For my writing class I had 90 seconds to go off this prompt. No rules except using our senses and going where it takes us. I rather like how it turned out.
Scorched Earth, wheezing and choking. The hungry fire forges through, rapidly spreading like a fever. Emblems shimmer through the air, if not for tragedy, one could marvel in awe. But a ravenous appetite; so grim, so ghostly. Whistles escape the moisture withering into thick air. Screaming mother, she cannot protect her young. We taste the salt of her ash & tears in the winds blowing over town.
I began to split whilst at an amusement park with my boyfriend. That is this. That is all. (Spoken word)
I am a talented person. Iím talented in the sense that I can pause any fast-moving moment and absorb every detail. Like the way your mouth twitches when you think to yourself; is that not the most adorable? The people who walk around holding hands; laughing and smiling to eachother, just completely in their own worlds. Love is beautiful. The smell of burgers and fries from the nearby shop lingers on everyoneís minds, making their stomachs rumble;...
If I could have just one morning where I wake up Without the worry of how to push my feelings away; Iíll remember, if just a second, what itís like to be okay, And for once I wonít have to lie through the expressions on my face. I always think about people dying, Or what Iíd regret choosing not to say Because the reasons I cannot sleep at night Are the reasons I cannot really live in the day.
Iíve missed out on half my identity. By the time I grew up; the past turned, angels left land to fly high Too late to meet the branches of the tree that made me I pray, God only knows the fate of my paternity
I suppose at some time Iím gonna have to learn That Iím more than just a girl you call up to burn. When Iíve grown up in a shell to protect me from yelling; who am I once I shed that, is there anything left?
Chorus// And weíre going down and weíre going down Memory lane to find clues You...
You talked about fate, about being meant to be. Then I saw you with another girl whose hair was a prettier pink. And I saw you sit next to her And hold her hand and smile. I didnít let it bug me but then I thought about how itís been a while. Itís been a while, and you always cared, But only at night when the other girls werenít there. And they had low self esteem; you know who else does? (Me) I felt guilty whenever I chased you, But my weakness was you, aloof Because I thought maybe if I could...
Iím running out of songs to write Theyíre about the same pain every Time to face the facts, to face the truth Iím still hurt; Iím still mad; Iím still scared of you.
You thought the universe would cheat you And by that you cheated me And you laid in bed shaking, sick; afraid to fall asleep But you never truly woke up from the meds Despite a working body And the world has nothing to do with your current suffering