Painting the Sky with Tears

When do tears turn to stardust and when I look out the window onto the clouds of the sky
When do tears turn to stardust and how long can I wait until he shows up
When do tears turn to stardust and when will my true love come
When do tears turn to stardust and when will he finally make his way back to me.

When do tears turn to stardust and how long can I wait until he shows up
When do tears turn to stardust and how long can you wait and cry those same tears
When do tears turn to stardust and when will he finally make his way back to me
When do tears turn to stardust and how long can I paint the same clouds and the same sky.

When do tears turn to stardust and how long can you wait and cry those same tears
When do tears turn to stardust and when will my true love come
When do tears turn to stardust and how long can I paint the same clouds and the same sky
When do tears turn to stardust and when I look out the window onto the clouds of the sky.

Poetics: Left in the Lurch

Writer’s Workshop Prompts For May 16, 2024

XO, XO, Rain

I was waiting for the sky to stop raining and that I wouldn’t have to hide underneath my umbrella but the tears of me just kept on flowing and the hurt just wouldn’t leave me

But only when I picked up the pencil and pen I wrote down every word that came pouring out like rain and once it hit

It felt just like I had broken glass on my way out of my heart because every piece of me just poured through like ink of literature

I never thought the rain would ever be the one to change all of my plans where in one second it was like the sun had begun to cry through the clouds.

But only when I picked up the pencil and pen I wrote down every word that came pouring out like rain and once it hit

It hit me like a raindrop of glass where every piece just shattered through the mirror and I was looking at myself face to face

I never thought the rain would ever be the one to change all of my plans where in one second it was like the sun had begun to cry through the clouds

Once the sun had left the clouds then the rain came out and I was wearing my heart on my sleeve and it was like a tattoo on my skin.

It hit me like a raindrop of glass where every piece just shattered through the mirror and I was looking at myself face to face

It felt just like I had broken glass on my way out of my heart because every piece of me just poured through like ink of literature

Once the sun had left the clouds then the rain came out and I was wearing my heart on my sleeve and it was like a tattoo on my skin

I was waiting for the sky to stop raining and that I wouldn’t have to hide underneath my umbrella but the tears of me just kept on flowing and the hurt just wouldn’t leave me.

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for May 9, 2024

Betrayal In Between the Lines

You messed with my intentions you almost made me regret it because I let you in my heart only for you to leave me and now I am standing on the foot of my papers and pens while trying to keep more than the story alive
You messed with my intentions until you chose to cross the line of trust and loyalty only for you to slip up and say the secret now I am looking through the corner of my eye just to see what else you will slip up to say
You messed with my intentions while I was only with you for a chapter in my life and now I am writing the story of my future side by side until I can find the time 
You messed with my intentions and caused my heart to be hurt without a care in the world of how you hurt me in the first place but now I am just that heart that is hanging by a thread.
You messed with my intentions until you chose to cross the line of trust and loyalty only for you to slip up and say the secret now I am looking through the corner of my eye just to see what else you will slip up to say 
You messed with my intentions and you only said that this was no accident and that you meant to do it because you didn’t know that playing the game with my heart would lead to something more 
You messed with my intentions and caused my heart to be hurt without a care in the world of how you hurt me in the first place but now I am just that heart that is hanging by a thread
You messed with my intentions until we wrote out all the parts with you in the lines and now we are reenacting the scenes of the parts we played in the past.
You messed with my intentions and you only said that this was no accident and that you meant to do it because you didn’t know that playing the game with my heart would lead to something more 
You messed with my intentions while I was only with you for a chapter in my life and now I am writing the story of my future side by side until I can find the time
You messed with my intentions until we wrote all the parts with you in the lines and now we are reenacting the scenes of the parts we played in the past
You messed with my intentions you almost made me regret it because I let you in my heart only for you to leave me and now I am standing on the foot of my papers and pens while trying to keep more than the story alive.

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Regret

Writer’s Workshop Prompts For May 2, 2024

The Crush Dilemma

I remember when, I had a crush who I thought was going to be my first kiss but that didn’t end up being the plan and then I walked away because my best friend at the time was friends with him and had feelings for him and that’s when I decided to leave it be and let her have him instead of me and I am so glad I did.
I remember when, I thought when I was younger life was so much harder and when I became older it would be so much easier because I would have a better head start on things and be able to make better decisions and maybe even take love more seriously instead of taking it with a crush and just liking someone based on their appearance but taking their personality into consideration as the top of my list.
I remember when, I said that I would never be in love with someone who cheats or deceives me but boy was I wrong and that didn’t end up being what had happened instead I fell for them in all the wrong ways and in all the wrong places.
I remember when, I had a dream of him the day before the last day and I said that I loved him in my mind because I was hoping it would better than saying it out loud at the time even though I had already told him over text message and I began to cry that day because I realized I had felt for him even more than the last day.
I remember when, I thought when I was younger life was so much harder and when I became older it would be so much easier because I would have a better head start on things and be able to make better decisions and maybe even take love more seriously instead of taking. 
I remember when, I thought we were both on the same exact level but to only find out we were two completely different people but I would still like the chance to know you more.

