The lies I tell myself

I’m a damaged broken husk of myself robotic in my movements most unremembered except the ones that torture an intrusive stain that grows ever larger as I test my fate I can’t get out of bed I’m a fatal disaster if I move it will prove I can make my life better instead I’ll pull…

Music Mondays

Music Mondays features a new song each week. Listen to the music, with or without watching the video, draw inspiration from the featured image, and write a letter, poem, short story, or essay with your thoughts. Post your original work to your personal blog. Be sure to credit The Literati Mafia for the prompt. All…

Poetry Prompt Sundays

This week, instead of guide words, we are posting a featured image which should provide inspiration for a limerick. A limerick is a type of humorous verse of five lines with an AABBA rhyme scheme.  Post the poem to your personal blog.  Be sure to credit The Literati Mafia for the prompt. All prompt responses should be original and previously unpublished….

Rip

I knew better than to attach to you, while feeling unrealistic hope that this time could be different, because you and I had been friends, dancing to the delicate tune of quiet romance, while being aware of walls too risky to climb, if not for your circumstances, then, for mine. I knew better than to…

Resistant Phoenix

This week’s prompt by The Literati Mafia guide words: plane, crane, harp I wish I heard the harps playing, as promised to me once, feel the light of heaven’s grace fill my soul, empty the pain I wish I knew of greater heights, cycles contained, still they haunt indemnities for debts unpaid, life’s weight to…

Poetry Prompt Sundays

Prompt guide words (courtesy of Matthias): crane plane harp The rules are simple: Use any or all of the guide words posted in an original poem or short story. You do not have to use the actual words, feel free to express what you feel from them. Post the poem to your personal blog (not…

If Only

I used to want to feel the pain from consuming, like an emaciated lion viewing a life-saving meal, peacefully sipping from a pond, unaware of the hunger, survival, desperation of the creature lurking behind her, ready to pounce. Ready to pounce, without the energy to kill, weakened by days of walking aimlessly after a one-on-one…