(Iâve been very busy lately so Iâm currently inactive. Will try to post/comment when I can!đ) âTo be creative is to let little pieces of your heart go and place them into each project you make,â ââPat Bravo
(Iâve been very busy lately so Iâm currently inactive. Will try to post/comment when I can!đ) âTo be creative is to let little pieces of your heart go and place them into each project you make,â ââPat Bravo
I need you here with me
But you give no guarantee
I need you by my side
But all youâve done is lied
Why do I try so hard?
When you donât care at all
Iâm not okay. Not really
What have I done wrong?
Iâve been hiding the truth
Because I know youâd disprove
Every time I grow stronger
You start feeling bitter
Why do you try so hard?
To stop me from smiling
Itâs not okay. Not really
Nothing. ...
The buds bloom vibrantly. A cold breeze of wind gently caresses my face. The sun shines. I faintly smell ripening apples.
It only succeeds in making me feel worse. The truth is, I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all.
I stare solemnly at the small garden thatâll wither and die when I leave. I look at the crop of yellow daffodils, the symbol of new beginnings.
I inhale sh...
The truth can be complicated
The smiles and the laughs
Are they genuine or fabricated?
Or am I just being daft?
Everyone constantly judges
Theyâll have secret misinterpretations
They will hold onto a grudge
When you had the best intentions
Hating you for what you said
When they donât let it show
Fake niceness filling you with dread
Suddenly you really donât know
Are they a true friend or not?
A...
IâVE BEEN BETRAYED
I sit there and reread those words over and over. It seems like a simple enough way to start. Good hook, matches the prompt, and all. A thousand things could come out of this one line; a thousand beasts slain, a thousand friendships made (or broken), a thousand ways this could go.
And now I have to write.
I AM RUNNING THROUGH THE FOREST FOR MY LIFE. I CAN BARELY BREATHE FRO...
You have a loud voice, but maybe itâs triumphââ
Triumph to grab all the attention in a room
Triumph enough to shove all your doubts away and face anything head-on
Triumph enough to make an impact unapologetically true
You never follow directions, but maybe itâs daringââ
Daring to do things whichever way you want
Daring enough to look at our angry faces without fearing
Daring enough to be able to ...
No. No, no, no.
I canât believe this. I canât become Queen in place of my gracious older brother. Of perfect poised Queen Cecelia. I want to go back to a few weeks ago, to where everyone was here, Amy was innocent, and I was content knowing that I would always stay seventh-in-line to the throne. But more than anything in the world, I want to be somewhere else. Anywhere but in this room.
My kne...
New hopes are coming
Old hopes are crumbling
Will I become better?
Will I become smarter?
Will I show change?
Will I (finally) become taller?
Probably not
Thatâs what I feel a lot
New questions are arising
Old questions are ongoing
Will we finally stop isolating?
Will a mask stop fogging my vision?
Will the flights stop being cancelled?
Or will more variants leave us broken?
New responsibili...
I can feel it before it happens. The pounding in my ears, the subtle sway of the floor, the pressure building up. And just like that⌠the laughter dies down. The chatter stops. Everything goes silent.
No one should be moving. No one except me.
It was the click that surprised me and made me turn. I didnât expect to see someone strutting around, gaze high up, moving. And at the sight of her, I p...
The differences between us
Theyâre black and white,
theyâre brutally gray,
and here to stay
Me and you
The things youâve faced
You found jewels laced with poison
You found love that came broken
Your heart became frozen
Nothing went as planned
And then you withdrew
I donât know anything about the
poisoned,
broken,
frozen,
pieces of you
I donât know anything about you
Itâs so differe...
Pounding. Blurriness. I rub my temples slowly. Doesnât help. My headâs all over the place. Like itâs been trampled mercilessly. Like itâs crashed itâs contents. Like itâs been swallowing waves. Waves of darkness.
Pieces of memories haunt me. Shattering glass. A dark chess board. A pacing girl. A wake of darkness. Knees buckling. Unblinking stillness and then⌠screaming. But more than anything? F...