#AugustPrompt1

you tend to eat flowers one after every meal a petal for each tear a poem for each burial i've heard your thrumming sonnets and kissed your bleeding heart your lover, dear, ...

The Fertilizer of Literature By: Sam Gilbert From the pages of imagination Sprouts the seed of society From the expressions of history Grows the tree of morality From the expressions of God's Develops the humanity of man Literature the magic fertilizer To humanity...

━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ life flourishes with the touch of ink upon parchment the steady drip of water and the scratch of pen on paper seem to go hand in hand perhaps, one might ...

#Augustprompt1 #Augustprompt3 #Augustprompt5 I liked all three and got a really good idea from all of them ;w; The ink drips off the page Flower no longer growing as I draw I twirled the pen in my hand Blue cover illuminated by the sunbeams One of the logs creaked Let's leave I plead, sca...

An empty book A writer His words he sewed into it With his pen it flourished It held his dreams It held his heart The flower that it birthed Didnt perish Some ire that flower Some dont even know it exists To some, its a flower in a field of many When you l...

— the smell of sea salt and seaweed mix in a derelict corner of my mind, where neglect and deprication dwell, depravity and decay are soon to follow. the sun took its dying breath long ago, and daffodils have cessed to bloom. now thunder declares its presence in a declamat...

To go to where dandelions litter the tumbling fields. To where mountains tower like threatening shields. To where waters stretch beyond faraway lands. To where rings adorn such youthful hands. To go to where trees cover the daytime sky. To where people dance In mid-July. To where goats come to spec...

Bloody paper, and bleeding pens. They all await, at world’s end. The storybook, is left to tell, the tale of heroes, who trek through Hell. From inside, new hearts shall grow, into the words, on pages sewn. Using life, just like pawns. The plots will c...