hello! my name's olivia! 100 unfinished drafts x. NF fan♫she/her☾14♪INFP-T♪☆I have OCD☆I feel like I can't write, but I try, have a great day, I appreciate you for looking at my stuff♥︎---->profile art is by bland_boy★
hello! my name's olivia! 100 unfinished drafts x. NF fan♫she/her☾14♪INFP-T♪☆I have OCD☆I feel like I can't write, but I try, have a great day, I appreciate you for looking at my stuff♥︎---->profile art is by bland_boy★
you bit into your apple, skin crunching like bone
your rosy cheeks puffing out slightly as you chew
I can hear my pulse rattling through my ribs
blood rushes through my veins as I unfurl my hands and offer you my heart
your snickers cut through my soul like a knife
"no." you say. "you're ugly. disgusting"
your eyes no longer look like gentle waves. they feel more like a tempest
"your teeth are co...
Down where corpses are covered in blood, rot, and marrow
Some with a noose still hung around their neck, the escape goat
Maybe some slit their own throat, what's up with the bullet holes?
Organs spilling out of open wounds, bodies pile up like a rigor mortis fortress
Lava rises up your throat, full throttle, scorching your insides
You walk the path of dried guts and tears, fears echo in the air
...
I spit blood out of my mouth,
Wiping away the salty taste on my teeth with my tongue.
Watching as light creeps, solemn, into the sky.
I cradle the sun in my hands.
There is scurrying,
Of mice,
Across the floor,
Pitiful and shaming squeaks,
I turn away as my body falls,
Apart.
Inside,
My organs are burning,
Twisting,
Angry,
My memories
Sliding down my brain.
Like an avalanche.
Liquid
Throths at my ...
Roses
Rows and rows of roses
Rotting roses composing in the compost
Disclosing a secret no one else knows
Each red rose shows love that grows and then slows
As thorns cut the woes of wounds weeping and bleeding red onto petals
Infesting bugs medle, ripping, shredding, ending life
The heart's chords strike with strife
Each string cut like each snipped flower
Given weakly and meekly to the prouder
D...
Bitter juice seeps out of yellow flesh
A vile taste reaps stinging wounds afresh
You cut your tongue on your acid words
And yet I'm the problem? That's absurd
But of course once the hate is all squeezed out
You're completely sweet, feigning innocence, as if this is just merely a bout
And I guess you need extra ingredients to polish off personalities
Personally, I don't see how sugar-coated lies co...
My skin is flaky,
My hands are shaking.
It's right there.
And yet I don't _want _to touch it.
But I'm being screamed at anyway
Like my nervous system will collapse
So I do.
And then I turn the faucet on.
And try to remember what the books told me,
How to distract myself
But I can't.
And I feel like-
_I'm going to die. _
And sometimes,
I wish I could carve out my brain,
Smash it against...
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It’s the prompt! I swear! I just reeaaally wanted to try to write in this setting, don’t know if I did well.
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The warm smell of fresh cookies wafted through the air. Noel breathed in the faint taste of melted butter and baked bread. The bakery was still, caught between the lull of the sunrise, devoid of all customers but them. The dusty floorboards creaked softly...
I sit on the edge of the thick stone wall, swinging my legs back and forth. I watch as the orange in the sky is swallowed by the creeping night, wind whistling through the graveyard. Blades of grass flitter around along its current, disrupting the stillness of the night. I tap my fingertips against the cold stone, waiting. Mosquitoes buzz and bite my bare skin. I slap them away. Eventually, The Re...
Abandon abusive advice
Blinding, bitter, bizarre
Callous crone, chaos can cease caution
Death does dance dearly during doom
Each emotional enemy endangers escape
For fabricated faces fake false feeling
Generosity grants greed growth
Habit hammers harsh hate
Ignore immoral increase
Jugment just joints jealousy
Keep kindness known
Listen, lose loneliness like love loses logic
Manage malice, mend men...