Read my poetry if you wantā¦. But read Write What You Loveās writings first. šæšŖ“š My real name starts with a Zā¦ š¤« I love sleep but I love procrastination more :) love yāall ā¤ļø miss you SQš¤
Read my poetry if you wantā¦. But read Write What You Loveās writings first. šæšŖ“š My real name starts with a Zā¦ š¤« I love sleep but I love procrastination more :) love yāall ā¤ļø miss you SQš¤
My fear
Is a chewy tobacco
My thoughts
Tell me this is how to prepare
by imagining
the worst scenario
But really,
in the end,
They lead me
To the depths of the sea
Where you canāt see fishes
You canāt see sunlight
You canāt see aqua blue
All you can see
Is dread
And fear
Then eventually
Anxiety
Anxiety
A chocolate weed brownie
Then turns the bottom
Of the sea
Into a bottomless pit
And...
I used to
Love presents,
Cake,
Parties,
Fun
I used to
Crave it all
Now at 17,
Presents have become
Too extra
Decorating has become
Too pretty
Too draining
Cake has become
Too sweet
But birthdays
Still have my heart
Because I celebrate knowing
The love
That I get
From you every day
Is worth life
This is to you
And to everyone else
Who has given me
A reason to celebrate
Today
Today wou...
Previously: Emilia is a women who agreed to use her magic to save her best friendās relationship with their boyfriend. However, hee magic spell goes wrong and she gets sucked into multiple past memories instead which get worse and worseā¦
Now, Emiliaās mother is getting revenge on her because she feels that Emilia doesnāt deserve to have her magic, and that she shouldāve gotten it instead. She is ...
The sun dips low
The sidewalks darken
I frantically glance around
For any sign of light
But the sky
Steals it all
Every single flicker
Is gone within seconds
They all skip ahead
With their little firefly jars
While Iām left in the dusk
No flying insect in sight
The darkened sky
Dims every little starlight
In the depths of my
Newly hopeless soul
Like a broken seed
In a field of roses
M...
Emiliaās mom grabbed her, her fake nails piercing Emiliaās skin. She threw her down in a chair, and tied her up. Emiliaās eyes were wide with panic, terror, and pain.
āYou stole my magic. Youā¦ Dad was supposed to give it to _me. I _was the one who cared for him. I fed him every night, I payed his rent, and I made sure he was safe. You barely even loved him, and he gave his most loved and valuable ...
(Only sorta the prompt)
One last time,
I sit by the ledge
I dip my feet in
Chills calming my skin
They motion frantically
Towards the door
So I breathe in
The chlorine filled air
One last time
One last time
My eyes wander
As I imagine you
Gliding through the blue
Like a little bullfrog
I pull my foot out
Of the darkening pool
The water drips speedily at first
But then slowly slithers down my ...
_The God of Magic will save you! Heāll fix it. Iāll fix everything! This wonāt be our new reality. This wonāt! _Emilia thought, thinking of Barnie. She knew she could fix this. It was a scab. A scan that just needed time to heal.
Yet, no matter how hard Emilia tried to close her eyes, she couldnāt leave the memory. She knew if she pulled the emergency trigger on her magic bracelet, she would be l...
Emilia was told as a child that she was magical, but she never believed in magic. Until she turned eleven. Her grandfather was sick in the hospital with two days left to live. Emiliaās face had been soaked with ātearsā because her mother had instructed her that she needed to at least look sad.
Itās not like Emilia was a jerk, she _was _sad. Just not that sad. Her grandfather had always been aroun...
As you walk away
All I see are neon lights
Darkened in the night
As you disappear
My voice, silenced by the wind,
Yells āNo! Please, donāt go!ā
As you close the door
I swivel, and sprint away
Tasting the sharp breeze
I come to your bed
Your baby powder smell has
Drifted to the past
Now, all I have left
Is the memory of your
Soft, motherly touchš¦
Sincerely,
Caraliaš«¶š¼
š...
When other people feel
Sad
Stressed
Angry
Lost
Lonely
Broken
Or betrayed
They escape to
Beaches
Ocean waves
Seashells
Relaxation
Or
Parties
Friendsā houses
Late night clubs
Adventure
Or
Gardens
Flowers
Insects
Hope
All of these places
Bring a smile to my lips
And glimmer to my eyes
But what makes me feel
Far away
Warmed
Held
And escaped
Is when Iām
Imagining myself
Curled up on a couch
...