Rejection bred stupidity Lightly I took the opportunities Fearing my real self would be seen I became another A skin of opaque change A crust of insincerity Not real, not fake Not me Not the boy born The boy made of Anger, Confusion, Fear A ball of insecure knots Aching to unravel To reach me...Read more

I saw this prompt in a poetry and writing magazine while locked up. It simmered on my mind for a long while and then it came out. I was reminded of this poem when I stumbled into the prompt section. This was my first prompt effort. I hope you enjoy. The desire I feel Smoothness of age A curve dow...Read more

Oats rolled flat. The grayish pale nourishment Much like the brain Though These have no want No need, no desire For a hand touching a back Holding a hand. Company to sate the lonely hearts That linger and solitude of desperate need Need for a small moment of comfort. Help in nourishing th...Read more

I stood as the boy watching you work the shovel. Years went by and still your words kept getting deeper. When you left I crawled in to keep going with the words you had left me to work with. Fear and self-loathing disguised as relief in the form of a pill or a little drop of gin helped to complete t...Read more

So deep in my fear I reside Sleeping through day into dawn Never holding to reality Life is a series of lies Told as though my being exists only in a world where all is an act Time over time Over and again Layer upon layer Atop my head the Lie builds Never needing to be corrected Only added onto...Read more