E M

I need some practice at writing since I feel behind for my age. I’d love to grow with feedback!

Writings

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Following

E M

I need some practice at writing since I feel behind for my age. I’d love to grow with feedback!

Writings

Followers

Following

Magic

E M

1 min read

Fairy’s, mermaids, dragons disappear as we age. Santa, the Easter bunny, and tooth fairy no longer hold a pure uncontainable excitement.

No longer do we toss and turn unable to fall asleep on these special nights. Nor do we wake up at dawn to run down the stairs or flip over a pillow to see the piece of magic waiting for us there.

But what if that’s not true, what if we can find magic in the li...

Poetry

Fantasy

Sister Dearest

E M

1 min read

Stars dancing across the waters edge. Souls sneak in though the darkness’s grasp. What’s one to do when there’s nothing to be done?

You’ve run from the church in your cotton blue dress, you run to the hill. A tear slips. You’re gaining speed as your run, run, run. Branches scar your face as you push past with no care. Your hair comes undone. Your ribbons off, now owned by the darkness.

Finally...

Thriller

Horror

love

E M

1 min read

Your with,

someone else,

someone old,

someone new,

someone bold,

finally free,

but lucky me,

i’ve got commitments now,

all broken up,

swept under the rug,

are we hinting at our love,

we’re stuck in this dance,

it feels like a trance,

will I ever find warmth in your arms?...

Poetry

Romance

people watcher

E M

1 min read

I saw the whole thing. The smiles, and tickles. The loving neck rubs. Them deep in thought staring into each others starry eyes. Him leaning down just in front of her ear and whispering things that make her blush.

I fear I captured every moment in my mind. I was just a stranger sitting across the room from them in a little unknown coffee shop, tucked away in the quiet side of town. I loathed the...

Romance

Crime

when i look in the mirror

E M

1 min read

When I look in the mirror disgust is all I see.

I’m filled with emotions of hatred and pity.

Pity for who I once was and what I am now. Hatred for those who turned me into this thing, this monster. Oh, I once was beautiful, oh some months ago. But beauty had a price they wouldn’t let me pay. I paid the price then and I’d pay it again. For starving yourself is a small price to pay for a smaller wai...

Oh How The People Sacrifice

E M

1 min read

To do or to don’t.

To live or to die.

What goes around comes around.

And there’s nothing to do despite your darndest tries.

Your life’s no life if your happy all the time.

You are not human if you haven’t felt the pain that comes with time.

You give and you get.

The pressure is on.

And the stakes are set.

You’ll give it your all.

You’ll drain your whole mind.

And when you’re left wit...

Poetry

The Last Class

E M

1 min read

Sitting on this lonely chair

A wooden desk is all that greets me

Many others are sprawled around

Doing things of akin purpose

The teacher’s rattling off her head

Whilst my neighbors snoring off mine

The ticking of the clock is all my brain discerns

No daydreams save me this time

Though I can’t say the same

about my dear neighbor

The minutes are stretching on endlessly

The children...

Poetry

My Dearest Diary

E M

5 min read

12/04/2015 10:32AM

Well hello there…

My parents are separated, so holidays are hard on my family(us). I’m currently on a plane flying to the Americas for the rest of the season. Where I’ll reside with my mother and her side of the family before I go back to my dads in Austria for the new year. The day before I celebrated Christmas early at my dads mums house. That’s where my great grandmother g...

Thriller

Crime

The Bears are coming

E M

1 min read

The poem is written from Anne Frank's perspective.

The arms of silence

they pull me down.

Friends and neighbors

scamper and squirm,

as fish do when they see

a sudden movement

outside their pristine glass bowl.

Be it big or small,

it still brings turmoil.

Some fight the bears,

some run to silence.

The silence does not shelter,

just tears at you

and scrapes at you.

I fight the silence

with words o...

Poetry

Death Lillie

E M

1 min read

The fog drips endlessly. Grey horizons fill my dreams. The crunching of leaves is all I know. Except of course that I’m not alone.

I’ve seen them here in my humble abode of forest land I call my own. Just behind that farthest tree, I’ve seen them lurking look and see.

Cloaked in shadows, always close. It’s not a hoax. Just look close!...

Horror

Mystery