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I can do better

I can be better

Today it ends -

I'm finally

walking away.

And you know what?

It feels pretty damn good.

Have a great life,

I'm done.

And the relief in my chest

Tells me I made the right answer

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I can do better
I can be better
Today it ends -
I'm finally
walking away.
And you know what?
It feels pretty damn good.
Have a great life,
I'm done.
And the relief in my chest
Tells me I made the right answer
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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Poured Life

Addiction ain't

Got such a chain

With that coffee lifted cup

Starbucks stain -

a friendly worker's

morning smile;

Watch brewing brew's tech

All the while,

Intrigued like we know

What It All Means,

Keys to the stars

Inside metal machines

Heart of darkness

Weighs a feather-light fake

Upon black ambrosia

Of sunrise take

Not marble engraving,

But a sleepless sleep's break

Fresh water in the face

Of the endless salt lake:

What's a bad habit

To impending doom's fall?

I'll take another espresso,

Hell - I'll take them all

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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Poured Life
Addiction ain't
Got such a chain
With that coffee lifted cup
Starbucks stain -
a friendly worker's
morning smile;
Watch brewing brew's tech
All the while,
Intrigued like we know
What It All Means,
Keys to the stars
Inside metal machines
Heart of darkness
Weighs a feather-light fake
Upon black ambrosia
Of sunrise take
Not marble engraving,
But a sleepless sleep's break
Fresh water in the face
Of the endless salt lake:
What's a bad habit
To impending doom's fall?
I'll take another espresso,
Hell - I'll take them all
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #culture  #lyrics 
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What I wish I wrote Back

You said that you missed me today.

 

That’s the thing about you. It’s always pretty words whispered like kisses, tempting the warm embrace of my comforting sentiments. But all you are is words. You’re a god-damn tease, and I’m tired.

You’re drunk and there was drama between you and her again, and so now you’re here and you’re telling me things – I miss you, you’re my favorite, I love you, you’re the best – and I just. I don’t know anymore. I want to hate you; sometimes I do. But mostly I just want to stop feeling so used.

Part of its my fault, I let you do this to me, I let you make me feel these emotions. Because I’ve been there every second of your hurt, every little minor pain. I care too much, and you…don’t. You like to think you do, but when I had a breakdown and almost tried to kill myself you dropped me like last year’s news – you thought my distance was because I was looking to start drama. You know what? Fuck you for that. You still think that whole incident was about you. You think the entire world is about you.

You can’t just go around taking turns at using us and then switching to the next girl when the first one gets annoyed. Yet here you are. Here you go. And here I am after it all, still letting you pull this shit. What does that make me – the girl who stays friends with the guy who makes her want to die? A masochist, maybe. You don’t even deserve these words.

 You make me feel like I don’t matter. I wish I’d never met you.

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Written by apromptaday in portal Stream of Consciousness
What I wish I wrote Back
You said that you missed me today.
 
That’s the thing about you. It’s always pretty words whispered like kisses, tempting the warm embrace of my comforting sentiments. But all you are is words. You’re a god-damn tease, and I’m tired.

You’re drunk and there was drama between you and her again, and so now you’re here and you’re telling me things – I miss you, you’re my favorite, I love you, you’re the best – and I just. I don’t know anymore. I want to hate you; sometimes I do. But mostly I just want to stop feeling so used.

Part of its my fault, I let you do this to me, I let you make me feel these emotions. Because I’ve been there every second of your hurt, every little minor pain. I care too much, and you…don’t. You like to think you do, but when I had a breakdown and almost tried to kill myself you dropped me like last year’s news – you thought my distance was because I was looking to start drama. You know what? Fuck you for that. You still think that whole incident was about you. You think the entire world is about you.

You can’t just go around taking turns at using us and then switching to the next girl when the first one gets annoyed. Yet here you are. Here you go. And here I am after it all, still letting you pull this shit. What does that make me – the girl who stays friends with the guy who makes her want to die? A masochist, maybe. You don’t even deserve these words.

