Poetry

Blood On My Pen

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Life · Love · Poetry

1AM

“Be productive with your late nights”

Poetry

Priming Poetry

The sky does
And the trees will
Do as the moon does
Enlightening you
As the sun does
Shining on you
When the wind does
Inspire you
Bring you out your slump
Into the light
When you’ve cleared your mind
Of the dangerous thoughts
Lovers do it
Feel new again
Feel proud again
Open up your mind
And record each thought
Setting free your frustrations

Poetry

Art May Be

A way to forget 
A way to cope
A way to express

Art could be

A way to forget
A way to cope 
A way to express 

Art to me is

A way to forget 
A way to cope
A way to express 

One way to fly
One way to feel free

Life · Poetry

Talented Introvert

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The ink has stained my hands
I’ve spilled my truths
Curled my fingers into a permanent position
Fixed my face into a tortured expression
I’ve claimed to be an artist
A skilled poet
I’m married to this talent
That has slowly turned into an obsession
Turned my palm into a personal notepad
Writing down sorrows and expectations
I’m thankful for a pen and paper
They take weights off my shoulders
And boots off my chest

Poetry · Stories

The Dream

Here’s another short story for you guys. Tell me what you think !

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Today I awoke and he was in front of me. My worst fear. He hovered over me holding a knife covered in her blood. His t-shirt soaked and a wicked grin plastered on his face.
“What are you doing” I whispered
“Nothing Sophia”
He stood at the end of my bed. In the form of an eerie shadow. The room felt cold and everything moved in slow motion.
I jumped out of my bed and raced to the door. The faster I ran the father the handle moved out of reach.
Falling through the door, racing downstairs into a sea of blood. I screamed and swam but I
Couldn’t make it to the door. As I drowned my father stood at the steps laughing at me, mocking me.
“Help me. Please “I begged
He laughed his teeth turned into sharp razors gnawing at me as he tried to grab my hand.
I screamed and drifted away from him gulping up the iron taste of the blood.
I woke up grabbing at the air. I shivered ,searching around the darkness of my room as I reached for my lamp .
It was just a dream.
It was just a dream I repeated to myself.
Swooping the cover to the side I walked out of my room into the hallway. I walked towards my mom’s room and peaked in. A little slither of light from the hallway falling on her face. I could hear the light sound of her breathing.  I pulled the door shut with a tinge of relief and froze. A small click sound keeping me from turning around.
“Hi baby girl”
The sound of his voice shook me. How did he get in? What do I do now? I contemplated my next move. As quickly as I could I opened the door and attempted to close it behind me.
“Sophia!”
My mother jumped up and ran to me as he slammed into the door making me fall against her. And onto to the floor. We scrambled looking for an exit to crawl to. He towered over us and my mother held me close.
“Don’t do this!” she pleaded
He squeezed the trigger and she screamed. I cried silently her blood all over me.  I could feel him staring at me. I cried.
“please daddy, don’t”
My last cry before I felt the bullet as it went through my skull.

Poetry · Stories

Hysteria or Reason

Here’s a short story that I wrote. It’s the first draft and I might make it a little longer. Tell me what you guys think of it yeah 😊, Leave a comment and all that. Anywho enjoy.

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I had to kill her. She was in the way.She couldn’t understand the importantance of what I was doing .She wouldve ruined everything. I disposed of her in the canal near G Street. She’s probably been mauled by stray dogs, by now her body is being eaten away by parasites. Anyways you’d like to know why but the why isn’t important. Have you found her yet across from the Little Johnson’s diner? She should be there, I wander where she could have gone? Maybe someone moved her. Or maybe that’s not where I put her. The why? Well yes the why. It wouldn’t make much since if I were to explain it to you though. There are many whys, she didn’t understand. Why I hated her so much. She wanted me to like her but I couldn’t how could i. you’ve seen her. But have you found her. What’s he whispering about? You have found her haven’t you? Can I see her? No that wouldn’t be right. Ok well the why. The why is simply because. Because I wanted to, because I couldn’t stand to see her face, hear her voice, not another day. Though I will miss her. Oh what have I done? This is all wrong all of it. I want to scream, what I have done! Is that her, what she’s alive. Oh no it’s happening again.