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Walking down aisle four Disturbing passers by with my Intensely growling thunder-like, Three-days-I-haven’t-eaten, and Angry-as-a-beaten-beast demeanor.
Not knowing what I’m searching for. The food looks lovely. Take your pick. The shelves are full. I guess it’s good. But empty pockets tickle me these days. Which I don’t fancy, if I’m being honest.
I’d give a crap and take a crab If I came down from People magazine’s front page. My frownsome days blur into one now at the speed of light. Those jeans are sitting really nicely On such a tight condition.
Well that was quite sufficient, I would reckon. Such fancy, posh rendition. With empty pockets coming in. I’m leaving with an empty gaze. You know -
Just one of those - Blue or a white - it doesn’t matter Collar days.
Rinse and repeat?
Let me refresh the page.
There are things that you can’t get past Things that you can’t unclasp Things that hold you back from moving on And keep you from the finish line
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You all have them in your mind A deal A break Something that seems to make a bind
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A deal breaker A bone of contention The elephant in the room The ultimate sticking point
Looking into his eyes We shake hands. A promise so delicate It's my heart he demands. He was quite the taker.
Months pass, time flies I walk in, her body under his commands My heart has been suffocate He shot to kill, and it lands He was quite the deal breaker.
Yet I stay through all the lies The love we built somehow stands One night he does something I could not replicate He saw a bug and hid in his hands That was quite the deal breaker.
I am the kind of person who Makes judgements about everything I see others do I'm sorry, I swear it's not my intention To subject your every move to my dissection There are just certain things in this world that give me the ick And when I notice I can't help but want to get out quick Things like lying and cheating and also Dallas Cowboys fans Or people who can't communicate and never wash their hands Being selfish and unreliable also bug me so This one might be petty, but people who walk slow People who go through life on top of the world oh so cocky Another petty one here, but they can't not like Rocky To me, certain views mean quite a great deal If someone wasn't kind to you, how would you feel? Some final deal breakers for me? Well let's see. I take some solace in knowing some of you may agree That double standards and disrespect are an automatic goodbye And one final petty one, if they only wear jeans from Levi Well now that you know some of my deal breakers I'll open it up to the floor, any takers?
In love, in life, the lines are drawn, The quiet hills we’ll never dawn. A whispered no, a firm refrain, The rules we keep to shield from pain.
No trust, no care, no honest light, The shadowed truths that steal the night. Disrespect that cuts too deep, Promises made, yet none to keep.
Cruelty cloaked in clever guise, A lack of heart behind kind eyes. When passion’s flame turns cold and weak, And words are sharp where love should speak.
The selfish path, the thoughtless act, The silent blame, the twisted tact. A dream that shrinks instead of grows, A door that shuts, a heart that knows.
These are the weights, the heavy chains, The deal breakers, the boundless pains. For love, though boundless, knows its worth, And holds its ground upon this earth.
A penny tossed, a pinky promised, hand against my heart and fingers crossed.
A deal struck, in spit, blood and favors. A sworn oath, head bent and hands outstretched.
But you didn’t tell me about last afternoon, when you split that man’s head open like a crazed loon. Fair folk such as I, don’t do deals with cheats, liars and butchers. So take back this dirty deal, you scourge and scoundrel.
To the dogs take those who walk through this earth, breaking deals upon deals like the broken necks they deal in.
A promise fractured, a line crossed, a deal breaker, and deal broken.
(I tried🫠)
I am done with you With all of what you put me through Our relationship has not been much fun Which is why I am done
I cannot believe what you did to me You made me feel hopeless and so down You made me feel worthless and worse than dirt in the ground I felt like I was trapped, like I could never be free
I was just stuck, not going anywhere Feeling like I have too much to bear While I’m with you here With your constant lack of cheer
That drives me so mad That makes me feel so empty Making me feel that everything is so bad And are always preventing me from what I can be
You made me be so miserable and hateful I cannot bother with you Because of who you are and what you do to me, too Making me suffer with a darkened soul
I am done with you With all of what you put me through Our relationship has not been much fun Which is why I am done
We had a childish deal in the eyes of others. For us it meant everything. It was the motivation to attend school every Monday morning. A reason to keep on living until the next week.
We would share thoughts about our favorite show. Every Monday after a new episode came out. You were the only friend who I shared this passion with.
A short friendship, but meaningful. We had so little memories, and it hurts because there’s not much I can remember of you. You always joked about wanting to leave, though deep down you ment every word you said. I wished I had taken it seriously.
It’s been 2 years since I started talking to the empty chair in my room. Telling it how amazing the new episode was. Hoping you would be sitting in that chair, listening to me.
We all do it We all go through life, Not really thinking of what’s not okay for us
We always think about what we want What we need What we desire
But we never truly think into The things that we truly don’t want The deal breakers of our lives.
Like, have you ever thought What are my deal breakers? What am I not okay with?
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