You say to stop crying

But you’re the one who made me cry

You ask me to stop texting

But you’re the only one I text

You ask my to stop obsessing

But who will I obsess over?

I cry puddles

I text poems

I feel. I feel so much…

But do you?

Did you- ever care at all?...

(Forget the prompt, I wrote a script)

Rory: “how could you love her? How could you love someone who has hurt you so much before?”

John: “it’s not how could I love her, it’s how could I stop? Her eyes, they are a beautiful ocean blue, the kind that you just want to stare at forever and escape into and her hair- her _hair_ - her golden locks feel so good between my fingers, each strand different f...

Wow the days really have passed here.

People, have passed here.

Aunt Betty is now gone-

People who were children are now full grown adults,

With thoughts… and opinions. Too many in my opinion.

My mother! Where is my mother?

I can’t believe walking down the abandoned street full of childhood memories made me forget about my dearest. My loved ones. My mother.

I can just picture her standing ther...

All I can hear is false ‘i love you’s and other words people never got to say.

It’s a dreadful superpower.

It just goes on.

And on.

And on.

And it never stops and wonders how I feel carrying this weight upon my shoulders. How I feel listening to words they never got to say. To loved ones, or crushes, or anyone for that matter.

If only people could hear what I have to hear.

Feel what I have to fe...

I’m selected. Me out of anyone else in the pot I was the chosen one.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

What to pick.

What to pick.

One item out of any in the whole world.

What do I pick?

It can’t harm- but yet- it can be useful.

Everyone else probably picked food. Protection. Water.

I’m a whole other story.

I brought- a rag.

HEAR ME OUT!! A rag may look non suspicious and weird at ...

I pick up my phone-

A message from my friend.

They said to meet them at the park,

At quarter past ten.

I get disturbed by the message,

And wonder why,

They want to meet me,

So late at night?

I could not help but wonder,

And stare at the text,

Why they would ask that,

And what would happen next.

As I stare up at my bedroom ceiling,

In distress and disarray,

At the flaking paint,

Just floating a...

P.S before you read this I tried my go at comedy and it didn’t go so well but if you want to read it then have fun! I tried my best.

Sometimes, I think about a conversation I had 7 years ago. All I can think is ‘did I need to say that?’

‘Ooh I should’ve said this’ ‘dang it why didn’t I don’t that????’

And sometimes all I can ask people is if they have felt that too.

I know they have- you probab...

My grandma had just passed a few days ago.

She was my life- my everything. She took me to all my favourite places and never said no to sweets. She drove me to preschool and congratulated me on all my achievements through primary into secondary school. She was always there with a big smile and a hug and a glass of chocolate milk+ some sweets.

Yesterday was the day where we all got her parts of th...

They run away fast,

Knowing their misdeeds,

Knowing what they did,

Knowing it was wrong.

I mean, how could they do that!

Run out of the store without paying!

Simply atrocious!

Utterly disrespectful for me.

I know it’s crazy- but I ran after them.

I followed her in my car,

And hunted her down,

Like a wolf on the hunt for their prey.

They had a woman-like figure,

With 2 eager eyes,

And a smug sm...

He was mysterious,

Always lurking in the woods,

With one secret,

Or another.

He never showed his face,

Always a hood,

Covering all his,

Features and fears.

He didn’t have a personality,

Instead,

He had a dark heart,

And a passion to hide his feelings.

Even though I was his best friend,

For so long,

He would still hide away in the woods,

Never to be found.

He used to be great,

And kind,

But s...