I love writing, imagining feelings and trying to describe them :D. I would like to get better at showing and not telling. I love reading how other writers interpret one same prompt and I love feedback! <3
I love writing, imagining feelings and trying to describe them :D. I would like to get better at showing and not telling. I love reading how other writers interpret one same prompt and I love feedback! <3
Ello liddle un,
I were alone too,
Alone I were and am,
Am't I?
Ain't it beau'iful!
You be needin' any wa'er,
Ye purty liddle thin'?
I fink youse could do wiv sum,
You look so thin!
Well, I brung a smal pail wiv me
Cause I were lookin' at ye and finking,
Ain't it hot?
And I said ye could do wiv a-drinking.
So 'ere, I'm goin' to pour it,
Pour it slowly and surely am't I?
But don't you be gettin'...
Hey! Before you read the poem I guess I should say trigger warning. Stay safe :)
Your hands
Around my throat,
My dad watching unfazed.
It only happened once but it
Still chokes.
Your tears
Falling, Broken.
"Did it 'cause I love you.
I'm sorry but you're so stubborn"
I know.
Shouldn't
Tell my friends since
It's humiliating.
They think I'm strong and powerful.
Can't breathe.
It's not
abuse. I...
Hey! Before you read this experimental piece of poetry, just know that it gets a bit gruesome.
"I'm scared"
Oh your accsimus is admirably and skillfully placed
in our mirthfully light conversation so sagely laced
with the placid humility unabashedly displayed in that scintillating twinkle in your eye
with which I
Am reminded of fluffy white seals born newly,
and of their puffy soft breaths ...
The night sky was heavy with the smell of smoke. During summer, forests dry up and the slightest change can make them flood with a sea of red-hot flames. After the thirsting, rebellious outbreak, no noises are heard and in the dead silence, heavy smoke clogs the air leaving all senses but taste numb. The charred air won't clear before two days - a relatively quick mourning period - leaving the soi...
The night sky was heavy with the smell of smoke. During summer, forests dry up and the slightest change can make them flood with a sea of red-hot flames. After the thirsting, rebellious outbreak, no noises are heard and in the dead silence, heavy smoke clogs the air leaving all senses but taste numb. The charred air won't clear before two days - a relatively quick mourning period - leaving the soi...