Writing Prompt

Survive

I create instead of destroying

But I’m getting destroyed instead

Struggling

Why I have nothing to struggle about

I just want to give my love

But No one is taking

Just disowning me; leaving me for no one

Why can’t I just disappear

Everyone discusses about me in negative light

Even tho all I am is love

Just leave please

I don’t get it leave me alone

I’m just trying to survive...

**S**trength that rises from within,

**U**nyielding in the face of strife,

**R**esilience guiding each step,

**V**ictory carved from sheer will,

**I**ntegrity in moments of fear,

**V**alor shining through dark times,

**A**spiration fueling the spirit,

**L**ife, an unbroken thread....

Reptile mind, a flick

Of the tongue, caressing

The top of a whiskey pint

Before the brown poison

Slithers down your throat

And wraps around your heart

Crushing pressure, guts

Of funhouse mirrors

Actively dying

just to live another day...

**Survive **

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**Survive**

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_Survive_

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**Thats what we have to do to****_

_****Live**

**Live**

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_Live_

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And enjoy

_Every thing_

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**Around **

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_Us_**_

That is surviving

And living

I won’t last

So

Make

_**_More_

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**Memories **

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_Than ever before _...

First there was one crow, and he was beautiful. Then came the other crows.

The ocean was still. That’s how you knew that somewhere else in the world, all was in disarray.

Jameson walked across campus every morning passing the old dying willow. He’d strip the limbs and weave them into a crown fit for a sinner. He’d learned the skill as a kid from his mother, before she passed. A seagull lande...

I did what I had to

I wish there was a better way I knew

It’s kill or be killed

And my dreams need to be fulfilled

I’m sorry to those I hurt

To those I left laying in the dirt

But it’s survival of the fittest

My conscious ran to hide in the middest

I’ll never be the same

I’m feral now, I’ll never be tame

Nightmares will haunt me

It’s dead bodies on the ground that I see

I hope that they wi...

Staying alive

Is the only goal

Dead or survive

You know your role

Darting away from bears

Surviving harsh scares

Knowledge is key

When you try and face me

Skill can be an asset

As you move along

You may think you passed it

But you are all wrong

I will come again and again

Perhaps you may win

But even then

I will not go and rest in my den

I will always stay by your side

A friend or foe you mus...

I have never felt like

More of an animal than when

I was on a school bus full

Of boys, a shaken jar

Of bees.

I had forgotten this feeling

Until recently, when driving back

Over a bridge from my grandparent’s house,

I asked my partner to put on

Credence Clearwater Revival.

I was feeling a particular blend

Of freedom and righteousness,

The kind which spurs the horses

Of justice, the same one

Which...

So I hope you know you get one life

Under the subway another train passes by

Right here is a good place to close my eyes

Vivienne better come back with fries

I met her yesterday on the train

Vivienne told me to trust her today

All alone the two of us, staying alive

Looks like we need water too...

“In the end, I did it to myself.” Is surely everyone’s fear.

This isn’t a poem but I’ll write. On the way back from a 7pm class… dim lights from the bus illuminate my showered too long ago hair. It’s tied though, in a French braid. Enough to make it look like I tried something with it that morning. Which in truth, I did. I wove my fingers tirelessly until my arms ached. I did it so silently that ...