on reality

Everything is a

Lie

But every lie is based in

Truth

And every truth is made from

Reality

Now reality is

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Keep walking

Almost at the bus stop

Wait.

You don’t take the bus

You’ve never taken the bus before

WHERE AM-

“Where’s your mind?”

Your mother asks you

On the way to school

You’ve been listening to something

It’s not the noise blaring thr...

I walk quietly under the azure sky

The white cotton clouds holding dreams of promise.

Transforming with each passing whisper of time

I pause, mesmerized by the illusion,

As the clouds darken, twisting into something sinister

Foretelling of the maelstrom to come.

The sky fractures in grief,

As the gods weep a river of sadness

Obscuring dreams, flooded with regret

If only I had grasped the po...

The sky is cracking

Like my lips when I smile

Shatters of great blue

Fall by the mile

Reality shudders and breaks away too

Reality shudders as it shatters too...

When I wake,

The grainy static that sits overtop my thoughts delays momentarily

Blinking the sleep out, I struggle to contemplate over the scenes that played out in the night before they leave me completely,

Failed, so I get ready and walk out,

Hands in my pockets the grain seeps back in,

Nodding back and forth as the sleep tries to overtake, a flash breaks through, the world as if looking thr...

Within the vast expanse of brilliant blue,

Jagged fractures spread,

Through smudges of golden white,

As if the heavens hold a razor blade,

Slicing through the sky with great precision.

Each fissure, each crack,

A painful gaping wound,

Bleeding beams of light in golden rays,

Beautiful scars upon the skin of blue,

Where sun rays, like prying fingers,

Desperately push their way through.

Obliterate...

I always thought the sky was breathtaking

But I never thought it could look like this

The endless blue dome shattering into millions of shards right above me

When I was young and foolish,

I was told the atmosphere was made of gasses

But as pieces of sky crash down like glass shards,

I can see that’s not the truth

How can I be expected to stay strong and live through this pain

When even the ...

Wading freely, rapt in the spend of magic, where now only the shallows of the heart flow beneath. Where shadows play..drawn by the careful shape of an eye.

Seeing, where light shines no longer

Beating, the heart which bled asunder

Believing, that love still stirs hidden in a dream. With each scene spun silken and true....

I was on my way

When the sky started to crack

That weird chick was right...

“Okay, so it was barely there,” I shrug and give a nervous laugh. “It was seriously just my eyes. Right? Right. Stuff like that doesn’t happen, Miguel.”

Miguel sips his lukewarm coffee and shrugs as stiffly as I. “There have been reports of the sky glitching. Just as there have been UFO reports, Big Foot and Yeti. Shit, even the talking, walking, transforming werewolves.”

I stare for while and b...

Different levels, entrance to exist. Chaos is a matter of perception and persist…

A shifted moment of focus in the stars is changing the world; subtitle me Mars. Yet, I'm more terrified by this blank beneath my skin. The darkness that creeps along my grin. Consumed with rage, consumed by hell. The little starry scars that try to erase me, within my rotten shell...

Behind those clouds is where I’...