Life’s a game, not so hot,
A stagnant pace, a tangled plot.
But something shifts, a light breaks through,
Until then, it’s just me and you.
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Until Change Awakens
Category: Challenges
Inner Tempest
Beneath my skin, a torrent brews,
A tempest waiting, longing to choose.
Boiling water, fierce and wild,
A quiet storm in the heart of a child.
Anger rising, no more contained,
A flame igniting, unchained, unfeigned.
Pounding heartbeat, a restless plea,
This raging fire demands to be free.
In silence it simmers, in darkness it dwells,
A thirst for release, like ringing bells.
The rage inside, a primal song,
A call to break free—I’ve waited too long..
Six Word Story Prompt
Change is the constant in life.
Morning Rush
Yikes! It’s time to rise and shine,
Can’t be late for this event so fine.
With a hurried leap,
Out of bed, I sweep,
Ready to greet the day’s grand design!
Breaking the Routine
Every day is the same,
Nothing new, just a frame.
In routines, we find our way,
Yet within, sparks long to play.
Everyday moments softly blend,
Time drifts on, around the bend.
In the silence, dreams may bloom,
Breaking free from this dull room.
Whispers of the Twilight Reef
- reef
- lantern
- basement
- street
- railing
- twilight
- window
In the twilight, a lantern glows,
Casting light on the secret reef,
Where dreams dance beneath the waves,
Lost treasures hidden from the street.
A lonely railing whispers tales,
Of shadows lurking in the basement,
Echoes of laughter, memories drift,
Through the window, soft and faint.
Each layer unfolds a story,
A journey from the depths to the light,
Embracing the beauty of what was,
In the twilight, where night greets day.
In the Glow of Phones
Here are this week’s prompts:
- Write a post inspired by the word phones.
- Write a post in exactly 12 sentences.
Silent whispers through the screen,
Connections made, yet unseen.
Fingers dance on glass so bright,
Worlds apart, we share the light.
Messages sent with just a tap,
Moments captured, the perfect snap.
Ringing echoes fill the air,
Voices linger, everywhere.
In the pocket, in our hands,
Life unfolds through text and plans.
Though we’re close, sometimes alone,
A heartbeat shared through our phones.
The Bacon Maestro
There once was a chef with great persona,
Whose breakfast would always win a zona.
With bacon so crisp,
And an aroma to whip,
He’d sizzle up joy with each bona!
Whispers of Doubt
Molly tries to make some friends,
But the joy never lasts, it seems.
She wonders if something’s wrong,
Lost in thoughts and fading dreams.
Though many say it’s not her fault,
It’s hard to shake the heavy doubt.
Molly tries to find her way,
Hoping for warmth, a voice to shout.
Nature’s Path
On a road unpaved, I gently glide,
Where nature’s wonders stretch far and wide.
Tall trees stand guard with leaves of pink,
In their vibrant hues, my heart can’t help but sink.
The sunlight dances through branches above,
Whispering secrets, a symphony of love.
Each turn reveals a breathtaking view,
A canvas of colors, rich and true.
With every mile, I’m lost in bliss,
In this enchanting world, there’s magic in the mist.
As I drive along this path so free,
The beauty of nature is a gift to me.
Breaking the Cycle
In a restless mind, thoughts start to loop,
Round and round, like a crowded troop.
Heartbeats race, a dance of dread,
Chasing shadows, where calm once led.
Each worry spins, a dizzying flight,
Caught in the cycle, no end in sight.
But a breath can break, the silent shout,
Step by step, we’ll find a way out.
Embrace of Cleanliness 🧼
Softly lathers in warm embrace,
Only the purest scents fill the space.
Adventures in cleanliness, a joyful quest,
Pure and refreshing, it offers its best.
Summer’s Embrace
Muggy outside, I step in a sweat,
My hair’s a frizz, it’s the best look yet!
The sun’s blazing hot, the air’s like a stew,
At least I don’t need a sauna—just step outside, woo!
A Gift of Friendship
Mary received a special gift
In hopes of lifting her spirits,
For she had been feeling down,
And her friends wanted to cheer her up.
Disheveled Disorder !
There once was a lad from the border,
Who dreamed of becoming a hoarder.
With treasures galore,
He’d smile and adore,
But his house was a disheveled disorder!
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