Writing prompts!

Hey, everyone. I found some really "out there" prompts on Reddit that made me laugh out loud and at the same time made me stop and think because of how innovative they were. Is anyone up for challenging the person below us? Post a prompt and the person below replies (inspiring a poem/prose/quote/paragraph, no restrictions) and makes a new prompt.

The one I'm still thinking about went something like this:
You have 20 minutes to meet with one of your emotions. Who do you pick and what do you say to them?

Anger, my friend,
i lost you a couple of years ago
when I was young
and all I could see while on my way home
was a dog being constantly beaten down
to make him “strong”

Anger, dear,
our friend fear always accompanied me
and made me run before the owners
and the dog
could spot me walking near their gate.
I was a child. my heartbeat rose pretty fast.
I was frightened hearing his every Bark.
He barked. He didn’t cry.
His eyes were filled with you.
His teeth were ready to attack.
So every time I wanted to go out
I had to make sure the dog was chained
and their gate was locked

Anger, my friend,
I watched him chase kid after kid
with his teeth ready to devoured them.
I watched him killed cats
And fight other dogs
I was afraid.

Where we you at that time?

Prompt: you wake up and realize it’s already 12 pm and didn’t make it to work, what’s do you do?

Oh, Luce. That's heartbreaking. When anger can transform a person and make a creature, that should be a companion, turn into a manifestation of everything it's not. That boils my blood. We should never have to fear others or fear the consequences of their anger. But it happens all too often :(

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The sunlight burns my eyelids
(everything is too bright).
Emotions flare up after a night
where I barley made it out alive.
No one looks twice though.
As long as I appear functioning,
they assume I'm limitless.

My heart accelerates, my mind
finally forming coherent thoughts.
The time, what is the time?
I cry out, realizing it's noon and
I've missed the most important day.

How can they evaluate me when
I'm not even there?
(I'm barely even here).

I sink deeper into my covers,
too tired of myself to cry anymore.
I will deal with everything tomorrow
(if there is another one).

Prompt: You wake up one day and find a warning label tattooed on your skin. What does it say, how do you react to it?

Oh
The sky is grey and the grass is red
Those birds keep mocking me
The winds are swaying trees anxiously
where am I?

Lighting strikes
volcanoes far away erupt in madness
My arm aches.
Where am I?

Lakes boil in desperation
The ground shakes in fear
And those birds..
Oh those birds ...
they keep pecking at my arm
where I am?

My legs are swollen
My clothes are tore
My surrounding is on fire
And those birds...
Oh those birds...
Wait?!
I scream
“What is this written on my arm?”
Fudge, where am I?

The sky turns black
The ground is burning
And this arm...
Oh this arm...
It aches with a warning
“Wake up else you’ll die.”

O_o huh?

Prompt: Listen to a song and write whatever the melody inspires.

"A Place For My Head" - Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory album

It's like you've infected me,
no, you've fully taken over.
I have nowhere to run,
even the moon exposes me
when I look to it for comfort.
You lie, you steal the purest
parts of me, you've never
understood -
I used to be wholesome,
and you wanted that.
Suffering became your
only form of power,
an energy that I could
not always fight against.
My head, my goddamn head,
when can I ever rest?

You command me to be
an obedient servant.
(I don't owe you anything).

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Prompt: You're seated in an auditorium, listening to and watching your city's orchestra perform, when suddenly, someone cries out in the audience. Everyone stops and stares. What happens next?

It’s been difficult for me to write this past month, I love this thread ^_^

“I’m brave “ she thought
“...my place I have lost
The harmony needs me!”

She cries out loud,
the orchestra pauses
we all stare.

“ 'Cause I'm on top of the world, 'ey
I'm on top of the world, 'ey”
She sings,
demanding her place back
between the orchestra
and the audience.

“I am the main Maestro”
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EDIT:
Prompt: imagine you are walking and something holds onto your leg. What is it, and why is it holding on?

^ Aw, Star. Hope you're able to break that block! Sometimes a little push helps :)

I try to move forward,
it's what you would have wanted.
But claws sink into my heels;
I cry out in shock.
Fear never should have followed
me here, I thought I'd conquered
every one of its shadows.
How mistaken was I.
Everytime I lift one leg,
I fall deeper into the floor,
deeper into its arms.
If this is hell, can't I go
peacefully?
Why must it always end
with a fight...

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Prompt: Your best friend has the choice of having one superpower for the rest of their life. This affects your friendship. You are jealous and convinced that they have let the power go to their head, that they don't know how to use it without being harmed. How do you approach your friend?

^ You should post this!!!
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She disappeared
and I was talking for few minutes
not realizing she‘s gone.

It is alright I thought
for I have been always the one
who does the talking,
but she keeps feinting silence.

Now I realize she has sank deep
in her ego, and I always was
the side lamp that she never
bothered turning on.