 You make me feel like I don’t matter. I wish I’d never met you.
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I dare you

to try and play me again

see how that works out, try

I dare you I dare you

Ifuckingdareyou

Cus' this time I'll say

that final goodbye.

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I dare you
to try and play me again
see how that works out, try
I dare you I dare you
Ifuckingdareyou
Cus' this time I'll say
that final goodbye.

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RIP

I broke

another damn

coffee mug today -

thought this one 

could 

withstand it all -

added it 

to the collection 

of those that took a fall;

I really 

ought stop 

bringing them outside,

where 

they don't 

belong,

Or maybe they 

should make that shit 

at least twice as strong 

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RIP
I broke
another damn
coffee mug today -
thought this one 
could 
withstand it all -
added it 
to the collection 
of those that took a fall;
I really 
ought stop 
bringing them outside,
where 
they don't 
belong,
Or maybe they 
should make that shit 
at least twice as strong 

#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #culture  #lyrics  #opinion 
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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Lucky

I am lucky. 

I am lucky I am lucky,

Privileged with a life far better than most –

we love you, you ungrateful shit

So really, I can’t complain.

I have a roof over my head,

I have a wardrobe full of expensive clothes.

I have a good resume:

two internships, Dean’s List three years in a row –

Don’t you fucking dare throw your opportunities away

and working experience dealing with children.

I am lucky, I’m in good physical health,

My heart is steady beating,

I rarely get sick,

I can run a mile without breaking a sweat –

I get practice, you see

Running from the drunk monster

I used to call dad –

Just broke six minutes on the track:

Coach thinks I could make it to states.

I have a scholarship lined up,

A school hours and hours away,

I have a black eye today,

I have a new bottle of foundation

sitting on my dresser like an apology,

I have food on my plate

even if I don’t get much of it –

No one likes a fat slob, 

You sure you wanna eat all that  –

And if the celery tastes bitter,

I can hold my tongue.

I have a good life

I have a set curfew,

Just like everyone my age

But I don’t think –

Can’t listen to shit,

Ungratefulfuckinglittlebrat; 

I’ll teach you a lesson,

STOP FUCKING SCREAMING –

Their parents are quite as strict.

When I wake up at a hospital

I have flowers on the window,

Nurses whispering in concern;

Apparently, I was mugged.

They ask me if I’m ok. I’m –

Tired. Scared. Startingtogiveup

Just fine, I say.

I am lucky, after all.

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by apromptaday
Lucky
I am lucky. 
I am lucky I am lucky,
Privileged with a life far better than most –
we love you, you ungrateful shit
So really, I can’t complain.

I have a roof over my head,
I have a wardrobe full of expensive clothes.
I have a good resume:
two internships, Dean’s List three years in a row –
Don’t you fucking dare throw your opportunities away
and working experience dealing with children.

I am lucky, I’m in good physical health,
My heart is steady beating,
I rarely get sick,
I can run a mile without breaking a sweat –
I get practice, you see
Running from the drunk monster
I used to call dad –
Just broke six minutes on the track:
Coach thinks I could make it to states.

I have a scholarship lined up,
A school hours and hours away,
I have a black eye today,
I have a new bottle of foundation
sitting on my dresser like an apology,
I have food on my plate
even if I don’t get much of it –
No one likes a fat slob, 
You sure you wanna eat all that  –
And if the celery tastes bitter,
I can hold my tongue.

I have a good life
I have a set curfew,
Just like everyone my age
But I don’t think –
Can’t listen to shit,
Ungratefulfuckinglittlebrat; 
I’ll teach you a lesson,
STOP FUCKING SCREAMING –
Their parents are quite as strict.

