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bark
I am your thoughts I am your frown I am the reason you're in a hospital gown so listen to my words for they put you in your place there is no going back there are no better days your bark is far stronger than your bite will ever be your smile far brighter than your thoughts or your dreams your grades far higher than your hope or self-esteem but what you must realize is the bark can't scare away the thoughts that rage the smile can't fend off the frowns that invade the grades can't hide the disappointment in their eyes you put your heart on your sleeve and you stare as it breaks when they inevitably leave you try to speak up but your voice gets lost you're not important you're a lost cause your bark is far stronger than your bite will ever be but don't fret your friends will forget you and then you'll see there's nothing left but you and me
earbuds
earbuds are my only escape they are there when no one else is earbuds put music into my ears it vibrates my eardrums and makes me feel less alone but i am still alone there are kids around me talking laughing i have my earbuds and the music that explains me better than i can i have friends but are they really friends if they ignore you are they really friends if they stop to tell you their problems but dont stick around long enough to hear yours they dont understand i am only the real me when i am alone with earbuds and my voice or when i am on stage entertaining people relating to people who relate to music earbuds are my only escape but maybe one day there will be someone who needs an escape and they find me and they play my songs or read my writing or see me act and they realize i am just like them i need an escape too because everyone is broken but some people found their escape while others are still searching
coated
there she stood coated in her own blood screaming but not making a sound there she stood crying but not sure why there she stood with a blade in her hand pressed against her wrist pressed against her vein there she stood her arm dripping coating the ground in sticky, warm blood blood as red as the nail polish on her nails there she stood coated in her own blood wondering will it ever get better?
incapable
I was incapable of breathing as I saw them together. they were laughing and smiling, holding hands.. they leaned over and kissed. but this isn't out of the ordinary unless one of them is your best friend and the other is your boyfriend... I was left broken at my locker as they walked away. I was incapable of stopping them, incapable of looking away.
vacant
my mind is vacant of thoughts, as the smoke fills my lungs. my chest is vacant of emotions, as I let the nicotine flow through me. I finally feel peace as I take a long drag from the cigarette clenched between my fingers. my lungs are filled once again as I take the last drag. and the smoke swirls around me before fading away. then the thoughts and the emotions come back and the peace is replaced with anxiety until I can slip away from everyone for my next "therapy session"
fallen
the fallen angels weep as they descend from their place in heaven to the depths of hell for they have sinned and are no longer welcome inside the golden gates of paradise but what is paradise when you can't be who you are truly meant to be? they were once gods favorites now cast aside Like a kid's broken toy the funny thing is they truly are broken toys they were used looked up to by humans praised for being perfect but is anyone or anything ever truly perfect? they weren't and they were thrown away is that what God wants us to know if we are not perfect will we be sent to hell? is there even a god? does anyone hear the prayers that we all desperately send? do all of our wishes fall upon deaf ears? do all of our dreams mean a thing to anyone but us? the fallen angels weep as they realize they have been played used broken thrown out and forgotten the fallen angels weep and so do we as we realize those fallen angels are really just humans they are human and hated because they are not perfect they are hated for the same reason we hate ourselves
key
my heart is in a cage with a million chains and locks around it. my heart cannot be reached by just anyone. out of the millions of chains and locks, there is one lock that will open up the whole cage, if only you have the key. and only one person has the key.
misery
misery is a horrible feeling. it's like someone putting 50-pound weights on your chest. it's like someone squeezing all of the air out of your lungs. it's like a million butterflies were released in your stomach and are trying to fly up your throat and out your mouth. misery is a combination of sadness and anger. misery is one of the worst feelings in the world.
radius
put the radius of dat dick in my mouth. show him wat dis mouf do. grapefruit method that bitch. fuckin succ.
perch
I sat on my porch swing, slowly swinging back and forth while looking across the street. I was watching her, but not in a creepy way. she knew I was there and she knew I was a people watcher and I would talk to her when or if I wanted. she was reading a book, How to Kill a Mockingbird. And she was perched in a big oak tree in her front yard. she looked like she could sit there for hours, and she did. and sometimes I would join her.
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