Stop that
infernal banging, dear.
It's ringing in my head.
Stop that
infernal clanging, dear.
I've begun to wish you dead
 

The angel's Funeral
was bright and clear and
so desperately empty.
The coffin was pine, screaming
as it fell.
 

Recently,
I feel I've been
so terribly static.
Static in the way of an ocean, frozen over.
It seems so terribly tumultuous 
but when you look closer you see
that the dips and whirls
and fearsome waves are frozen,
unchanging.
 

For the next few days, I'm going to post a prompt or a part of a poem I have written. Your challenge is to fill in the prompt or finish the poem in the comments or on your profile. 
If you'd like to participate please put a smile or star in the comments of this post. 
Thanks for reading :)     

Prompt: a six-word story about a momentous event. (magpies in may)

My Most Momentous Event:
Materialized, Blinked, Cried, Wrapped, Held, Survived

Can you guess what I'm referring to? It has been the literally only momentous event in my life. 

I breathe in the 
putrid stench of your breath
as you come closer to
me 
and I 
shrink away from you
and my feet fly frantically
over the pavement
as I run from
the disease you bring
to me. 

In the sinister night
The innocent stars tremble with fear,
Blackness engulfs the pale moonlight,
Even mighty owls go blind.
But here I am, walking the streets of this dead city,
Crying blood, cause I have no tears left,
The gluttonous darkness can't end me,
'cause I make it nauseous.
I walk, I walk, I walk
Slowly losing my grasps on reality,
My limbs ache,
But I feel no pain.
Slowly I reach the end of the endless city,
To...

A shadow stalks their every step, 
A silent voice of pain and sorrow. 
Fires burning, 
Gears turning, 
Books of learning, 
Past returning. 
Foul dungeons and mansions with corpses. 
Snakes and cliffs and winding steps, 
Through snow and deadly lakes
Misfortune stalks them on days both gray and fine
And graves lay out in a perfect line 
And always a mysterious sign
Winks at them like the stars align
And everything is on fire. 

But even in those bad beginnings, 
Light...

What makes me happy is making someone else happy. What makes me smile is making someone else smile. What makes me laugh is making someone else laugh. 
What makes my day… is making someone else’s. Is that weird?
Is it so weird that I can feel no joy unless I make someone else feel joy? Is it so weird to be like that?
I feel free to love all genders. I don’t restrain myself to the girls who I think...

Stop that
infernal banging, dear.
It's ringing in my head.
Stop that
infernal clanging, dear.
I've begun to wish you dead
 

The angel's Funeral
was bright and clear and
so desperately empty.
The coffin was pine, screaming
as it fell.
 

Recently,
I feel I've been
so terribly static.
Static in the way of an ocean, frozen over.
It seems so terribly tumultuous 
but when you look closer you see
that the dips and whirls
and fearsome waves are frozen,
unchanging.
 

Prompt: a six-word story about a momentous event. (magpies in may)

My Most Momentous Event:
Materialized, Blinked, Cried, Wrapped, Held, Survived

Can you guess what I'm referring to? It has been the literally only momentous event in my life. 

I breathe in the 
putrid stench of your breath
as you come closer to
me 
and I 
shrink away from you
and my feet fly frantically
over the pavement
as I run from
the disease you bring
to me. 

In the sinister night
The innocent stars tremble with fear,
Blackness engulfs the pale moonlight,
Even mighty owls go blind.
But here I am, walking the streets of this dead city,
Crying blood, cause I have no tears left,
The gluttonous darkness can't end me,
'cause I make it nauseous.
I walk, I walk, I walk
Slowly losing my grasps on reality,
My limbs ache,
But I feel no pain.
Slowly I reach the end of the endless city,
To...

A shadow stalks their every step, 
A silent voice of pain and sorrow. 
Fires burning, 
Gears turning, 
Books of learning, 
Past returning. 
Foul dungeons and mansions with corpses. 
Snakes and cliffs and winding steps, 
Through snow and deadly lakes
Misfortune stalks them on days both gray and fine
And graves lay out in a perfect line 
And always a mysterious sign
Winks at them like the stars align
And everything is on fire. 

But even in those bad beginnings, 
Light...

What makes me happy is making someone else happy. What makes me smile is making someone else smile. What makes me laugh is making someone else laugh. 
What makes my day… is making someone else’s. Is that weird?
Is it so weird that I can feel no joy unless I make someone else feel joy? Is it so weird to be like that?
I feel free to love all genders. I don’t restrain myself to the girls who I think...