Weekly Writing Prompt (#38)

encouragement

  1. Write a letter to a stranger that details how you two meet. Describe how you would want this future relationship to go. This stranger could be a future friend, teacher, student, co-worker, or future spouse.  It does not even have to fall into one category. Who do you want to meet today? Answer that question and write a letter to them.
  2. Write a poem about your soul. Use creative lines that deeply reflects who you are and then explain what you mean. Make it clear who you are by using imagery and descriptive words.
  3. Write a short story based off of a show, book or other author’s work. Do not rewrite their story, but create your own story in their world. Use your characters and your plot, but their rules. If you must use their characters morph them into your own. This should be your own piece of writing that acts either as gratitude for another’s work or something that shows how much you enjoy their work. No matter what make it your own.
  4. Write a character or relationship description about your dad or a dad figure. What are him like? What is your relationship with him like? How do you bound with him?
  5. Write a story where no characters are human. They can be anything besides human beings. Have fun with it.

Remind Me When

poetry

Remind me of my strength
when I weep from weakness.
Hold my brave hand
as I tremble with fear.
Call me beautiful
when I am in bed sick.
Support me
until all your support runs out.
I know I will do so for you.

This is a short little break time poem that came to me as I was working. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

Pen Poem

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This feels a bit darker than most of my poetry, but I did just watch a rather dark movie this past weekend. I realized just how beautiful darkness can be. Although, I still do prefer light and happy topics.

Pierce me with your ink fill sword,
force your words to linger
as they twist inside,
because murder is never sweet,
unless it’s in the mind
causing a new reality to live.
So murder my mind
with words of wonder.
Let the sharp bladed images
of your prose or verse
slice out the mundane,
so that I may live among your ink
until the new understandings take hold
and I am reborn with new light.

Weekly Writing Prompts (#32)

encouragement

  1. Write a poem about relief. What does it feel like? How does it come? When does it happen?
  2. Write a monologue about goals or dreams (if you don’t have goals). Focus on your relationship with them. Talk about the goals or dreams as if they are characters. What is your relationship with them? How did they first come around?
  3. You are walking up your stairs in your house and you hear a crash from the floor you just were on. You thought you were home alone. What happens next?
  4. Write a character description that is at first a vague description of a family member. Write a first draft with this family member in mind. Go back at least twice giving the character more traits and more details that are not necessarily your family member’s traits and details. The focus should be using a real person to  write a fictional one.
  5. How does time affect you? What is your relationship with time? Creatively answer these two questions.

Could Be ( A Poem)

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This could be amazing;
ride upon unicorns
over sparkling rainbows
while bards play magical melodies
and wild nymphs dance on trees
amazing.
Others may spring into light
out of sheer joy.
This could bring delightful dancing doggies
or curiously cute cats,
wonders upon wonders could be brought.

On the other hand
if you flip the tape,
reverse my hopes,
show my fears.

This could be terrible,
rotted death could ooze out its orifices
like black tar filled humiliation
and the sulfur smell of dying dreams
those that were crushed by failure,
which would cause a dank cave
to become a bare home for my soul
with only swollen sadness
to guide my lonely days.

There is a burning flame
a flickering fire inside
that holds to the unicorn
almost seeing the sparkling rainbow
and knows
even if dying dreams are crushed by failure
new one will arise
out of the dream pulp
or ashes of failure.
The phoenix that is my heart
will go on
will create.

Weekly Writing Prompts (#31)

encouragement

  1. Write a monologue or a characters thoughts about their personality. The character could be you. Focus on what it means to be categorized in certain personality types.  Think about either introvert, extrovert, or a Myers-Briggs personality type (INFP, ESJT, etc). Let the monologue or thoughts be about how the defined personality group that you are in effect you or your character.
  2. Write a short story about community or family. What does it feel like to be around loving people? What happens when you are around your favorite people? Does that change your mood or anything else? If it does example.
  3. Write a poem about relaxing. What do you do? Where are you most relaxed? What does it feel like to you?
  4. Write about what it feels like to be gearing up for something big. It can be a big project, a wedding, a new baby, a move, or anything else that is life changing. Simply write about the feelings and thoughts about the big change.
  5. Your cat or dog or other pet is actually a magic being that was waiting for the right moment to tell or show you what he/ she really was. In an amazing show your pet shows you his/hers true form or powers. What happens next?

