^ The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke Oil on canvas by Richard Dadd 1855- 1864 ^ (Have a great day! And thank you for joining me!) - Fairy 🧚 I’m back!!
^ The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke Oil on canvas by Richard Dadd 1855- 1864 ^ (Have a great day! And thank you for joining me!) - Fairy 🧚 I’m back!!
“What does… death mean?”
I look up at my mother,
as I lay on my bed
spread out like a starfish,
while she sits elegantly on the edge of the mattress,
her back facing me.
“Why,”
she asks,
that’s a stupid question.
“Because”
I answer.
“Death, is when someone's lifetime ends, when they… fall asleep for a while”
Huh?
“So If I fall asleep… I’ll die?”
She turns to face me,
“Not exactl...
I’ve always been an only child,
and I always will be.
And even though I’m an only child,
I’m clearly not the favorite.
I’m the “trouble child”,
always getting yelled at for small things,
even though I
rarely
feel like I’ve done anything wrong,
Im just being a kid,
a teenager,
doing teenager things.
So each time another person enters the premises,
both me and my mother put on a smile,
and we...
Sometimes,
I wish mirrors were never
created,
because the
girl in the
reflection
seems to take
liking in mocking
my every move.
As I brush my hair,
she does the same.
When I cringe at the way
my hair falls upon my face,
she lets out a laugh.
And if I choose to apply makeup,
she judges the way I applied my blush.
And if I glare at her
she glares back.
We‘re the same
person,
the sa...
I've always been one to
dislike
insects,
but,
oddly enough
I've
always
wanted to be
embraced
by the
unfamiliarity,
the innocense
of
the open air.
As each
and every
shade of
green
floods
my eyesight.
The only
echo
audible
being
the voice of
Mother Nature,
as she hums
the tune
notability.
Her enchanting
presence
radiantly
coating
the breeze.
I close my eyes,
use my imaginatio...
(I mainly focused on the word disconnect for this one (and I sorta rushed on this one I wrote it in like 20 minutes, so my apologies for any grammatical errors)
Maybe I’m an
octopus.
Full of love,
but all alone.
Although, is there
really
a real definition of being
alone?
After all doesn’t everyone,
see loneliness
in a different way?
I’m alone, but I have seem
to have
no
problem,
keeping ...
Love.
It’s a horrifyingly
beautiful thing,
so I never thought about it,
until I read her name.
She was made of words,
but that didn’t seem to stop
the ever growing love
blooming
inside my system.
Running deeper
and deeper into my skin.
As her imaginary presence
flew throughout my brain.
The description of her,
brought to life as a creation
of my imagination,
brought her to me.
Her aura ...
(This is more about the process of death, instead of a moment in life that seems to last forever, why not write about a moment in the process of death that’s seems to last for an eternity(also because I couldn’t think of anything that goes along with the prompt))
Some people,
call the light of death bright.
So, why do I only see
darkness?
The kind of dark that
appears
when you close
your e...
Sometimes I wonder,
when,
when will I be able to live.
Just for a little while,
just for a little while
I want to be able to run freely
through the lively streets of freedom.
Each step feeling lighter and lighter
as I stray further away
from the reality of the world.
I close my eyes,
and think about where
I want to be,
and then I’m there.
The rays of the sun
shining down on me,
as if they’...