“Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.” ― Taylor Swift
“He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.” ― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage
“What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.” ― Eugene Delacroix
“Just as our taste in lovers is far more revealing than our choice of friends, the object of an artist’s obsession can open up doors to their soul that might otherwise remain shut tight.” ― Vince Aletti
“The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.” ― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
“I have little left in myself — I must have you. The world may laugh — may call me absurd, selfish — but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.” ― Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting week at Prompt Nights. Obsession – what does this one word signify? There are so many interpretations when it comes down to this subject. For one it screams a combination of madness and passion which if taken to extreme can result into dire consequences. Tonight, I want you guys to pen down a poem or fiction (if you like) revolving around the idea of obsession. For your interest and convenience here is an list of all the different types of mania/obsession Feel free to take the subject in whichever direction that you desire. Previously written work is more than welcome. For further inspiration please refer to the two incredible poems below:
Dream Song 133
by John Berryman
As he grew famous-ah, but what is fame? –
he lost his old obsession with his name,
things seemed to matter less,
including the fame-a television team came
from another country to make a film of him
which did not him distress:
he enjoyed the hard work & he was good at that,
so they all said-the charming Englishmen
among the camera & the lights
mathematically wandered in his pub & livingroom
doing their duty, as too he did it,
but where are the delights
of long-for fame, unless fame makes him feel easy?
am cold & weary, said Henry, fame makes me feel lazy,
yet I must do my best.
t doesn’t matter, truly. It doesn’t matter truly.
It seems to be solely a matter of continuing Henry
voicing & obsessed.
by Delmore Schwartz
So pick up a pen and lets begin! As always the prompt will remain open the entire week so that everyone can write according to their own pace and time. Please click on the blue widget below. When it opens be sure to click on “add your link.” Now skip the blanks and proceed directly to “try here” written at the end in small font. It will direct you on how to link your poem. Please visit other Poets and do comment on their poems. Have fun ❤️