Stealing half-written poems Prompts

Scurries through libraries and offices, stealing half-written poems, sketches, code, whispered startup pitches. Buries them under ancient trees. Someday, when humanity needs them, they will bloom.

Scurries through libraries and offices, stealing half-written poems, sketches, code, whispered startup pitches. Buries them under ancient trees. Someday, when humanity needs them, they will bloom.

A-Haywire Mite, Cindergrove Revisited, "Whispers of inspiration, a muse's gentle touch, igniting creative fires and birthing artistic expression.", "When I see you smile, I can face the world."

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

After Strip light and bend it, twist it until mirrors on crumbled walls show who you are. This was never a dream nor fantasy but oh so cold reality of a harsh October rain. Because stone withers does not mean what was printed was false Still and always I will cherish what beauty that could be saved. Still I will shiver like butterfly wings when the first morning light paints a new world.

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Small Words of Missing Red ink like lover’s lips flow slowly as my pen roams unwritten landscapes for your honour. Like a pilgrim in holy lands I visit every memory as my favourite temple in time, until the next my breath takes away. It’s been more than forever since the day our sun died; when with a hasty kiss my tears you dried. Leaving me with gray small words of missing that cover me like frozen rain from a place where roses only thorns grow.

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).