Pain

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First you whisper,
then you walk close.
You talk,
telling me to focus
or maybe it was ‘relax’.
Either way you came
to distract,
although my aim was to ignore
and ignore I did
until the training was brought to its end.

You allowed me to ignore you,
but you were patiently waiting
gathering information for the fight.
You calmly waited
until I was alone.
I was still.
Then you erupted
with a thunderous shout
because I did not move
not how you wanted.
The movement caused you to no longer be ignored
my attention was yours.
As I relaxed you were in the way.
As I lay in bed you preventing sleep.
As I ate breakfast you interrupted.

Thankfully I could dig in my bag
to find earmuffs to your nice
and swallowed them down.
Then heated a towel
to sooth what was left,
eventually freezing you out after.
More ear muffs,
more heat, more cold
and then life was possible.

Let Me Live (A Poem)

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Let me live among the stars
Allow me to dance a jazz-square
on the moon.
If not teach me
how to trap my dreams in reality.

I will soar high
above my common life
living in the clouds of my desire
then like gravity
you pull be back
to where I sit.

Let me fly.
Let me soar.
Let me live,
even for a moment more.

Instead you pull me
chain me
and remind me of my fears.
Road blocks are made
while obstacles rise
like you forget what’s inside.

My heart will soar
I will fly.
You may be helpful
reminding me of reality
but my dear mind
you know my heart and my soul.
They will win.
I will live among the stars
and dance on the moon,
so please just step aside.

The Reason

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Oh, there’s the reason.
There it lies,
on the floor of my mind.
It was hidden
behind ideas of romance
under longings of intimacy
neither the reason.
They only hide the truth.

This attachment to a stranger
with the idea of romance
longing for discovery of the deep
was caused by a dream of more,
just like reading my mind
told by another life,
this one also touched my soul.
He spoke my heart,
showed the world my hopes,
and told me I could be
the more of my dreams,
without even knowing my existence.

The Window

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The Window stays open,
but it’s cold outside.
The window stays open,
as I put on a heavy sweat shirt.
The window stays open,
so I pull on warm socks.

The cold air reminds me
of autumn leaves blowing.
The cold air reminds me
of my family gathering.
The cold air reminds me
that I am still alive.

The window stays open.
The cold air reminds me.

Unnatural Nature

poetry
In a sea of knowledge
I’m surrounded by boats not fish
technology in the place of nature.
Pushing manual buttons
to answer virtual questions.
Even as I yearn for true life
I watch a mechanical fountain
as it pushes recycled water.

Electricity and lighted monitors
are my visual inputs,
with photo-shopped beauties plastered
all around the two-dimensions of my screen;
All the while knowing nature is so much more
fulfilling, beautiful, and inspiring.
It’s so sad that the shackles
of modern life keeps me coming
to the sea of knowledge
where I push mechanical buttons.

This was a very short poem, but I lengthened it. Let me know what you think and have a wonderful day.

Choice and Action (A Poem)

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Joy is a choice.
Love is an action.
How can you choose
Joy when you’re drowning?
What loving action can you take
when your soul is fighting to survive?

I escape from a self-inflicted prison,
now able to see
to breath
but still hurt by hits
fired from one who knows
where the wounds will be effective.

Still I will love
and find a way to choose joy.
The hurt will heal.
I will not cage my caring or my calling.
Joy is a choice I am choosing.
Love is an action I will do.

Second-Hand (A Poem)

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My heart desires to write a love song
so deep, so true;
one that brings tears
or makes you say, “oh my dear.”

Desire fills me to write words
that could move mountains
or the hardest soul
so darling please urge yourself to weep.

As my romantic heart breaks
because the only love I’ve known
seems to have been a mistake.

It was far away,
long ago and healed with time.
I was not even the same heart.
The love I knew feels
like a faded dream,
a distant mystery;
one with less hope
nearly hidden
in the darkened valleys of the changed girl.

Yes, I loved once
but it was not deep, not true,
so how can I tell you of love?
What romance can I give,
except second-hand?

