They say I’m dangerous.
Cold. Unreachable.
Maybe they’re right.
I don’t let people in. I don’t need to.
But then he came.
All slow smiles and storm colored eyes.
He made me feel seen. Wanted. Real.
And I let him close. Too close.
Now I can’t stop wondering...
Was any of it real?
Or just the perfect ...
visualize these things and you'll feel so much more sad and lonely because you can't actually experience them in reality. oh the stupid, brutal force of reality. this is your short escape from the dreads of the real world. maybe one day, you'll be happy.
all poetic depressions aside, thi...
Welcome to my collection of poems, a journey through the words of my younger (and now older) self. These poems were made between the ages of 9 and 17, and while I may cringe at them now, they hold a special place in my heart.
Be aware that most of these poems touch on sensitive and triggering subje...
She looked out the window. Eyes following the trail of a falling leaf.
Her eyes wet from tears that she always hid from others.
Will she ever find again a safety haven?
The Human Soul is a fragment of Mother Nature, severed somewhere in the violent turbulence of time. Yet, there still exists a faint, silver thread interlinking us with her magnificence.
That connection transmits our deepest emotions, reflecting them back to us in the shift of the winds and the fall ...
An assemblage of one-shots catered towards the characters of JJBA, directed by you for when you crave the mesmeric and otherworldly, or for when you want to succumb to the flower field of woe.
Why was the sunset so beautiful to everyone excluding him alone? Indignation at the unfairness of the world had filled his heart, overflowing.
He searched for peace but was met with the scene of his dears bathed in blood before him. He screamed out as the surroundings dissolved into a dark room. A l...
A book of romantic stories, written in both third and first person. Slow burn, enemies to lovers, etc. are here. If you'd like to see a specific romantic story, you can request it in the comments. I do both non-lgbt stories and lgbt stories.
A likely ever-growing list of vents, but because I'm, me, make them elaborate poems!
Tw- Self-harm, thoughts of suicide, and other vent things. Unless you are in a good headspace, and okay to read triggering or otherwise vent-type passages. Do Not Read. Viewer discretion is advised.
In "Marie's Poetic Darkness," I delve into the inky depths of my own soul, where emotions churn like a storm beneath a moonless sky. This isn't a collection for the faint of heart. Here, you'll find no sugar-coated verses or sunshine rhymes.
Prepare to be swept away by the raw, ...
A warm evening, the golden sun floating on the sea waving bye to the world, clouds painting the sky peach and blue, ears filled with the echoes of children giggling- but his smile was stolen by the pungent smell of blood that filled his heart. Nature couldn't heal him, she accentuated their dear...
It had been over 100 years since the end of the War of Tainted Glass and the noctilithic Gotarhei were hunted to extinction. Their power, once thought of as unimaginable, mysteriously failed them as they all seemed to collapse at once leaving behind mountains of corpses and the unbreakable Glassforg...
Yet another English class essay that was open-ended enough for me to turn it into a creative writing prompt. Have fun with this one I guess, internet.
Original essay prompt: “write about something that you’ve inherited”
Joe biden x donald trump
this is a joke and is not meant to offend anyone nor does it represent my political views. please this is a joke guys. its clean and isnt supposed to be taken seriously
Springtime À La Carte is a gentle and emotional short story about love, hope, and the quiet magic of spring. It tells the story of Sarah, a poor but hardworking freelance typist who earns her meals by typing menus for a nearby restaurant during a harsh winter in the city. While working, Sarah rememb...