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Writer’s Workshop Prompts For May 2, 2024

Sunsets as Tattoos

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-day-of-fire-and-sun-2/

Slow days go one by one, trapped inside of a glass between genuine and jaded glory

Where I watch the sun as it sets and rises where I am captured by only my dreams

And if the locket fits around my neck, then the memories will become my tattoo of you

Where I thought that every piece that led to you only broke you, where this love was dead and gone.

Where I watch the sun as it sets and rises where I am captured by only my dreams

Leaving behind all of my stories in writing inside of unsent stamped envelopes

Where I thought that every piece that led to you only broke you, where this love was dead and gone

Where the sparks in my eyes-only left holes in the paper and pens of my now voided heart.

Leaving behind all of my stories in writing inside of unsent stamped envelopes

And if the locket fits around my neck, then the memories will become my tattoo of you

Where the sparks in my eyes-only left holes in the paper and pens of my now voided heart

Slow days go one by one, trapped inside of a glass between genuine and jaded glory.

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Jaded glory

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for April 25, 2024

Dear Diary, Lock it, Like a Locket

Dear Diary,

Lock it, Like a Locket

Lock and Key

The love is security

No password, No entry

Locked in pages

Ripped in lines

No spaces, complete lines.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Secrets in my mind

I hope no one sees it

I stash it underneath my pillow.

My Dear Diary

Lock it, Like a Locket

I hope no one knows the pages

I write my secrets on.

Lock it, Like a Locket

My tears become my jar of hearts

No remorse on these lines

Just the paper cuts of scars

Where tears left their watermark

Visibility blurred I am no longer conscious

Thoughts have been switched to mind control

I only hope my diary is safe

Because I would hate for those secrets to be exposed.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Time out, whodunit?

Someone stole my diary, who’s the culprit?

Footprints left a trace of roses and petals

Where his ring became my paper cuts of scars

If only his lips didn’t turn those roses into poisonous thorns.

Lock it, Like a Locket

I am can almost taste the glass on his lips

that has now hit me like shards of quicksand

he would rather play a game than to bite his tongue.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Either give me back my diary

Or you’ll have to lose the glass

That unlocks the key

To the biggest secret of all

My heart

Which is why I lock it, like a locket.

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for April 18, 2024

The Time I Wished I Was Older

I wished I was older when I was only five and that I could conquer the world even though I never had a plan 

I wished I was older when I first started high school and I would go off on my own and leave myself behind 

I wished I was older and I would get married and maybe one day have children of my own, but that for now is not a possibility 

I wished I was older, and that I could make better decisions when I was younger because I knew it better when I was younger, not older 

I wished I was older, and that I met someone who would respect me instead of someone else who was going to walk out on me, but someone who I would make stay 

I wished I was older, and that I was more careful who I gave my heart to because I feel like no one was careful with my heart 

I wished I was older and that I knew better than I did when I was older, but that I could rewind the clock and be younger 

I wished I was older and that I would see the one sibling that I have not seen since they were born because while they are younger I am older but I still wish I was younger not older 

I wished I was older when I first fell in love and I knew the difference between a crush and someone who I would love 

I wished I was older, and that I was wiser than I was when I was older, but I guess they say you know better when you’re older than when your younger, but for me, that was quite the opposite 

I wished I was older and that I would not be starting over in my 20s, but that I would start from the beginning 

I wished I was older when I thought that all love was a love story, but not everything in love is written as a fairytale 

I wished I was older when I was only five and that I could conquer the world even though I never had a plan to begin with, but something to end with. 

