#isfpprompts

[alexofander]

The beds are much too close together The WiFi keeps on cutting out We cram into our cluttered corners wondering what life’s about Breakfast starts a little early Evening never seems to sleep Clothes are slowly worn ‘till dirty Days keep blurring through the week The soap dispenses out like toothpaste The power is a tad complex We spend our nights out of a suitcase never sure which city’s next When there’s no room, we sit in hallways, laughing ‘till the morning sun then pack our bags and hit the highways Eager for what’s next to come isfpprompts: “Cornered. And free.—This is your prompt.”

[veryluminarypen]

Open myself

Why do I need to open myself? I was never close to anyone. I have few friends but not close ones-not even my family. It sucks that all I want is to enjoy my own company and keep a quiet life. Yet people see me as the creepy anti-social weirdo that creeps through their senses. Why do I need to open myself? I’m not that close to everyone so what is there to be open about? 

[taylorannespoetry-blog]

Happiness

What does it take to be happy?

Do you fake a smile

when others look at you?

Do you laugh at what your friend

across the table says to you?

Do you listen to music

and slowly dance in your kitchen

with the person you love?

Do you slowly hum

the lyrics to your favorite song

as you wash the dishes

and dance as you clean your room?

Yes,

You do many of these things,

but the most important thing

you need is to be able to communicate

with the person you love the most

in order to be completely happy.

[stainedglasspoetry]

when love for you died, the world died with it. the heavens turned grey and the people disappeared and i was left alone in my grief. i used to call you the sun in my sky, and when you left you took warmth with you. everything i knew became nothing, became only void, only absence. no one ever tells you that emptiness is reflective. i met myself in the space you left behind, and where once the corpse of love for you lay, there grew a new love for the face i saw in the mirror. the skies cleared and the people returned, and i brought warmth back to the world. after love, i became my own sun.

you should see the way i shine, A.B - prompt from here

[jamesphoenix-iwriteforyou]

Defeat

When the realization finally sets in and I look around to run, but there is no escaping from it. I have rusted in place feeling worthless and broken.

The time has all but expired. There is no possibility of snatching victory from the jaws of defeat... it has me in its grasp. I can feel its needle sharp teeth penetrate me.

Soon it will be over and no matter how I struggle against it, defeat will finally win. No more chances. No hope of winning. I have faced it once too often. There's nothing more to be done but surrender ... and rust away in the rain.

- james phoenix

[wachtuiltje]

the perseverance of the all-is-well- folks

incredible

the perseverance

with which certain people

try to convince me

that there is no climate change

all is a normal process

a spectacle of nature

a deja vu

do they draw a curtain

in order not to see

or is it plain ignorance

and outrageous stupidity?

how does it feel to compare

the present situation

with the one of x million years

ago overlooking the

formidable changes

as a whole ?

It baffles me.

*

wachtuiltje 2017🗿

[rhymaes]

Q: How do you close a wound? A: You sew it shut with your own teeth. Q: How do you close a wound? A: You create a needle from the bones of yours that have grown too sharp, and thread it with the silk of your skin. Q: How do you close a wound? A: You let it burn and fester and bleed the scarlet you never thought your body could produce, before crafting tools from your worn soul. Q: How do you close a wound? A: Sometimes - you sit and marvel at the crimson dripping from your body, wide eyed as the white of your bones begin to glimmer like moonlight as they greet the air, and the tightness of your once vibrant skin begins to wear and loosen and pale in a matter of seconds. - you don’t.

Step one: How do you close a wound?

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Open myself again, and be betrayed by the buzzards who smell the rotting flesh. I have been a wanderer and fool for much of my lifetimes and my insides have seen the sun and the moon far too many times. My scars have become zippers, and my organs carnival prizes. My sympathy has made me a freak show, my crass words have made me a star, my dying has made me a thinker, my living hasn’t gotten me far.

Reversible lungs