I’ve always loved writing. Never been the best at it, so I hope this app will help. I’m open to any feedback, good or bad. Poems are my go to, but I’m trying to expand my horizon on different ways of writing!
I’ve always loved writing. Never been the best at it, so I hope this app will help. I’m open to any feedback, good or bad. Poems are my go to, but I’m trying to expand my horizon on different ways of writing!
The clock reads 3am. A deep darkness enters the room. I feel it’s weight as it tries to crawl inside my dreams. Once it begins to enter, I’m unable to move. I want to call for help, but it’s chocked my voice. I try to breathe but it’s stolen my breath. I am paralyzed.
As I lay there, frozen, it starts to feed. Drinking up my happy dreams. Replacing them with nightmares. I can’t move a bone in my...
To be kissed with love and emotion.
So sweet and tender, it drowns out all commotion.
The only intention is pure devotion.
To be kissed in a field of thriving wildflowers.
Or under the star soaked sky, where the darkness devours.
While minutes pass, and turn into hours.
To be kissed with such a softness.
It will make your heart yearn to confess
All that will be left, is a beautiful mess.
So ...
I am made entirely of flaws,
Stitched together by good intentions.
All my flaws have put my mind in detention.
Each stitch is a single mistake.
Some are so bad I should’ve been burned at the stake.
I sew in a new one and it makes my heart ache.
The blood on my hands could make a Great Lake.
But once you get that itch, you know? That itch where your stitch starts to heal.
The wounds begin to me...
“What had happened?”
_What had happened?_
Just a couple drinks, and…
It ended with her here, getting examined.
A kind lady sat across her. In a white coat.
While the one girl spoke, the other took notes.
“He bought me a drink.” She knew that part for sure.
She remembered him, his deep blue eyes, so pure.
Not knowing his intentions were to lure.
At the bar, the man said something, it made her ...
His voice is soft. It takes her under.
Do his lips feel the same? She’ll always wonder.
She wants to be good so bad.
But his eyes are so sweet, they drive her mad.
Pure is what he is, she’ll shatter his peace, cause it to disrupt.
How can she behave when her mind is so corrupt?
Maybe he’ll be the moon to her stars.
Maybe he’ll heal all of her scars.
But she will leave him broken.
It’s probab...
Saul, the sorcerer.
With witch craft he draws crowds.
From far and wide people come.
Bewitching them, he controlls the sum.
“To the churches we must go!” says Saul with a voice that burns like embers.
Marching on his mission.
His mission to overthrow.
Overthrow the church, they are his foe.
Fire scorched within him.
His army faithfully follows.
Prepared to smite all, not caring it will en...
Clean white foam fills the drain.
Her skin turns red but she feels no pain.
The water bill is high this month. Again.
Maybe after this wash, she’ll feel sane.
That’s what she thought after the last one, and the last one. Life has become so mundane.
Soap can’t seem to wash away his scent.
Scrubbing herself raw, the bubbles won’t bring back her innocence.
His stench is glued to her skin. The skin...
“Hand it over, now!”
I try to remain stern but I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.
It’s crazy how even after ten years of marriage, he still makes me feel as giddy as a school girl who has a crush.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you need this?”
He smiles, holding the spatula I was just using to stir our dinner for the night.
“Give it!” I pout. Giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
“Okay, now you kn...
The window… stuck open it stays.
My thoughts…think of when him and I laid.
Intertwined in one another.
So familiar, you’d think we were long time lovers.
That darn window, I could never get it open.
Lifting and pulling, I thought it was broken.
We needed some fresh air.
After a night with his hands tangled in my hair.
I gazed upon him from my silky sheets. Watching as he tugged, until that wi...
My old friend use to tell me about all the guys she fucked. The different positions they would do. How “big” they were. How rough or soft it was. I swear it was a new one each week. She’s an attractive women so I know she had no issue with finding a man. I just wish she would respect her self a little more.
I wouldn’t say I hate her, because she is my friend. But if I didn’t already know her an...