Depression is like being trapped in a cardboard box if I were small enough to fit in the boxes from amazon that arrive full of cat food cans taped shut no ventilation the darkness playing tricks on me strange shapes dancing along my eyelids when…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Bad Music
There is nothing worse Than having to listen To bad music When there is An entire world Of music out there To choose from
Hour 6
I wait outside the door I listen to the sobs inside The door is locked, I cannot come in Let me in, baby girl Let me say it will be alright
Hour 6: Snake and Mouse
Snake and Mouse Eyelid slide, shutter click Bristle of fur, whisker twitch A furious beat, a tiny heart A drum, a time piece, with no escapement. All the while, scales of gold Moving, articulated, slow A calculation, a maneuver Black-eyed, dead-eyed, taught. Inevitable…
Hour 5
A red brick facade, a stately double door Curios adorning the walls, crystal chandeliers shining down The warm glow from the fireplace with armchairs completing the look The open, inviting kitchen where meals are cooked with love The cozy library in the corner with a hundred…
Let Me In
Don’t lock me out I just want in. I want us to be more than friends. I know it’s hard for you to trust in love when all you’ve known is lust. I’m not here to rob you blind. I only want a peek inside….
Prompt 8, Hour 6
Her husband reminds her to go to the store. She goes, holding her purse. She browses the clearance aisle. And suddenly, the world spins. Colors blur. Her body resembles an earth quake. Walls go up in her head. And she can’t remember how to breathe….
Miniature Monster House
The elf’s dwelling is something to witness It has its tiny windows and small doors But more than that, it has a miniscule kitchen A child’s tale has spilled into the real world The crafted tables and chairs highlight The woodworking merit of the little…
Trapped
Hello? Yes, I am here. Can you see me? I am trapped. Could you free me? Please? Oh — yes — and thank you —
Death of Me (Hour 5)
We raced through the jungle trails on a motorcycle, faceless men, clad in black, chasing us. Throwing stars at us from their Ducati’s, you were finally saving me. We spun around a corner, your father’s houseboat docked within the marsh. Safety, at last! There was…