We’re back! And vowing to be more consistent.
A new regular series we’ll be adding is writing exercises and prompts, something we’ve been meaning to do. And one prompt that I, Johnny, am fond of is the tried and true random word selection prompt, where you pick between one and five words, and use them as jumping points in a piece of writing. Usually, one is either required or strongly encouraged to use them specifically.
So! Today’s words: simulacrum, fulcrum, lullaby, weathervein.
Have fun! And if you feel so moved to, share what you come up with in the comments below!
“Hush little one
Don’t you cry
Everything’s going to be alright”
Whispers of Mother’s lullaby
Echo through the concrete walls of this place
As the rain beats down on the window pane
And slips through the cracks in my armor
How did it come to this?
I haven’t really been taking care of myself
Not like I should be
I guess that’s my answer
This house is weathered
Vain and broken
Just like me
Hands covered in rust and calloused
Bleeding orange onto the page
Misdirection and fused lips
Unable to cope
At least I quit drinking
“Don’t cry little child
I’ll be back at 5
Everything will be fine”
Those words tumble inside of me
As I hum the tune of memories
Best left forgotten
As I feel so alone out here
And I don’t think she’s coming
Hang the heart out to dry and tack the soul
Deep into the concrete walls that surround me
Fulcrum to sanity
Catch the metro
Go anywhere
Because
What
What is
What is the
What is the fucking point?
Of all of this?
I often dream of another me
A baby simulacrum of existence
Hidden away from everything
Would he still make my mistakes?
Be better than me
Or does the devil rage inside us all
Just waiting for his turn to dance