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Prompt: Bully: Write a letter to or from a bully.
Dearest Bully
At what point did you choose me from your bag of marbles and why, might I ask, was I such a wonderful specimen? Taunting and shoving me to the ground, making me question my own self-worth, competence, and ability. Ripping the label of “confident” from my chest and throwing it into the garbage, and for what? I know you know me well, it seems like we’ve been acquaintances for as long as I can remember. Along the ridge of lasting internal scars, you manage to stick around, regardless of how many times I thought I shook you off.
It has dawned on me now that we used to be friends, back when everything was simple. In all actuality, it wasn’t less than two years ago when we were the best of friends. We spent every waking moment, we walked every path and here you are still in my life taking hold of everything that is my past. You broke my heart and beat me down all from within and still, I love you; dare I dream of the day when we finally make amends? The day we walk those paths again in awe, questioning the beauty and insignificant detail of everything we saw?
Never in my life did I expect this to be true, but let this letter dawn on you like this notion did to me. Although you are a figment of my confused inner self, we’ve never been so separate yet one in the same before. I know I did this to myself for cherishing all you had to say, but when you spend your whole life with something you never know what else to believe.
I know you’re reading this now through the windows in my head, after all, you are in there and never seem to leave. You’re part of me and always have been, we were at war every hour of every day and to be quite fair, I was losing.
That is, until I gained the upper hand, and learned how to control you. I calmed your logic and tamed your words to build from the wreckage I was in. I’m here today, my heart still beating to show you that I won. Although we may never get along, we’ll be together through everything and for you, there is no escape. You’ll have to learn to live with yourself and enjoy the ride you’ll take.
Sincerely,
Yourself
Prompt: General
Moon
The ground is softer on the moon.
You bounce and leap and do not fall,
The dust and rocks, like desert dunes
As silver as a polished spoon.
Just once a month you see it all.
The ground is softer on the moon.
And if you leave we’ll see you soon
Among the craters great and small,
The dust and rocks, like desert dunes.
There is no writing and no runes,
No roof to hold you if you’re tall.
The ground is softer on the moon.
The moonlight has a different tune,
The stars and sky a special call,
The dust and rocks like desert dunes.
The eerie calling of the loon
Has nothing on the lunar pall.
The ground is softer on the moon,
The dust and rocks, like desert dunes.