They/them…13, poet, and story writer, my adhd has me everywhere, writing all kinds of things, I’m a beginner, but I’ve always loved reading and writing, you can call me Max. I hope some of you people can find enjoyment in my mess!
They/them…13, poet, and story writer, my adhd has me everywhere, writing all kinds of things, I’m a beginner, but I’ve always loved reading and writing, you can call me Max. I hope some of you people can find enjoyment in my mess!
In the quiet of my room, I sit alone
Confession weighing heavy on my heart
The words I need to say, they choke me
But I know that I must make a start
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
Trying to find the courage within
To speak the truth that I’ve been hiding
To let my confession finally begin
I’ve kept this secret for so long
Afraid of what others might say
But holding it inside had only...
Once, each twinkling light held wonder
and awe,
But now they serve as painful reminders
of what we saw.
The memories we shared under the vast
expanse,
Now tainted by heartbreak and a
haunting dance.
The stars used to guide us through the darkest night,
But now they mock us with their fading
light.
The beauty we once found in the cosmic
display,
Now only serves to drive our dreams
away.
The...
*Dear Parallel Self,*
*I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you from a parallel world where danger looms around every corner. Our world is at the brink of destruction, and I fear that we might not survive with out your help.*
*You see, in our world, a dark force has risen, threatening to engulf us all in it malevolent grasp. Our once peaceful land is now filled with chaos and despai...
It was a dark and misty night as Emily ventured down the path through the field. The thick fog enveloped everything around her, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. She shivered as a cold breeze sent a chill down her spine, causing her to quicken her pace.
Emily had heard the stories about the field - how it was haunted by the spirits of those had had disappeared there. But she didn...
Awakening metaphorically,
a slumber deep and dark,
a dreamless state of being,
where the soul feels stark.
A stirring in the silence,
a whisper in the night,
a call from within,
to bring back the light.
The soul begins to tremble,
as it slowly starts to rise,
fingers reaching for the stars,
tears welling in its eyes.
Awakening metaphorically,
a fire ignites within,
burning away the shadows,...
Once upon a time, in a small town, there were two teenage boys named Alex and Sam who were deeply in love. They had been together for over a year and their love for each other knew no bounds. However, there was just one problem - their parents.
Both Alex and Sam came from conservative families who did not approve of their relationship. Their parents were strict and traditional, and the idea of t...
I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper,
but rather a long, steaming tongue
scraping its way up the side of my face,
like a serpent slithering in the night.
I blinked in confusion, my heart racing
as the hot breath of the beast tickled my
skin.
I could feel the rough texture of its
tongue,
leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.
I sat up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the darkness,
and saw th...
In the deck of cards, there lies a symbol,
A figure shrouded in mystery and awe,
The Death tarot card, ominous and
solemn,
It heralds a change, a shift in the law.
It’s dark cloak billows in an unseen
breeze,
A skeletal hand reaches out with finality,
A white rose blooms beneath its bony
knees,
Symbolizing rebirth, a new reality.
Death comes for all, it spared no soul,
But in its wake, new l...
In the darkness and despair, hidden from prying eyes,
Lies the secret of self harm, a painful compromise.
The blade becomes a friend, a twisted
kind of solace,
A way to release the pain, to find a
moments piece.
With each cut, a revaluation, a glimpse
into the soul,
A cry for help, a silent scream, a way to
gain control.
The scars that mar the skin, they tell a
story true,
Of battles fou...