A foot away
Through night and day,
And yet I cannot kill you.
Your throat is bare,
A weapon there,
And still I cannot harm you.
Through burning frost,
I'm all but lost.
I hate you but I love you.
11 More Writing Prompts by evermorefire, literature
Literature
11 More Writing Prompts
1. Crowd mentality
2. Not I
3. Sticks and stones
4. Not real
5. No lies zone
6. Temper tantrum
7. Zero-sum
8. Officially unauthorized
9. Process of elimination
10. Be human
11. Made with love
Insatiably delicious, moves in slow circles
around you; coiling dangerously you breath.
Not enough but far too much—
all to break you; make you turn away,
but—oh! You can't, you can't.
You must, you must! Step forward back
and wretch until the taste is gone.
It will be back, but today
you are skin and bones wrapped around soul
around heart around monster: monster which
whispers eat, eat. Monster which, monster witch,
monster which crumples you inside-out,
makes you chew, makes you swallow.
You know:
this is the way you will die.
Pineapples and oakapples and willowapples, too,
make me sneeze and cough and choke on everything I do.
Today I lost three pencils and my favorite binder tab
because a great big pineapple was sitting in my lab.
I really thought I had it all completely under wraps,
but when I saw that pineapple I gave it three big slaps.
Those pineapples are always ruining my self-control,
making me act like a fool and burdening my soul.
This one in particular distinctly wanted vengeance,
and so it stole my pencils and became my biggest nuisance.
I really hate those pineapples when they are jerks like so
We always drag on with our scuffles to add to
A long time ago, you were young.
Young and eager and ready and now
it's no longer a long time ago.
Less time and counting.
You think maybe you'd like to be
a little bit like a long time ago, but you are
too late, too late for regrets.
Now where will you go?
It was yesterday,
and you were still sifting through the past,
struggling, struggling to remember yourself.
Today, you look back and think:
oh, how lonely, lonely.
You are that you are,
and you refuse to change for yourself. Still,
people need people more than they need pride,
and you need yourself to change.
You are not
too late, too late for regrets,
even if you haven'
A six-by-six
is plenty of space
for a girl of only 5'3".
Consider yourself lucky, missy,
and back behind the lines!
You don't like staying behind the lines.
If you could just step outside for a bit,
you could do something—anything!
You know you could,
but—ah
ah
ah,
that isn't allowed, dear.
Do stay behind the lines.
Keep your head down
and be like everyone else—
is that so difficult?
There is nothing beyond the lines;
not for you, anyway.
We have nothing to waste on you.
You wonder why you are a waste.
You wonder who else there is to waste on.
You wonder what is beyond the
1. Snips and snails and puppy dog tails
2. Bingo book
3. Snake Eyes
4. Peanuts and cracker jacks
5. Independent variable
6. Orange peals
7. All that glitters
8. Tourist season
9. Cucumber eye pads
10. Toy soldier
11. Pixel by pixel
