Gillian M. Haze

Always inspired🌟 I love movies and hope to work in them one day!

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Gillian M. Haze

Always inspired🌟 I love movies and hope to work in them one day!

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Escape Room

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

“This isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Talia says, looking at the map in her hands.

Tavin smiles at her from his lounging position on the couch.

“Your doing great, Tal,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Talia rolls her eyes. She just keeps thinking to her self that he’s just not participating because he could never figure out an escape room like this.

“Aren’t you even going to help?” She compla...

YA fiction

Let This Be Over

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

Earthquakes no longer feel foreign to my body

The backstabbings happen more and more lately

Different friends and different fantasies that she made up in her head

I thought that I trusted what she said but the lies keep getting worse

The spiralling stories of the past

Rehashed

And then rehashed again

Each a shock to my body like an earthquake rattling the shore

I thought I knew the ones I coul...

The Pretty People

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

Satis facies ne semper veritatem

They dance and laugh and yell

They mock us other girls who sit at home and write in our notebooks

They want us all to be happy

When they laugh just as loud behind our backs

They sway their hips to psychedelic music

Dance with the boys

The parties too loud

The pretty people too pretentious

The sounds of their laughter isn’t much

But it’s already lit the r...

Poetry

My City On Fire

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

My city on fire

My hands greyed

My fingers bloodied

My clothing frayed

The soot is no where to be found

My hands are cold

My hands are grey

Too grey and cold when this fire has happened

I haven’t dipped them into the lake

It’s not fair they scream

We were on the same team

I don’t know what happened

My face is chipped

My kingdom flipped

The hands of the clock gone wrong

The hours are too...

Poetry

They See Me

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

Memory breathes

I try to remember what those moments once were but I know they live on

They’re gone

All gone

But somehow the memory still breathes

It’s floating around my mind

In the darkest corners

In the worst nooks

In the places I don’t dare find again

The faces of all of the beautiful people with ugly souls whip around my mind

For some reason I will not forget those who I wish to do the most...

Where Has The Sweetness Gone

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from

The grit of tough and nails drum

Our skulls

Our hearts

Our minds

The sound won’t stop as we continue on

As we commit con after con

The world won’t let us stop

It uses us in constant as a prop

Until we can hardly help but drop

The softness isn’t here in this violent place

The sweetness has vanished without a trace

I can’t handle a wor...

Kids Whisper

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

They expect so much from you

The want the world

You’re too smart to be pretty

Too pretty to be smart

Too sporty to be anyone quiet

Too quiet to be anything

The kids’ gossip is too much for you

They look at you like you’re split in two

After the first bout of Junior high you’re chucked into more

More harsh

More hateful

The environment more farce

Barren, friendless existence it can be someti...

Poetry

Not The Prince

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

“Swallow your opinions and bite your tongues, because the king wants not a peep,” General Anderson yelled out at the soldiers. Jacoby swallowed along with them. They were all nervous for this recovery mission. The prince had been sent away and now they needed him back. No one knew where he had gone, until the king had let Anderson reveal it to this selection of soldiers. Turns out the king had ban...

Blood And Rust

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

The blood and the rust meld together after a while

It looks the same so what’s the fuss

The broken bones look a lot like snapped sticks after a while

It surely isn’t God who picks which bones get split

Dark and light blend into one after a while

Soon the world will be no fun

Family and enemies look the same after a while

The fame gets to their heads and neither will make you smile

Fake and r...

Feeling High

Gillian M. Haze

1 min read

Dirty hands

Friends go to the diner

I have other plans

Sitting in my bedroom

Feeling like floating

Spinning like a flower in bloom

Naturally here

Struck with fear

Sound waves near

Chewing a pen

Bored with nothing to do

The room got blue

My head in circles

Feeling high

Skin dry

Water with lime

Feels like I’ve committed a crime

Time has never passed so slowly...