Blackness descends all around me
Clothing me in the shadows of darkness
How dark can it get?
Darker than dark
I am hidden from the world
Hidden within the prison of a dark pearl
They keep me safe, but blind, concealed alone
Clasped within the hands of the damned
I am at their mercy
For at any time, the pearl can drop and break
As can my soul
When shall I at last wake?
Because daily prompts were getting a bit much for both me and my readers, I have decided to only do a once a week prompt. It is still based on the same idea; I give you five words or themes and you can either use your own imagination to make something out of it or you can go and use the prompts to look at pictures at websites, such as DeviantArt.com or Pinterest to help spur on ideas of your own.
The new weekly prompts will now start on Wednesdays and today is the first.
This week’s prompts are – Hunting – A Prisoner – Jury Duties – A Businessman – Under the Stairs
Strange how these prompts have blended well together, a prisoner and jury duties, that weirdly matches and these are truly randomly generated words! Especially bizarre is the fact that another word in this prompt is “Hunting” so obviously someone is hunting an escaped prisoner? Or something along those lines or maybe someone is going to be imprisoned due to illegal hunting (poaching)? There is so much to think about and play with on these prompts because again you can think about fraudulent activities from the businessman who may go to jail and escape and therefore is hunted? A bounty hunter chases down a wanted criminal and imprisons him as that is the business of a bounty hunter isn’t it? Maybe as a way to incarcerate him for the police to pick him up the bounty hunter keeps him locked in a makeshift prison under the stairs of his home? Who knows?
This is an exciting prompt I must say.
This is going to be really fun to do; I hope you do have fun with it!
You must like pain if you still read my poisoned words
Always aimed at you
Always said in truth
Always breaking you, because you allow it
You allow it, because you sit and read
You sit and allow yourself to grieve
At the words I say to you
You are the fool
I am your cruel mistress
Because you allow it, submissive
You read it and I don’t make you
You’ve allowed me to imprison your mind
And I will always own you
As long as you still sit and read, sit and grieve
Even after I’ve disowned you
You’ve allowed me to imprison – YOU!
And nowhere is home
I look around
But I’m still seeking love
Sweet love I need
I looked in your heart
But it is locked up
And I grieve coz I’m alone
I grieve alone
Could you open the door?
I’m alone in fear
I need sweet love
You are the one for me
I can set your heart free
You can rely on me
Sweet love of mine
This world is my prison
I sit and wait and stare
I have beautiful dangling prisms
That shimmers in lights glare
I watch those pretty crystals
Hanging above my head
I dream of another world
That I’ll go to when I’m dead
I see the wonderful flowers
In a sunny meadow bright
I’ll sit under green bowers
Soaking in the sight
I can’t wait for death to take me
Away from this bloodshot world
I hope fate has heard my plea
Under this branch I am curled
I’ll dream of another life
In another place
I hope it’s a life without strife
Or where I’m seen as a disgrace
I can’t abide this morbid world
Not for another day
I am lost in a netherworld
I need to run and play
This world is my prison
I am sure of it today
I need to fall into the crystal prisms
And leave this life that’s grey
There were a few poems I wrote once and I added them to poetry.com I think this happened around 2003 to 2005 I can’t really remember, but anyway, I forgot some of those poems and I tried to access the website to find that they went under new management in the past couple of years and so deleted many poems that were once there and filed them away. This site claims you can get access to your poems easily, but I haven’t the foggiest how to do it.
So, I am a little upset about that.
Well in any case, I remember one off by heart and here it is;
You locked me up one day, many years ago, to become weak and to grow old
You never thought I could be free, you really thought you owned me
I’ve proved you wrong and I am right
You’ll not get me without a fight
For I am dead now, thanks to you
Free as a bird