Prompt Of The Week: Feelings are made of glass.
Hello, community!
I hope you've been well! Welcome back to the writing series, where I present you with a couple of writing prompts every week to exercise your creative muscles! If you haven't checked out the previous posts of the series, you can do so here!
Without further ado, here is the prompt for today:
Feelings are made of glass.
What will you be doing? Good question! You will be replying to this post with your original:
1. poem
2. prose (long or short)
As of now, the word limit is a maximum of 500 words.
Happy writing! Do tag some friends if you think they might be interested in this activity! If you have any questions about the series or want to submit a prompt, then please feel free to message me: @Clarisse29!
@Clarisse29
Fragile Emotions
The glimmering glass,
Is sensitive to the touch,
Of excitement and pleasure,
Fear and despair.
Our experiences,
Our thoughts,
Are like the weather of our soul.
During the times of chill,
Of freezing gloom,
The glass expands,
And when it can't no more,
A cracks develops.
During times of warmth,
Of love and joy,
The glass mends,
And the crack is no more.
@ThoughtfulBlossom yet another breath-taking piece Blossom! I love reading your stuff! The graphic is pretty nice too! thanks for sharing your work with us!
@Clarisse29
hello friends! this is my first post here (first poem in a while too), hope ya'll like it!
TW: violence, mentions of blood, allusions to drugs, speeding (literally everything tbh idk i just write like this)
smoke and mirrors (330 words)
its been a long time but
i still flinch and look away
close my eyes a millisecond longer than usual
when i see affection displayed
my heart jumps and i
swallow it like i just saw violence
like i saw a hand coming for my neck
can’t help the reflex like i cant help breaking
can’t help that love has been violent to me
can’t help that life has been merciless
breathe frost into the air
im freezing in the balmy breeze
the warm night shudders
at the sight of the gilded casket
holding my sedated soul
its in another world
locked with hands shivering
a key swallowed like a pill
iced water in a glass, whiskey in another
i’m still grappling with the pain i swore to kill
we’re both on the floor
knuckles red, drenched in sweat
lips parched, breaths shaky
(eyes glassy, tears like hot glue)
i smile like plastic stretched white
my mind stumbling for a line to match
i’m on top but we’ve been here forever
(“the door is right there.”)
i turn and
the wind shreds through my hair
130mph on an empty highway
(i’m not sure it even exists)
skid marks on the road, dry matches on the bed
(they go out almost as quickly as i do)
bass pounding through the air or
maybe it's all in my head
head spinning with inexplicable feelings
a thousand miles a minute
no time to stop, no time to die
no time to be
i look in the mirror but i don’t know which is real
the me made of flesh and blood
or the me made of glass and illusions
who am i? who am i?
what am i?
my feelings are made of glass so i
shatter in my mind
choke on the shards and it
hurts to swallow them
hurts to spit them out
(piece by jagged piece)
my mouth is dry, my throat is hoarse
and one day i will be more glass than flesh
does that make me less fragile or more?
@Clarisse29
aaaaa the formatting got messed up so i'm reposting!
smoke and mirrors (330 words)
its been a long time but
i still flinch and look away
close my eyes a millisecond longer than usual
when i see affection displayed
my heart jumps and i
swallow it like i just saw violence
(like i saw a hand coming for my neck)
can’t help the reflex like i cant help breaking
(can’t help that love has been violent to me
can’t help that life has been merciless)
breathe frost into the air
im freezing in the balmy breeze
the warm night shudders
at the sight of the gilded casket
holding my sedated soul
(its in another world)
locked with hands shivering
a key swallowed like a pill
iced water in a glass, whiskey in another
i’m still grappling with the pain i swore to kill
we’re both on the floor
knuckles red, drenched in sweat
lips parched, breaths shaky
(eyes glassy, tears like hot glue)
i smile like plastic stretched white
my mind stumbling for a line to match
i’m on top but we’ve been here forever
(“the door is right there.”)
i turn and
the wind shreds through my hair
130mph on an empty highway
(i’m not sure it even exists)
skid marks on the road, dry matches on the bed
(they go out almost as quickly as i do)
bass pounding through the air or
maybe it's all in my head
head spinning with inexplicable feelings
a thousand miles a minute
no time to stop, no time to die
(no time to breathe)
i look in the mirror but i don’t know which is real
the me made of flesh and blood
or the me made of glass and illusions
who am i? who am i?
(what am i?)
my feelings are made of glass so i
shatter in my mind
choke on the shards and it
hurts to swallow them
hurts to spit them out
(piece by jagged piece)
my mouth is dry, my throat is hoarse
and one day i will be more glass than flesh
(does that make me less fragile or more?)
@bellezzamocha,
Probably one of the most dynamic pieces of writing I've ever read. Looooved it
@bellezzamocha this is a favorite! i thoroughly enjoyed reading your work! thank you for sharing it with us!
Feelings are fragile.
They are shifty.
They can devastate you like a storm.
Feelings are bonding.
They are divisive.
They are caressing.
They can be tormenting too.
Feelings are nostalgic.
They can be nightmarish too.
But a huge change for the better sets in when one has worked on their inner being... their thoughts... then feelings settle down like a calm and serene tide of an ocean. They no longer wreck the ship of life, but rather steer you through the toughest storm to lead you to a sacred and peaceful space.
This is the transformation I have noticed in my graph of feelings through my regular practice of Meditation, Yoga, Breathing exercises, and Positive mental thinking.
😊❤️😊
@RideaRainbow so well written! thanks for sharing!
@Clarisse29
Feelings are made of glass! Can be easily destroyed!! Unreliable.. vulnerable and frangible, even the strongest versions of them are affected when exposed for a long time to high temperatures!! Beautiful when pure and not contaminated. Can last forever too if well taken care of and vice a versa.
Feelings!! Always varying xD!! Resulting from varying chemical reactions taking place inside the brain!! Highly influenced by varying factors like weather, time, space or experiences!! Never constant!! Means more like water instead? 🤔 *wondering*
@VaryingCloud loved your thought train here!
Feelings are made of glass, the emotions in my heart. Once broken, the jagged edges cut and stab. Try all you can to put it back together, but it will never fit the same. It's like they took some of my heart with them.
She says feelings are made of glass. I refuse to believe so.
"Are feelings made of glass?" I ask myself.
Then how do I explain this fire, this urge and resilience inside of me.
Feelings are made of glass my consciousness says to my soul. My soul refuses to believe so.
If it is glass, I will make it stone. I will make my mind feel like home.
For I am the one who conquers, and I am the one who feels.
Feelings are made of glass. I refuse to believe so.