**Prompt: what do you want to eat at this moment?

Back before we knew that girls liking
girls was a real thing, and an indescribable
feeling, we slept in the same room.
Innocent teenagers listening to new bands
and laughing at all the misheard lyrics.
We would pet your beagles and sneak a
liter of Coke upstairs and pop M&Ms
into each other's mouths. We ate sunchips
and teamed up to make pancakes in the morning when we couldn't bare the
thought of leaving each other's side.
This is what I miss the most about you,
when Coke and M&Ms were more than
just a snack. It's what we craved, and I
still shop down the aisles and pick them
up for you...
even though it's been years.

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Prompt: If you lived on another fantasy planet, that no one on Earth knew existed, what would it be like? Its name? Would you ever want to leave and travel to this Earth you've read about?

Bouyancy is the world learned by the young
wave tipping comes as second nature
as shooting up through surface sprung
the highest effort wins the wager.

Water is our life and supports
children of the deep and shallows
yet I climb onto ancient forts
finding truth lighting tallows.

These structures were left by men
who came and went away so long ago
we do not know if they were kin
or just those who books are bestowed.

But such things in pages to be unseen
is torture to one who yearns to see
though my world I dare not demean
if asked to leave I'd so much agree.

Prompt: You are studying for a final exam, when you suddenly have an epiphany that the subject is all wrong. You want to share this revelation, but you cannot afford to fail the exam. How do you handle it?

Don't know if this is what you were going for, but this is all I could think of ^_^

Sine and cosine,
there are too many equations,
too many angles.
I barely know what's adjacent
to me in real life,
demons in disguise all around.
The math doesn't matter anymore,
what even are these triangles?

They got it all wrong,
this isn't what life means.
We can't always work out
all the sides, even if we know
the exact angles.
Life isn't an equation.

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Prompt: You wake up in a tea or coffee mug. You are incredibly small or rather, the mug is incredibly large. Someone is pouring liquid in and you fear you will drown. What do you do?

Can I like reserve a prompt? Haha.

Lol! Do whatever you need to do :)

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug
constantly trying to climb my way out
by writing words
but emotions are pour
one after another
like hot water from a kettle
just filling this mug
almost drowning me with fear and anxiety
to stop me from realizing
that if I relax I can float my way out

Prompt: you are the supermarket and find out that your favorite food is on special. Do you buy more even though you know you won’t eat it? If so, What do you do with it?

I tell her it's the little things,
like frosted animal crackers that
are currently my favorite food,
though that will change in a week.
She takes me to a side aisle where I
see the white and pink creatures
in colorful bags, on their own display.
They're only one dollar if I buy eight
and I know they'll sit in the cabinet
for a bit, but my heart sings as if I've
summoned my inner child.
"I'll get the eight, life's too short."

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Suddenly, eveything you touch turns into a liquid. What is the liquid and how do you deal with everyday life?

To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water
Then I’ll touch not you nor I
but deserts upon deserts to birth plants
and an ecosystem for animals to survive
Then I’ll meditate about this gift of life
and about the options I may or may not have
to control my touch so that I too can survive

Prompt: you have to write a prompt for someone to write a poem without them knowing is a prompt they’ll have to write. How would you do it? Would you write a poem and hope the poem inspires them? Or what?

Edit: if the above prompt doesn’t inspires try this one instead. Prompt: you are in a desert and you see an oasis, what do you do?

Bumping this one... bump.

They told me you were a mirage,
but I can feel you,
freshwater coating my skin,
releasing me from the wrath of
dry bones I could not call home.
Your drops have fallen from long ago
and I am sure I can now survive.
My oasis, from underground to the
surface, you have given me hope.

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You are suddenly notified that your parents, who have now passed, own a town in the middle of nowhere and you are asked to visit. What do you do?

The Coming of the Lord

What host do these people present?
In royal carriage, Greyhound Bus,
do I enter my fiefdom in the desert
north and east of Las Vegas.

Plumbers and electricians
ply their services from shops
once occupied by gunsmiths
and the local undertaker.

No one turns out for my arrival
nor do they even take note
that rent now flows my way
since they send it all the same .

What do I do with it?
If I sell it, no one will buy
wholesale the whole lot
precious little is it worth.

I could sell it to the residents
if they are even interested
but their sons and daughters
do not stay in this wasteland.

Without even announcing
who I am or why I've come
simply buy lunch at the hotel
take the next bus out forever.

Prompt: You are a foreign national who takes the Soyez to the International Space Station for a 6 month tour of duty. Write about it.

^ I have no idea what Soyez mean and google isn’t helping much. Mind explaining a bit?

Sorry, typo:

Since the US Shuttles were grounded, the Russian Soyuz spacecraft have been used for transport to and from the International Space Station (ISS).

Oh, okay. Makes sense. I’ll try to see what I can come up with but if anyone is inspired please be my guess and take up on the prompt. Really, guys. No hard feelings if you do. ;)

Since the US Shuttles are grounded
(not exactly due to bad behavior
but grounded nonetheless),
The Russian Soyuz has been a good spacecraft
to transports us to Space.

So today, as you can see,
I tour this capsule as if it were
a tree
composed of three main parts:

the Orbital Module being the foliage
were I can rest while in orbit
And see the sky

Then there is the Descent Module
much similar to a trunk
where I can sit tightly while we launch up to space
or land here on Earth.

