Writing Prompt

Sound is a gift a special sense

That allows us to connect to feel immense

We can experience the world around

Just by listening to the sound

The laughter of a child so pure and bright

The waves crashing onto the shore at night

Birds chirping at the crack of dawn

A gentle breeze ruffling leaves in the early morn

The sound of music that stirs the heart

Feeding the soul that’s been torn apart

Whi...

Colours melt and molde,

Into something to uphold.

Bursts of yellow, shining bright,

Swaths of blue, dark as night.

Patterns of purple, swaying happily along,

Strokes of orange, repeating danger’s thrilling song.

Dots of red, for every misfortune shed,

Drops of black, dreams that ended up dead.

Splatters of green, showing the forest’s size,

Puddles of pink, the heart is the prize.

Colours arch acro...

Touch and feel the water on your skin

Feel it cascade over your body like a great big slippery paw massaging your entire being

Release your worries and entrust your life to the humble bubble of this great body of water as each droplet soothes your skin

Close your eyes and let your body sink deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of this refreshing substance

Forget yourself as the water open...

The clouds are capturing the light,

The garden that surrounds me is green and vibrant,

The cars parked are covered by little droplets of rain,

The ground is clean, but worn.

The lights are dim, but noticeable.

My clothes feel fitted onto my body.

My hair is tightly pulled back out of my face.

My bracelets are slightly too tight on my wrist.

My socks are on perfectly, just how I need them.

I can ...

Feeling the flowers reach

From my lungs to my throat

I realize my time is up

My eyes squint

At the blinding sun

As its rays peek through the trees

The boy I love runs to my side

His cries of desperation echoing in my ears

Cradling my limp body in his arms

A rose reaches out of my throat

And blooms from my lips

Its thorns prickling my tongue

Death stands over me, waiting

And I close my eyes...

Faint, like that of a butterflies wings

as it sucks nectar from a flower.

Thrumming of electrical wires

running energy and power throughout the house.

The noises of living life are all around.

In the chirp of cicadas at night

and the robust hum of garbage trucks in the morning.

If you let the external sounds drop off,

you will hear the resonance of yourself.

The beating of your heart.

The AC kic...

Flowers in a meadow

bring sweet perfumes to the air.

Just as chocolate does to a dinner party

and antiseptic to an operating room.

A certain smell will take you back to when you were young

But never able to express it to another.

Wishing you could bottle it

Preserve the memory.

Keeping it fresh in your mind

as a time machine to your past.

Laying next to your sleeping dog, take a whiff.

Coffee br...

I prefer physical touch,

It’s my love language.

In my eyes we can love easier

I can know you love me by holding me

Especially in the winter.

I love physical touch and I want you to as well.

I love you with my heart and soul.

(To my fictional characters)...

From the sensitive tips of fingers and toes

To the inner arm and under knees.

Touch is love

is comfort and vulnerability.

You are sensing the world around you

In this very moment

your body recognizes the pressure at your back

as a hand of a loved one,

and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up

as a thrilling chill rushes through you.

Nerve endings always processing

while you go about your d...

Thoughts of food boggle the mind

And make the mouth watery for it.

Just a taste. A crumb, perhaps.

Sour, sweet, bitter, salty, savory

The apex of worlds colliding together

in the kitchen to build an experience

that transcends the tastebud’s ability to perform.

Creams and crusts take you across the world

along with tender juices from meats of all regions.

Without having to travel,

You are able to...