Writing Prompt

Love is the lie that keeps us alive…

My dreams fell short in the dark

Sinkable, broken, lost

I reach for you every day but I catch air

I would catch you and we would be together

And I would be with you.

I imagine me and and you making

Surgar cookies together and watching

Migrating birds fly over the land

Their shadows would reign on us

I would be with you

In a thunderstorm, you would hold on

To...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

So maybe I haven't been living.

All my poems are repetitive.

I'm not like other writers with beautiful vocabulary that makes people swoon.

My poems have no rhythm.

They're jarring, just like my emotions.

They're chaotic, lacking a singular focus.

How do I explain in poetic terms how I miss you?

Do I say that your melodic laugh danced across my ears li...

i had a friend once.. she claimed to know the truth about justin beiber .. pretending to be a fan. it was the same ever time. time after time. “have you heard the new jb song.” she would scream, “ it’s my #fav 🤣🤣” she would laugh. i don’t know why she laughed.. that’s what fake fans do the fakest of the fans . she would even pick julien baker as the best jb sometimes. one day i realised she was ...

Love is a lie that keeps us alive

Take a deep breath,

Come swim, take a dive.

Drown in the depths of a coital embrace

Cater to the waves

While you forget your own face.

Pretend it uplifts,

That your love truly inspires,

All the while managing a million small fires.

Paint on that smile,

Put on that mask,

Praying that no one,

someone,

anyone,

will ask....

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

What we believe seems to be true,

Too many ways to lie we can’t uphold.

We still believe there are true loves,

What we taught since childhood,

What we long for....

Love is the lie that keeps us alive

Its the match to our flame

It’s the blue to our sky

Love is the lie that we all have felt

Given and taken

From somebody else

Love is the lie that makes us believe

There is something in this world

Something bigger for me

What if the lie isn’t the love

What if it’s the people we know

The ones we belove?

Maybe we need the love to live

Maybe we need the people ...

Love is like a lie that keeps us alive. Like believing theirs a higher power out there that can hear our prayers and save us from this hopeless existence we live. Death will become of us all, death feels no bias or pity. It takes whom ever no matter the skin or religion or whatever. Death is the horrible truth and love is the sweetest of lies.

Something most of society ideally ignores or chooses ...

I have no doubt cross my mind her eyes his same as mine she really loves me the same way I do I love it less. dearest woman. my heart is whole. I found. I think about myself. I love you more than above the world anything hopes and dreams where I believe that always be not interfere your mind I seen because I always thinking of him...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

It catches the string of our shirt

As we jump for the edge

Of the cliff.

As far as the string unravels,

As thin as it gets,

You will never crash

Into the torrent.

Foam will curl and

Spray; you’ll taste

The salt water stinging

Your eyes.

You may reach your

Hand towards the

Dark waters, beckoning you

With their mysterious

Depths, all to no avail.

Love will pull...

There’s a key created. 

To kickstart the engine that is my heart. 

Yet now I find myself. 

Beneath a yellow hued stoplight in this midnight parking lot. 

Patting my pockets, and my bag for it. 

No familiar jingle is heard.

And now my body floods with nerves. 

Will I be trapped? 

In this field of tar and pale lemon lines. 

To my saving.

A large shadow appears to be approaching. 

Turning my head ov...