Short stories & poems

While chasing your ghost I became one myself now I’m so dead inside not one will help when you killed yourself trying to save someone who never would do the same for you...

I store my secrets in a special place only I know of

Where there is no judgement on my tears

I hide what I don’t want the world to see

Often out of fear, they won’t understand me

I hide memories of you there

Still raw for my heart to replay

Maybe one day those feelings will dissipate

And the pain will no longer radiate

Until then the door is closed no crying anymore

I have to wall up my hid...

Too many,

Too fast,

Too small,

Too dangerous!

Can’t we just call him now?

The one who hates them all.

Too bright,

Too joyful,

Too loud,

Too Christmassy!

Why don’t we call him now?

The one who hates us all.

Too many people,

Too funny jokes,

Too innocent the children,

Too much of careless hope!

It’s time for tragedy…

Humanity!

Please, please, don’t call him now!

The one who hates the world....

What do you feel when you see this?

Astounded? Anxious? Relieved? Regretful?

Does the purple cloud it seem to be joyous and free or scared and abandoned?

Does the storm seem like something you or the purple cloud could face?

Is it something you’d avoid as much as possible?

Does this make you want to go on a journey or hideaway in a remote cabin?

Giving into the comfy and familiar, or weathering t...

I’m laying here beneath the stars

There’s Beauty up above

I feel myself, start to float away

As if I’m headed towards the moon

I close my eyes and off I go

I dozed off into the night

It’s early morning and now awake

It’s beautiful as the sun begins to rise

As I sit up to see the sun

As it quickly starts to rise

It’s early morning, sun arised

The dew is on the ground

The flowers spout b...

You dont care about me

nor my feelings

you dont carry how I feel

Do you?

You walk all over me

You walk out

For hours

even days at a time

You throw stuff on me

Cover me up

Sit on me

hurt me

You leave tears on me

and the tissues too

You leave me cold

and hog the blankets for yourself

I have been here for you

since you were a little kid

we used to have

such fun times

Now

you stomp all over me

...

Oh, juliett.. your eyes are like.. like.. fungus.

Due to how they grow for.. love..? Everytime I stare.

Oh juliett, your lips are like deserts, because of how dry they always seem, or.. are?

Your breasts are as beautiful as gum drops because.. they are.. small and petite. Something like that.

Oh juliett, I give up....

My god, this art is so beautiful.

I entered an art competition mostly for fun, but this piece may go above and beyond.

I don’t say my piece may be the best one yet to toot my own horn,

I say this because this is like no other art I’ve done.

It’s…a self-portrait, but also an abstract of sorts.

It tells such a profound story while leaving room for an onlooker to choose their own climax and ending.

T...

Grounded is such a loose term. It seems to imply that one simply knows themselves. But it isn’t just that.

It is knowing what’s around you, and being able to adapt to those things.

Staying calm, positive, patient, confident, and protective lead to verter things down the road.

Don’t let life get ahead of you. And don’t miss what life has to offer.

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you w...

The blood rushes to my head,

and suddenly the world looks wrong—

the sun dripping from the ground,

the sky buckling like a drunk

in a parking lot, staggering

into the arms of a stranger.

I think I’m falling,

but maybe I’m climbing.

The way my heart lurches,

it feels like both at once—

a ladder splitting apart,

the rungs breaking into birds,

their wings frantic,

their cri...