When I wake up at a hospital
I have flowers on the window,
Nurses whispering in concern;
Apparently, I was mugged.
They ask me if I’m ok. I’m –
Tired. Scared. Startingtogiveup
Just fine, I say.
I am lucky, after all.
#poetry  #prosechallenge  #culture  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Choose Your Day

You are loved,

even when on the days

like today

You feel sad and alone.

You are important

to so many people;

They need you

more than you realize.

You are more

than the romantic dinner

or candle lit date

you won't be having tonight.

You could be the one

Who makes your best friend's day

with a box of chocolates,

and plans for a rom-com binge.

You could be the one

who makes another smile

with that shitty Internet

Valentine's-day card text.

You could be the one

who spends the day

pissing on

everything you're jealous of,

again,

But you are loved

and you could be the one

who lets yourself enjoy the day,

instead.

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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Choose Your Day
You are loved,
even when on the days
like today
You feel sad and alone.

You are important
to so many people;
They need you
more than you realize.

You are more
than the romantic dinner
or candle lit date
you won't be having tonight.

You could be the one
Who makes your best friend's day
with a box of chocolates,
and plans for a rom-com binge.

You could be the one
who makes another smile
with that shitty Internet
Valentine's-day card text.

You could be the one
who spends the day
pissing on
everything you're jealous of,
again,

But you are loved
and you could be the one
who lets yourself enjoy the day,
instead.


#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Mr. President

I wrote you a sonnet today, 

and if I publish it I could be arrested.

I'll leave you with this instead:

free speech is a fucking joke,

and you won't get away with 

raping our constitution;

history will remember you

for the monster you are.

I hate you so god-damn much.

God Bless America, 

                have an awful month. and year. and term. 

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Mr. President
I wrote you a sonnet today, 
and if I publish it I could be arrested.
I'll leave you with this instead:
free speech is a fucking joke,
and you won't get away with 
raping our constitution;
history will remember you
for the monster you are.
I hate you so god-damn much.

God Bless America, 
                have an awful month. and year. and term. 

#nonfiction  #politics  #culture 
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Something More

You make feel ugly things -

The sensation

clawing like a parasite

down my vocal chords,

Rending my soul

speechless

in absolute hate.

It terrifies me,

because the words

are foul,

flowing into the

piss stained walls

of consciousness,

vomiting onto the page.

I feel dirty writing them,

the acidic wenches:

life was far simpler

when I thought

there was only room

for the pretty words.

You make me feel too raw;

too deeply,

too full of bubbling skin

and knife stabbed eyes.

God. The awfulness of it all

is too powerful for definition.

Emotion is ripping me

limb from limb, agony,

I wish I could scream.

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Something More
You make feel ugly things -
The sensation
clawing like a parasite
down my vocal chords,
Rending my soul
speechless
in absolute hate.
It terrifies me,
because the words
are foul,
flowing into the
piss stained walls
of consciousness,
vomiting onto the page.
I feel dirty writing them,
the acidic wenches:
life was far simpler
when I thought
there was only room
for the pretty words.
You make me feel too raw;
too deeply,
too full of bubbling skin
and knife stabbed eyes.
God. The awfulness of it all
is too powerful for definition.
Emotion is ripping me
limb from limb, agony,
I wish I could scream.
#nonfiction  #poetry 
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I don't even know.

FUCK YO U ANXIETY 

F U C K         YO    U -

FU CK THIS    

                      ERATTIC 

B E ATI   N G   AN  D 

U NST EADI NES    S 

ALL T       HE

   G OD

D     A M   N  T I M E

I HA T 

EYOU SO      FU    KIN 

M               UC                         H

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Written by apromptaday
I don't even know.
FUCK YO U ANXIETY 
F U C K         YO    U -
FU CK THIS    
                      ERATTIC 
B E ATI   N G   AN  D 
U NST EADI NES    S 
ALL T       HE
   G OD
D     A M   N  T I M E
I HA T 
EYOU SO      FU    KIN 
M               UC                         H


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