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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.

Life · Poetry

The Circle

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I’m not a writer
I make spelling errors
Fragment errors
Writing problems
I can’t believe I wrote this
I will never be published
It’s implausible
Impossible
For a book of my own to be on a shelf
Oh the horror
This story is all over the place
There’s no main point, no point at all
No beginning
No ending
No plot
My characters are boring
Their names are…
Oh geez
This dialogue
Oh
I actually really like that part
Oh
This is pretty good
I can’t believe I wrote this
I’m a genius
I’m definitely going to win an award for this

Love · Poetry

Faith

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I find faith in memories
The little voices inside my head
I find faith in tragedies
The bibical moments we truly dread
If you had any heart at all
you’d take pity
I’m a lost soul
I’ve had a lonely life
A hard one
Be gentle
Be kind
Events have left me bitter
But if you knew what I knew
You’d do the following
Kiss not only for fun
Love when it’s inconvenient
Give your last
And help
Not just the ones that need it but those that are too afraid to ask

Life · Poetry

10 PM

On nights like these I lay awake and think of well..
The tragedies of life.
For example
Why is that a mother can leave her new born baby in the trash
Or why do children get pushed to the point were they feel they have to kill other children.
It gets exhausting thinking of all these things
And even though I would like to think of myself as a happy and light spirited person
I am unbearably miserable.
And part is because of the tragedies
And the other is because of my own demons.
So as I lay in bed and attempt to cleanse my soul by praying to a god I hardly believe in.
I will ask for forgiveness and protection
For myself and others.