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for April 11, 2024

The Love That Broke Like Glass

No one ever asked me, to reset the clocks when I fell through the glass, which had broken in half. I must have lost the key, broke the latch, cut it in half, broke like glass, when across the sea became my fallen piece of poetry.
No one ever asked me, about an unspoken promise. When the tables of two turned on me, after midnight, I was consumed with the thought, that you loved me, even though you traded my heart for the playing cards. Finally, and finally, the words of your heart seemed to be a blackout, so you forced yourself to blackout.
No one ever asked me, How you went back to where you started? To come out of love so fast, then to have all of these memories and feelings of you and me to be buried in boxes, but here’s what I remember: the love of the sun was never blinded by the blue sky; the love of the stars can never be the same as when I looked into your eyes; the light never strikes the same as it does when lightning never strikes the same place twice.
No one ever asked me if you’ll listen to my words instead of just listening to my heart of me when you still look into my eyes with the same expression when you cannot even put love into action, but all your words seem to be honest, even when you are trying to hide your feelings from me because you don’t know if you can trust me with the truth, but yet you are the one who encourages my dreams.
No one ever asked me if you were the influencer in my life, only because I like to keep your name out of the way in order for me to write the lines to the story of you and me.
No one ever asked me if there was somewhere to hide, just to see if someone would ever find me, but I was still hiding, not underneath the bed, but in my own mind, because my thoughts have never exited my mind except when I am writing down my lines.
No one ever asked me if my heart was used by a puppet on a string where my heart was being played outside of me and I had no control of the rhythm of my heart and if it was still beating, but when the petals wore out, the glass began to break because the love was what made my heart begin to malfunction.
No one ever asked me if there was a rare sight of me, who always wondered if he was still waiting for me and if he would ever come to find me.
No one ever asked me, about why I was glad that the one that got away had gotten away and why I chose to give my heart away to the one that had gone away in the first place.
No one ever asked me why I used to write about you. Spit it out? Don’t look down; just because others want to put you down, we are all humans. Can you hear me? I am not the girl I used to be; I am me, and I am who I want to be, not what you made me out to be. Lamplight turns me on like a flashlight, and I see that I am more than just a girl—the one who loves you every day and every night but who dreams of you with her mind. Have you peaked? Did you ever get around to reading the stories that I wrote about you and me? A dark room, no light, nothing to see here except when you look through the pages of the words with invisible ink.
No one ever asked me, if falling in love was like falling through the glass of a love story that could never be, unless it was just a dream or a fantasy.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for March 28, 2024

Love Under Lock and Key

I missed the days when I melted through all the roses and all the tears that I had shed. This is not the first time I have been held hostage to these pages of the past, but looking through the crystal ball and being sent back to the past because I wished I had kissed you before you were chosen to walk away I may have loved every minute of loving you, but I wondered if we would ever get through all the ink that we have gone through in these pages but after contemplating all these numbers at a time I have begun to see that no matter which looking glass I look through there is still more to reality than what opposites may attract.

But after being the last one to love me I began to hold myself and see if the pain will release and not have such a hold over my heart because I think that everything that happened in the past has held me back from seeing the other side of the pages that I have been stuck in and not able to escape through because I am trapped in the fragile glass of the shards and even though I left the roses on the surface there are still more secrets that I wish I had to hide.

But you know everything there is to know even though some are still hidden and locked behind the surface and even though you may want to know everything in my heart I rather keep those to myself for now until I want to unlock them and let someone else in my heart to cherish them which is resplendent to the rose petals inside all those locks that now hold a key inside of me because I cannot seem to fly without being delusional deranged even though you are the last one to know and the last one to love me but who knows if you will be the last one to hold me because those pieces of the glass of me may not belong to your puzzle pieces because the picture got cut out of you where you are folded without a view and never show up in my slideshow because I liked to call the album a little piece of glass that cuts like thorns but crossed the glass after so many lines without a lie because you only told me the truth.

If you want the story to be opposites attract, then I guess you must have missed the signs because who knows if we are compatible, even though I don’t even know when your sun raised or when the moon descended when you were born but if love is meant to be a sign then why do opposites attract? Shouldn’t it be based on compatibility even though everything cannot be taken by probability even though love takes time for me while I am waiting on it to make a decision because I am so indecisive about love myself that no matter where I spin the wheel it seems to either fall back in reverse or inverse.

There may be more pieces than what is on my mind, but after contemplating my thoughts about them a hundred times, I realized that I would breaking my heart again without even choosing to give love a chance after keeping it in a lock for so long in my mind where love is only living through a dream instead of through reality because there is a love that has not come to me yet because they are far away and keeping their distance from me because they don’t know how or when the right time is to love me.

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 03/19/2024

Writer’s Workshop Prompts For March 21, 2024

Eternal Twilight’s Revelry

Genial sun

Where words of you are on my arm

but there was no room left but a blank space

I was going to tattoo a heart of you

but it might as well be a rose in the spring

because that is what you are to me

a genial sun without any wings

because, as far as I can see,

You are still flying over the sun

because you cannot seem to find

your dreams.

Genial sun

I was never lost until I was found

Right about now

If I could go back in the past

Would our suns and moon have been a match?

Genial sun

I used to think this love was a true story

but I realized that it might have been over and dead

and that the roses were no longer growing.

Genial sun

I used to think that I didn’t want to break your heart again

but come to think that you were breaking mine every day

while I used to think I was the one who was getting into your head.

I used to think

I was always the one who was to blame

But really, it was the other half of my heart

I was just craving respect.

I used to think

that we both had tried both you and me

but it was clear to me

that even we had blurred lines

between respect and love.

Genial sun

before we decide that forever is going to be enough

We may need time to know if this is going to last

because I would rather know now than later.

Genial sun

I know when we said goodbye

That was supposed to be the end of it all

but there was still more to the story

that I used to think was the ending.

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – ? Writer’s Choice ?

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for March 14, 2024