Hey guys! So I started February with a writing prompt challenge. Unfortunately I didn’t go through each day as I would have. So thank God for March! Let’s do a prompt marathon! You ready?
Prompt 13- Nothing But Air
As you walked out of the door,
You took with you all of your belongings,
Leaving me with nothing but air…
Air is all you need to start again.
Prompt 14- What my body knows
The knife strokes that design my skin,
The injection holes that match my pores,
The blood from the cuts I punish my skin with—
My body knows that some days I love it. On full moons perhaps,
And on other days, it reminds me,
Of all my mistakes,
And no wound is enough to erase it.
Prompt 15- When I close the door
Guard your heart with all diligence…
And so I did.
Closed the door,
Tossed away the key.
For out of it are the issues of life and death…
The battle continues between life and death
I don’t know which is winning.
When I close the door,
I hear voices,
One says choose life and live,
But the other louder one screams death with the voice of my inner demon—Fear.
Prompt 16- Inner Craving
I crave conversations —deep meaningful conversations about life, death, upbringing, fears…
I crave breakfast dates in vintage spaces, while talking about a book, movie or the lyrics of a song that meant something.
I crave a travel buddy, an extra pair of eyes to see the world with me. To see the bewilderment across his face as we come face to face with pure artistry of the Master.
I crave connection; a mix of chemistry and psychology with an ounce of honesty mixed with vulnerability. I crave for something real, tangible, and never to be forgotten. Not even in eternity.
Prompt 17- One Year
I thought this was the year where I lasted one year. But I guess better luck next time is more appropriate.
Prompt 18- Belong to me
You belong to me,
And I to you,
Like two seeds in a pod,
Together we’ll never grow apart.
Prompt 19: The Big Day
The day the groom returns for the bride,
The day the trumpets serenade us,
The day when gravity has no hold on us,
The day when the dead are living,
The day when we’ll finally see face to face,
And this mystery will be no more…
I long for that big day,
Like a bride in her wedding dress longing to see her groom.