Category: Daily Prompt

Anchored

Anchored and bounded

Like a soldier surrounded

There is no escape

There is no hope

 

Anchored and bounded

Like a submarine that’s grounded

The pain takes shape

And I’m letting go


But with you here I feel

Something lovely; its surreal

With you here I wonder

With you here I smile

 

And with you here I feel

Emotions so real

Im unmoored forever

And I’ll be with you all the while



The Icognito Writer: Unmoored

Given Up

I’ve given up

I’m falling down

No more waiting, no idling now


I’ve given up

The time is past

I think this breath is my last


I’ve given up

My time is gone

You don’t have to play along


I’ve given up

Descended into despair

This is one wound time wont repair


I’ve given up

But I’ll miss your smile

I’ll only be gone a little while



The Icognito Writer: Descend

Prankster

She was a prankster

She played those tricks

But beneath it all

She was a kid

She was a prankster

She played those tricks

But beneath it all

She was a kid


She lost her dad

Her mom wasn’t there

So she played around

So she wouldn’t disappear


They hated her guts

They hated her smile

If the only took the time

To talk to her for a while


Sure she was notorious

Sure she was infamous

But beneath it all

She didn’t want to be anonymous


She’d rather be hated

Rather be scorned

That be nothing at all

And be ignored



The Icognito Writer: Notorious

Human Instinct: Fear

Its human instinct to fear

Its our nature to reason

Its in us to be afraid

But that don’t apply to me

 

Its human instinct to fear

No matter the time or the season

Its our nature to be afraid

But that don’t apply to me

 

Fear is just the absence of faith

Fear is the lack of bravery

Fear is nothing but shame

And fear should be afraid of me

 

To be brave is our fate

To be weak is unsavoury

The weak have no one to blame

And fear should be afraid of me



The Icognito Writer: Instinct

Exposed Now

City nights and street lights They are all laid bare Glimmering sights and pub fights
Its all in the air
Exposed now
They are exposed now
From the air to the ground
They are exposed now
Walking by with head held high
I know where I have been
Even the sky is under my watchful eye

City nights and street lights

They are all laid bare

Glimmering sights and pub fights

Its all in the air


Exposed now

They are exposed now

From the air to the ground

They are exposed now


Walking by with head held high

I know where I have been

Even the sky is under my watchful eye

I know what I have seen


Exposed now

They are exposed now

From the air to the ground

They are exposed now


They are exposed now



The Icognito Writer:

Treehouse Memories

I climb into the abandoned treehouse; splinters of wood lay scattered across the backyard. It had been a long time since James had been back home, longer since he had even touched the treehouse. Back then the ladder was such a hassle to climb, he had to stretch his scrawny limbs as far as they could go. Now he climbed the ropes with ease, he had grown into his own after all. As James lay in the rundown wooden enclosure, he remembered all the good times they had. Julian and Jeffrey had insisted on calling themselves the Three J’s after the three musketeers. When Jack came along it became the JJJ and J club. Of course, no girls were allowed except from when there were snacks. Looking back on his old hideout James smiled. His parents were moving and he would most likely never be back there again but the memories, they would never leave him.



The Icognito Writer: Hideout

Laughter, Pleasure And Joy

Immerse yourself in the moment

Set your soul free

Life is meant for enjoyment

So enjoy it with all your being

Fill yourself with laughter

Fill yourself with joy

You can worry after

But for now, just smile and enjoy

Drown yourself in pleasure

Fill your smile to the brim

Have a laugh for good measure

Don’t ever be too grim

Immerse yourself in the moment

You never now how long may last

Even if its a tiny bit of enjoyment

Enjoy it and forget the past



The Icognito Writer: Immerse

Dance, Swing and Sway

Slowly the record plays

What song I don’t recall

Its soft though, that I remember

Like the sound of leaves in the fall

Gently I pull you close

We dance and swing and sway

The music plays on and on

As we dance the night away

The record is still playing

As the stars come out in the sky

But I don’t care about anything

As long as you’re by my side

Daytime fades inter darkness

Light fades into night

But where we are still warm

You are my saving plight

The record is finally over

The song is finally done

Our dance this night was amazing

I can’t wait for out next one



The Icognito Writer: Record

Holding You, Holding Me

Vivid memories rest in my mind

Watching the sunset as time flies by

Vivid memories are all that I see

Holding you, holding me

Pictures of the past are on display

The summer rain, the springs of May

Pictures of the past set me free

Holding you, holding me

I recall the days long gone

They passed away like a forgotten song

I recall how you used to sing

Holding you, holding me



The Icognito Writer: Vivid

Why Do I Wait?

Why do I hesitate

Why do I wait

Why do I not reach for what I want


Why am I lax

Yet why can’t I relax

What is it that I want


I want that garden

That is green and pink

Shining with its unique radiance

Such a brilliant garden

Is what I would think

Would make me sing and dance


Why do I hesitate

Why do I wait

Why do I not reach for what I want



The Icognito Writer: In response to Hesitate

Like Smoke

Doubt

Like smoke rises

And fills the air

A beautiful fragrance gone

It’s rich aura lost

Replaced by a frightening fear

A fear of that which is lost

A fear of what is happening

A fear of what is to come

And if we give in to that fear

We become like the wind

And we are gone

For worrying has never brought comfort

It has never brought peace

It has never brought tranquility

But why do we worry

Why do we doubt

Because we are not divinity

We are like smoke

We rise and we fall

We live and pass

Like the fragile creatures we are

We know no steadiness

For nothing ever truly lasts

Like smoke



The Icognito Writer: In response to Doubt

These Feelings

These feelings

That I tried to hold back

They are coming

They are on the attack


Overwhelming

And surging like the storm

They are powerful

But I wish they were gone


These feelings

I have tried to let go

Where to?

I really don’t know


Overwhelming

Yes they truly are

They’re written

In my heart’s memoir



The Icognito Writer: In response to Overwhelming by The Daily Post

The Black Sheep

Initial Nursery Rhyme: Baa, Baa, Black Sheep



Baa, baa, black sheep


Have you any wool?


Yes sir, yes sir


Three bags full.


One for my master


And one for the dame


One for the little boy


Who lives down the lane.



My Take

Baa, baa, black sheep

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir

I’ve got bags full.

My coat is lush

The color just the same

Please buy a bag

Its for the boy down the lane


Interpretation:

The black sheep had come back into the farmhouse, it still had some bags left over; it wasn’t a good day. It let the bags slide off its back and slowly galloped to the fireplace where he knew the boy would be laying. Thomas used to be the shepherd boy, gently guiding the sheep to the pasture. But then the black sheep had gotten lost and Thomas had risked his life to find it. He managed to rescue the sheep from the ravine in which it had fallen but he broke his foot in the process. Now Thomas stays at home herding the sheep with his dog Fido while he sits down. Sure the black sheep didn’t mean any harm to Thomas by leaving the pasture in the first place; it just wanted to be accepted. But it was only the shepherd boy that called his color beautiful. Now it spends most of its days roaming the towns streets hoping to get enough money to repay its friend.

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The Icognito Writer: IBMC #08 – The Nursery Rhyme Challenge: Sorry for making such a innocent nursery rhyme turn so dark but its the only thing I could think of.

Behind The Wall

It is quite easy to hide behind a wall

To avoid the hateful comments that are spewed out

But rarely do we ever think

Of the actions that we take

When we look at others

And spit in their faces


Cause theirs a difference

Between a helpful comment and an evil criticism

Between  a friendly advice and an hurtful one

Sure no one is perfect

But that doesn’t mean

We need to orchestrate conflict



The Icognito Writer: Criticize