Then lastly there is the Propulsion Module
something much like roots
which are the home to the life support systems,
the solar panels, and what not

So as you can see
this capsule like a tree
is a means of transportation
to carry life

Note: sorry to disappoint this is all I can come up with.

Prompt: write about a puppy

^ Luce! I was secretly hoping you would take the prompt because I could not think of anything that would suffice. I love what you did with the prompt, and it was not easy thanks to Larry's brilliant mind. I probably didn't give it enough time though, so props to you ;)

I trudge home,
emotions as buried as the thick snow
that I can't seem to move.
My strength - evaporated
yet you welcome me with more
joy than I've ever witnessed.
You curl into me, your eyes
fierce in their love,
and I suddenly know
the greatest gift
is four paws and a limitless bond.

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Prompt: You wake up one day and do not feel temperature. It's as if your skin is a shield and you cannot discern hot or cold. What are your thoughts? What does this mean?

Today I died

Awoke from sleep, troubled no more
by dreams of slow plodding away from danger
legs stuck in molasses no voice to scream;
instead unusual calm and peaceful sleep.

Then I realized I was not cold:
no shivering when the covers fell off;
yet no warmth in the bed either
simply nothing there at all.

Jesus said be you hot or cold
lukewarm he would vomit out;
now I understand his point
except you cannot vomit a lack.

Slowly it dawned this is worse;
no cool or warm, no register,
a blank sheet of tolerance
and no human warmth or emotion.

That's when I knew I had died.

[Luce: brilliant!]

Prompt: How's your week been so far?

Thank you MaryAnne and Larry

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey
as the shoes I am wearing

(a bit onto the dark shade for those who don’t know)

there are no sunshine rays
only chilly temperatures asking me
to wear boots and sweaters

though with pregnancy
this week has been a battle
between a toddler trying to jump into my belly
and a baby kicking back
straight into my ribs
and bladder O_O

so, so far
this week has been
the same as the other weeks
but with a due date
getting closer
oh closer
and so much better

Prompt: write about winter

^ Aww, excited for you, Luce, as the date gets closer!

Winter

The world can be a cold, demoralizing
place. I feel betrayed when November
chills all the confidence out of my bones.

Depression sometimes is discrete,
ambushing me into believing it's not
that bad, that I don't need help just yet.
Winter frightens me; I cannot thaw
when it hides all of my secrets,
and forces me to never disclose their
whereabouts.

I wake up another day, shivering,
not ready for what today may bring.

You curl up next to me and
remind me to live in the present.
I drape blankets over us
and settle into the truth that we
are here...

the world won't always hurt us.

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Prompt: write about the emotional experience of eating a REALLY good sandwich.

^ thank you MaryAnne!

Title: Who am I kidding? It was the bread!

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight!

It was the Ham. No, the tomato, right?
May be, the mayo?
Or the incredible sight along with the sprite?!

May be, it was the pepper, the spice to indict,
for igniting my voracious appetite?!

But perhaps, it was the salami I must cite,
Or the pepperoni that became my taste buds kryptonite?

May be, it was everything in that plate that night
the whole sandwich that made feel happily contrite,
despite me being on a diet
where carbs should be a red light
to stop my every bite?

Prompt: write about visiting the place you always wanted to visit.

Heaven! Heaven! Where are you?
I searched for you in dreams I dreamt
while sleeping was my hobby.
I pictured you as the best place where I could rest
where I could rid myself of the ache in my chest
so I searched for you in hills,
in the sound that rivers make
in the sky above my head
where clouds shape-shift to form Gates
But Heaven! Oh dear Heaven!
Now that I’m sleep deprived
I find you here between my arms
Situated so peacefully profound
in the embrace of my babies.

Prompt: write about how you feel.

Luce, that is so beautiful.

I know it's normal to not have anything
figured out, but everyone is talking about
age like it's something to undress.
I'm still weary of a new day,
it seems impossible for this energy,
this mouthful of sunlight
that others have
to be in my grasp.
I will be a quarter of a century old
in four measly months,
and though I've survived so much,
I feel like a carnival ride
out of service, a memory malfunctioned.

Prompt: what is something that you lament or something you crave - something tangible

Thanks MA

Title: The Eating of a Poisonous Apple

From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep
and from within those roots,
a tree feeds to grow some fruits

And just like that hanging from a branch,
the fruit is suddenly snatched
then chewed all the way through
till seeds are all there’s left to plant anew

Thus from here to there, I hear laments
from those who ate and ended with regrets

Prompt: write about depression

The sun gave us a glimpse of
paradise today. It's not exaggerating
when I say it's been weeks since
any of us have had such a luxury.
I told my depression that I was
going to bask in the warmth,
no matter how strong the shackles,
no matter how much I wanted
to stay in the greys of solitude.
I found your color among the
blushing winter sun,
and today, I won.

Sometimes, I can't fight back,
and there is no one to blame,
but today, I let hope embrace me.

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Write about the most random show/movie you've ever seen.