About. Yes. it was “Where to Find WordPress Writing Prompts” by Some F. Idiot. I also really hated “The Complete Idiots Guide to how to Poke Your Eyes Out.” I found their results impossible to replicate.

Upon the wrinkled brow of my dead dad, A furrowed row of flowers bloomed anew. Where life had left, it had been born again.

Sjón means “sight” in Icelandic. Sjón has collaborated with Björk on a lot of projects which is how I was introduced to him. This is the story of a forest spirit that leaves the sancutary of her home to enter the human world to subvert modern technology and human arrogance through creativity and not by…

Why are you so worried…

Take me to Tibet I bet it’s better there.

My sky-blue eyes Mirror the lies The sky once tried to tell.

Performative spirituality will get you Nothing but a stage.

Quem Quaeritis? But seriously, tropes should not annoy anyone. A heathen is writing these fucking writing prompts. Tropes are tropes so they dig into your mind and at some point you put the pieces of the puzzle together. Whomever wrote this prompt never will.

I was in the desert and I Thought I was alone.

Christ was 33 when crucified, But ascended at 34.

You aren’t struggling. Shut the fuck up. You’re alive and thriving. In no way are you stuck. It takes time to heal A wounded hand So be patient with Mandy Cause She is the man.

Seven is you. Seven is me

I’m about to float this boat I’ve been building for 600 years.

So I have lots of poetry stashed because I write constantly and it’s too much to post and posting requires effort.

The year I spent drinking absinthe in a small Inn in a small town in the South of France. The reason I want to relive it is because I can’t remember a blasted minute of it. Let me see if I can channel a brief period though… Taking my time to make thee well— Anticipating…