Let me know what you think of this poem. I really enjoyed writing it and it is exactly what I wanted to say. I am proud to call this one my own at this moment, so would love all the feedback that can be given. 

To Sleep (A Poem)

poetry
Will my eyes fall
before my mind fades?
Will poetic words escape,
running faster than sleep?

They are there,
right behind my pen,
pushing and struggling to be freed.
Too many push
Too many are jammed into the passage way.
The ink cannot be spread fast enough,
they are clogged and stuck.
My eyes are falling
as my mind fades.
My poetry lost the race;
sleep won.

Writing with Colors (A Poem)

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Speckled with colors
and pink dyed hands,
I came to write
about what I saw in this land.
Words escaped me
my mind drew blank
as I push a story aside
to focus on how to create.
Yet, here I sit
speckled with colors
and pink dyed hands
only thinking lost thoughts
waiting for words to write.

Poem for Music

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Show me your pattern,
undo your meaning,
let me into your world,
and make me dance.
Make me bounce in my seat.

I know that’s what you want;
your beat makes me dance;
your words move me to writ;
and your rhythm is the pace I write.

Yeah it’s like you know
what I need,
What is in my heart,
where my mind wants to go.

So, Show me your pattern,
undo your meaning,
let me into your world
and make me dance.
Make me bounce in my seat.
You know you do.

Game ( A Poem)

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Let me think.
I need to ponder,
If I choose wrong
I may meet an ogre.

What would she do?
Where should they go?
There are many enemies around
and my rolls have been low.

My spells are running out.
There is no rest in sight.
I think ogres are getting closer.
I’m sure they want to fight.

A party member is running off.
I guess we all should follow.
If we run into a dragon.
I’ll give it that party member to swallow.

Hey DM do I get inspiration? 

I hope you guys liked this poem. Let me know what you think.

Artist ( A Monologue)

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I want to boldly tell you; I am an artist. I’m sure you already knew that or at least suspected. I mean how can anyone really hide their creativity? I know I’ve tried to hide or ignore my creative side, wanting to be normal. I yearned for a quiet mind that could simply observes the world and did not have a need to share its beauty.

Yes, there was a time I wanted to be normal, but not any more. An ordinary life in no life for me and if it seems like my life is just like yours ask me what I’m thinking about. For you see I have worlds and universes living in my head. My mind is filled with lands of poetry, worlds of paintings, and many stories in many different universes. They are all just waiting to be created.

When I am at my day job tapping the keys of my computer part of my mind may be trapping dragons to get to the keys of a prison to rescue some royalty. While I’m driving home I am most likely also involved in an elaborate love affair that will tragically end  when I park my car. If I am watching the sunset I am also memorizing the colors in hopes that I could paint it one day.

You see my mind is not a quiet place most of the time, which now I love. It makes my life extraordinary in an ordinary world. This is why I must boldly tell you; I am an artist. I’m sure you already knew that or at least suspected.

Weekly Writing Prompts (#22)

encouragement

  1. What is a relationship that changed your life or one of your character’s life? Who was it? What type of relationship was it? Is that relationship still going on? If not why?
  2. Tell a short story about a time when you or one of your hero characters were sick? What personality traits came out? How were you or your character sick?
  3. What book are you reading or what was the last book you read for entertainment? Write a poem about what your experience was with that book. Do not give the details of the book and try not to use the title in the poem. The focus should not actually be on the book, but on your experience while reading it and your emotions towards the book.
  4. The type of games people play can tell a lot about that person. Do you like puzzle games, fast actions games, table top or video games? Pick your favorite game or genre of games and write about it. This can either be a poem or a short story. The focus of this prompt is to get you thinking and writing about the games that you play and why you play them.
  5. Write a monologue explaining what it is like to be an artist. What is it like for you to live a creative life?

I  hope these inspire you. Let me know if you use any of these prompts.

A Pondering Poem

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Can art go on art;
Laying on it like a lover?
One inspiring the other,
romantically entangled,
but no romance to handle?

Would the art be part of the other art;
like one piece of the whole is the heart?
It would supply life,
living as section,
being whole by being only a part.

This is just a fast little poem, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.