Adelaide T. Everett

15 years old, I’m learning to love writing again ❤️

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Adelaide T. Everett

15 years old, I’m learning to love writing again ❤️

115

Writings

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I Used to Be a Dreamer

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

I've been called a dreamer. A thing I've always embraced.

But people laugh and people joke, until I've been displaced.

Have you heard of hopeless romantics? Those who wish that fate could be real?

Those who twist and turn, wishing that a soulmate would reveal?

Those people end up single. Crying alone at night.

Wishing that the romance books would turn to real life.

Maybe you've heard of optimis...

Fantasy

A Dancing Sugarplum

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

Focus, focus, focus,

Is repeating in my head.

But my dreams are alive,

And my concentration’s dead.

A problem on the table,

And another in my mind.

The complication's stirring

And I'm really in a bind.

My attention has been captured,

It's too late to go back.

Now without these daydreams,

I may just crack in half.

I adore the little visions,

Of the things I know aren't bad.

Or haven't been bad e...

Mind Reader

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

I stare into your eyes,

Afraid of what they say.

You let out a few sighs,

But I won't go away.

Together we are dark,

Because I hear your thoughts.

You won't say there's a spark,

Because you're scared of knots.

Any sort of tie to me,

Any sort of connection,

Leaves you to lie to me,

Which causes imperfection.

The messages are mangled.

I can’t tell what you’re thinking.

The words become entangled,...

Romance

Drama

Mournful of Mourning

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

Every tear you shed,

Sparks a fire in my chest.

I am jealous of the feelings,

Jealous because I am impressed.

I couldn’t feel a tiny thing,

For my emotions have turned numb.

There wasn’t room for any pain,

When my long day was done.

I wish that I could hurt that way,

A way that makes me sad.

But I take every giant loss,

And pretend that I am glad.

Denial is my favourite thing,

Though it makes m...

Poetry

Schizophrenia

Adelaide T. Everett

3 min read

I glared into the eyes of my deepest shame. The being that destroyed every part of my life that hadn’t yet turned cruel. It smiled softly back at me, for it was only a baby; my baby. I lived alone with the filthy thing, listening to its cries as I desperately fought to tune out the voices screaming all around me. For the baby wasn’t the only thing trapped in my head and in my home. I was never alo...

Horror

A Lover’s First Choice

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

A soft, calming smile,

Or an inviting, fun grin?

How much trouble

Will each get me in?

One’s just a boy,

Incapable of hurting.

Another is a man,

One that loved the flirting.

He’s always sweet to me,

Walks me home every night.

Lays a kiss on my cheek,

Always treating me right.

He’s not mean but joking,

He gives me all but half.

He likes to shoot a wink,

Which always makes me laugh.

He always ta...

Poetry

Romance

One Cruel Match

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

Maybe if I let you win

You’d finally stop and just give in

But my ambition crushes pity

And you’ll be playing with the witty

I made my plan and acted serious

But you were always being delirious

You took it harder than I did

Even though I hate to kid

You found a victim from a distance

Watched them shower me in kisses

Then you had a brilliant thought

That without love I’d lay to rot

As you cre...

Crime

Drama

In the Kitchen

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

In the kitchen where we met,

Holds a memory in my head.

You were cooking all alone,

Before I called you on the phone.

You didn’t know who I was,

Only that I called because…

I needed food in my system,

Something special, maybe wisdom.

You advised me to be hopeful,

That darkness wasn’t always mopeful.

I asked if we could have a meeting,

And you’d be pleased to have a greeting.

I saw your eyes...

The Road Back to You

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

“The death of family,

The world’s greatest loss.

For me was never hard,

For paths we’re never crossed.

I’m still standing,

Here over a father.

One that was loved,

But love he couldn’t bother.

I was left alone,

To be raised by a whore,

One that didn’t love,

Or do anything more.

Yet a father was out there,

One that had things for me.

But he kept far away,

Until he was set free.

You lucky bastard...

The Sun

Adelaide T. Everett

1 min read

A card flips swiftly,

Landing softly on top.

It shows an image of you.

My heart comes to a stop.

The card reads THE SUN

And I can’t help but dream

Of when you were here,

Sewn to me like a seam.

You bring me my light,

Help my world flow.

The sun is always here,

But you I let go.

You are the sun.

Light that keeps me alive.

I love you forever,

Until the day we both die....

Romance