I reached up into my mind
but she skidded away
she was flirty and flighty with me
what can I say?
Another elusive thought came by
She was lost before I could even try
Three great writing prompts escaped me in the last minute or two.
Do your ideas often do this to you?
Stop and smell the daffodils
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
January has pocketed frosted dreams
Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice
Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy
Many driving too fast on her hills should know better
In a heavily prayer-scented car
A risk-taking older cigar-smoking woman twirls around on the ice
Finally landing with a splat, slamming into a steel embankment
Her days on earth over now
bitterer than any rejected suiter, the incredible storm picks up
The woman's Ford is covered in mounds of wet heavy snow
This is a desolate road, people do not see the wreck for hours
Nine One One is called, but it is too late.
This smoke has words that escape me actually
The EMT says, as he reaches the scene
I see no smoke, his unaware partner replies
Not seeing the haze that is taking the lady’s soul to heaven
Calamity in the cupboard.
Little tornado in the hall.
A lava lamp under my bed
Enormous flames now, big and tall.
I understand the need to crawl,
To get low, and to not scream and bawl
But the fire is scaring me in an assortment of ways,
So I am doing all of the things wrong, and I mean all….
Heartache and misery seem to get the best of me.
I’m walking through this house of mirrors.
I hate the reflection of my face.
As I spin around this room looking for an escape.
Were going through changes.
Everyone in this world.
Hold on tight
Don’t lose your self they say.
To late for me. Is it to late for you?
I need some one to hold me down.
Don’t let me go. Im begging you.
Help me find myself once again.
Crash and smash.
Break the mirrors in this room.
Blood flows out of the cuts on my hand.
No more reflections of my face.
Distorted images flashing in my eyes.
Tears on my cheeks burn as they fall to the floor.
I feel so alone, no one but myself, in this horrible house.
Blood and tears mix on the floor.
No one to save me from myself.
All I want is some one to help me.
The pain in my heart is excruciating.
I feel death closing in on my heart and soul.
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