Hello, I’m just a twenty one year old Correctional Officer. I love writing poems and short stories. I’ve been writing since I was around thirteen and it’s an escape for me. I’m open to feedback and enjoy reading others❤️
Hello, I’m just a twenty one year old Correctional Officer. I love writing poems and short stories. I’ve been writing since I was around thirteen and it’s an escape for me. I’m open to feedback and enjoy reading others❤️
“The knife belongs to me.” I said angrily, “ this lunatic sold it because we got into an argument.” The poor lady at the pawn shop and the confused cashier had to be confused. My wife and I had an argument earlier, and we had called it quits. I told her this was the last time and she had stole my knife and took it to the pawn shop. She had the audacity to text me and send me a picture of the place...
I sat on my couch, on call with him. Watching him play his WWE 2K game on his teal custom made Xbox one. He stared so blankly and concentrated in the game, I nearly got lost in his calmness. A peace zone, a slow to anger zone. A zone I have longed for. I find peace within him. Watching him play with the cat, or watching him vape, no matter what he is doing he has the calmest demeanor. I smile bec...
My mind is a prison. I am the prisoner.
Locked away in a cell, confined.
My thoughts are the only friends I have.
Locked away in a cell, confined,
My emotions are my crime, taunting me, comparing me, failing me.
Locked away in a cell, confined.
The chains that keep me here, is the trauma I endured.
Locked away in a cell,confined....
White Wall-Rosenberg graveyard was located on the corner hill of Silent Drive and White Wall Street. The graveyard was oddly large to be in the middle of two streets. The hill was round and solid, the field was flat and went for at least six acres. I had admired the graves growing up, so much I made a career out of it.
I became a grave digger, and a maintenance man for the graveyard. It was a c...
Imagine you’re in a dark, and quiet room. The walls are bare, it’s only you alone with your thoughts. Imagine your thoughts as a faucet dripping slowly drip by drip into a sink that is plugged. Now one day the drips become violent, and suddenly raging drops of ice cold black droplets fill the sink full until it finally overflows and the droplets are not water from the faucet, they are tears drippi...
On January 2,2022 you told me we were threw. I called out in despair, my heart fell to the floor. I shattered, I crumbled. The boy I had loved for nearly a year was no longer interested in me. My head hit the pillow and I felt so broken. I was empty. I felt like without you my world had crashed. I found myself begging you to pick up the pieces and finally you decided to try again. The love was not...
You got me at age four. I was confused and called you mommy, as you’d correct me, “Mamaw.” I slowly started to call you Memaw mommy.
Although it’s taken time to realize you only wanted more for me, you will forever be my mother and nothing less.
Life without you, means I cannot call out of the blue, to ask how you are doing.
Life without you, means I cannot call out of the blue to say I mis...
“5’4. Medium length, Auburn hair. Deep piercing blue eyes. Olive complexion. Small athletic body build.” I heard my drunken and barley emotional father tell the police my image, as he reported me missing. I wanted to scream, I wanted to let them know I was under the floorboard barley breathing. I couldn’t. My body was stiff, my head was pounding, and my voice was no more. I had been under the flo...