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Poem #10

We are better than the gods.

Why?

What if? What if we die? What if it hurts? What if it breaks us? Or changes us? Or destroys us? What if we are never us again? What if we can never do that again? What if we’ve missed our chance? What I we fly? What if we live? They can’t ask ‘what if?’ The answer is already said, already there. Their existence is less than us, because without asking ‘what if?’ You can’t truly live

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Prompt #4 - The window was whispering

The window was whispering. Muttering under its long held breath with the wind carrying away the words, long forgotten languages heard once more by those who will listen.

The glass was groaning, moaning, complaining about something, anything, wishing to be heard, drowned out by the smashing and splashing of the rain upon its surface.

The latch was screaming, shouting and balling and screeching to be let open, the let the wind and the rain and the birds and the leaves and the snow in, let them settle on the already cold floor, make a home where one doesn’t exist.

The frame was squeaking, creaking and moving with the force of nature outside, supported and cradled by the still air of the quiet, empty room.

The wind was shouting, throwing the windows words back against it, drowning the glass’ groans under the heavy wall of water, pulling the latch, begging to open, ignoring the frames squeaks, longing to fill and fuel and destroy the room.

The window was still whispering m, the grass was still groaning, the latch was still screaming, the frame was still squeaking.

And the wind stayed out.

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Poem #9

There’s no one else here

I’m shivering, I can feel my teeth clicking with the force of it

I can hear the wind

There is water nearby, I think

As though I can feel the moisture freezing in the air

Cold shocking through me like lightning

The ground so cold it burns my fingertips

I let go

Not sure why I’ve been holding on

Maybe I hoped

Hoped someone would find me, save me

But there’s no hole left now

So I’ll let go

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Picture prompt #1

The puddle lays like an abyss across the path, blocking your way deeper into the forest.

‘For the best’, you think, you know you shouldn’t be out here, not this far out here.

But the drops of water on the leaves are twinkling like stars scattered around the forest floor, extending as deep into the dense trees as the light does. That’s why you came out here, the light, bright and white, casting the woods even darker in comparison, the soft rays blocked by this layers of leaves and branches. You always wondered where it led, where the path would take you if you follow the direction of the light, follow the path to its end, if it had one.

But you couldn’t, you shouldn’t step off the path, you had been told enough times, and the path was blocked, waterlogged, so the path didn’t have an end, today, you would try again tomorrow.

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Poem #8

I think that is why we live

Why we keep living

To hear and listen

To speak and shout

To trade stories like collectible cards

Exchanges smiles like lives

That’s why we live

So other people do too

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Prompt #3 - ‘you deserve this’

‘I want you to remember; you deserve this’, his voice shook as he took a deep breathe, holding a gun to your enemy’s head should be good, right? It shouldn’t feel like you want to die instead, like you want them to fight, to win.

‘I know’, was all the responded, monotonous and unfeeling. They had accepted their fate, but he hadn’t: how could he? He was about to become a murderer, killing the person he hated most in the world. But what he felt for this person was no longer hatred, it was the dreaded pang in his chest he knew was love.

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Poem #7

I remember when I could colour with no care

Create green elephants and yellow skies

Draw blue trees and purple tigers

Just because I wanted to

I remember when there was no pressure for me to do anything

If I didn’t want to, I didn’t

When I couldn’t do something, I was given help

I was asked if I needed it

I remember when I felt free

When I could stand in the wind and feel like I was flying

When I would believe I was invincible with my stick sword at my waist

I remember being young

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““You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald”

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Poem #6

There is a beauty in death that nothing else can match

An elegance in a soul fading

Leaving an empty vessel

That will never be challenges

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Prompts #2 - hand kisses - from a post from July by @nakajimeow (I think the post was romantic prompts but this isn’t quite as romantic as they were probably expecting)

You swing your hand, ready to make contact, it’ll be hard, they deserve it.

The pressure you feel is wrong, when you look towards your hand, you see they caught your wrist, you panic, how will they react? What will they do to you?

Their head turns slowly, as though they are looking as well, as though they needed to see what they had caught, but there weren’t confused. They kiss your hand, the centre of your palm now want with a sensation that travels up your arm and blushed your face.

‘That wasn’t very nice sweetheart’

They still deserved the slap, but you couldn’t move to stop them kissing your lips in the next second.

Or the one after that.

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Poem #5

It’s funny to think I was young yesterday,

That I’ll be old tomorrow

Funny to think I’ll only be here, now, once

And then that’ll be gone

That version of me, gone forever

Never to return

Funny to think that’s what happens to everyone

No one is exactly the same as when you last saw them

I just think that’s funny

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Poem #4

I like drawing on my hands

Smooth lines and sharp corners

Pretty colours and bold outlines

But it’s bad for you

That’s what they say

‘It’ll get into your blood’

‘Make you sick’

I don’t think creativity is a poison I’ll turn down

I would rather be sick than plain

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Poem #3

You think it’s silly

When you are young

You don’t think about being tired

It’s silly

You don’t think about life

It’s silly

When you are young

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Poem #2

The moon is shining

But it’s dark

The sea wind is cold

Creeping into my clothes and my skin and my bones

But the moon is shining

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Poem #1

If you told me when I was young, that I would get older, I would have laughed

‘Obviously’

Now that I’m older, if you tell me I will never be young again, I will grieve

‘Obviously’

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Prompt 1 - ‘I was only using you’ (pov 2)

You saw the conclusion on their face and the hurt in their eyes at the same time as the blood staining the denim jack you had bought then, only a few days ago. You felt the words rip from your chest, burning you, angry that they didn’t stop this when they had the chance.

‘I was only using you’, you can feel a tear carving it’s way down your face. The unspoken ‘you should have known’ heavy in the air, they should have.

They should have brushed you off when you offered to buy them a drink, and when you suggested dinner, they should have known it was a trick, it was so obvious, why did they make you do this? Why didn’t they stop you?

But you couldn’t blame them, however much you tried, however yo framed it in your head.

But you wouldn’t have to worry anymore, you can’t do anymore damage, they’re eyes are closed and there’s more blood on the floor than in their body. They’re dead. Time to work.

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