I stand there hopelessly in the fog, watching love—and all I had left—fade away from me. I watch as promises run and smiles drift.

He leaves in the mist and drowning rain—maybe so I can feel more of the pain.

But here I wait.

Suddenly, the mist peacefully drifts toward me—almost smiling. Memories unfold between its edges and ripples, and laughter echoes—warmth follows.

The fog envelops me in i...

If victory had a literal taste, it would taste like a cup of water at midnight when you get out of bed, tongue full of dryness and thirst....

Where are you, God?

I search, tiredly,

Every day—

In the small places,

In the big,

In the loud,

In the quiet.

And I wait.

But you hide,

Like an owl.

Sometimes you hoo,

But often, you stay silent.

Maybe it’s me.

I know my sins.

I wish I didn’t.

I say words of hurt

Only because I’m angry—

At me,

At you,

And at the silence

That haunts me...

The girl quietly shakes upon a decision to be made. Her head rings, almost as if it speaks.

_No. No. this is a baddd idea. No. We need to run away from this. Nothing good will come upon it. We are not brave enough. We have n-_

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_It's not such a big deal. Stop being such a baby. Life comes with mistakes. Who cares what they think. They suck anyways._

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_But what if they judge us what if they t...

The clay waits dreadfully

Each morning goes by

The sculptors hands blister

The clay is stretched

The sculptor is stressed

To him nothing is a work of art

The clay is tired

So is the sculptor

One is morphed into something it's not

One is sculptung his loss

Both have anger

Maybe for one another

But the sculptor sculpts

Even with his hands blistered

And the clay sits there silently

It says nothing

Be...

One wish. That's all I had left with the genie.

I never thought I'd wish for this.

Well- some part of me did.

I slowly swallow, and close my trembling hands while sputtering out my next words very carefully.

"I wish for sunshine." I slowly smile as a wet tear falls down my cheek, slightly burning sensitive skin.

The genie looks intensly at me with a confused tilted head.

"Sunshine?" He say...

How can I tell her?

My stomach screams at me, my heart cries out at me, and my voice drifts silently. My shaky phone stares at me, words blurry by tears. They slowly repeat through my mind, dreadfully tearing at my soul.

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_"Evelyn has passed"_

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How can I tell her?

How can I share such gut wrentching words to such a young and innocent soul? How can I simply just hold her hand when it is sha...

The crown sits on my lap,

Wishing it belonged to someone else.

And I hold it dreadfully,

Also hoping another’s hands

Had greeted it instead.

The colored jewels

That rest atop the gold

Remind me of simpler times.

Green—

Like my unending adventures

In the grass and fields.

Blue—

Like the skies

I once chased with friends.

Now it feels

As though I’m chasing them.

Purple—like my old soul,

Free to d...

*I'm not good at writing and I just started soo.. But please give advice and feedback!*

Tick. Tick.

Says the clock sitting impatiently on my nightstand- seemingly mocking me and my hope.

I glare back at it and annoyingly make my way across to my long-suffering wall that is etched in my also very annoyed, dull chalk. I sit on my worn-out bed as it creaks and groans for the hundredth time. 

"I'm...