creative writing
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Dreams Unfulfilled
Dreams bottled in tears Slide down pallid cheeks Swirling in a shallow pool Of wistful phantasms Dripping through her fingers Hopeless desires To be loved and seen By a mother Whose tenderness evanesced In the turbulence of puberty Trampled memories Of when it was just them Before her new lover The man she refuses to Continue reading
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Am I A Writer?
Have I misconstrued what it is to be a writer? Because my chest is crushed with an incompetent burden when I can’t find anything to write about. My mind has taken the form of an earth ravaged by drought; skeletal fingers of bone-thin trees stretched toward a dreary sky for a warm wind that will Continue reading
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A New Friend
Lucas never paid attention to the social outcasts in school. As someone who formed his clique with the influential circle, those outside of it were naturally disregarded. He’d sometimes catch them looking at his friends’ table with begrudging disdain; others seemed wistfully caught in a daydream of what it’d be like to be in their Continue reading
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Inside Out
I wish to know the secrets Gathered ‘neath the curtain Of your lashes The mysteries embedded Within those evergreen depths Your fears Hopes Dreams Shadowed in demure caution I wish to know them all I want to know the real you Stripped of all protective façades Cloaking your vulnerable soul From the world Continue reading
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Meander – Weekend Writing Prompt #104
Voices meander through the dark thicket of his consciousness. A mocking chorus of laughter he tries to drown in the waves of whiskey burning down his throat. He knows the futility well, but there isn’t a day he doesn’t try escaping the hell raging in his mind. My late entry to Sammiscribles‘ writing prompt. Yesterday Continue reading
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Migraine
Trapped inside my head Is a little demon Vehement to break free Clawing through brain tissue Searing tendons In my neck Setting flames Within the socket Burning behind my left eye Raging violence Through my skull I’m almost sure Its scathing assault Will leave me dead But maybe if I rest Close my eyes Inhale Continue reading
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Distant
The contagious cadence of camaraderie within her circle didn’t quite reach her. She was a part of them, but there was a sense of exclusion she knew was completely imagined. Their open smiles harbored no unknown secrets, but she couldn’t say the same for her own. Her lips felt stretched too wide and her laughter Continue reading
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His Truth
His throat clogs with an indecisive spasm. His lips part but the words do not flow as a steady stream of thought. He grips the edges of the podium, taking strength from the sturdy oak to calm his rattled nerves. He was taught to always say the right thing. But sometimes the right thing isn’t Continue reading
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Facing Monday
She stands on the roof, watching Monday slink away into the growing shadows of dusk. She feels its ire in the lingering heat scorching blisters across the ashen sky and her chest blossoms with a victory cry. She outlasted Monday’s dizzying torment and its burden ebbed with the dismissive wave of a cool wind. She Continue reading
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Misunderstood
This meditative silence Torn by agonizing staccatos Of frustrated anger As I rip apart My paper heart Shred after shred Of flimsy flesh Fall at my feet Spilled ink Of my veins Wasted To make sense of these feelings And give them to you Cohesive Beautiful Untainted But I only hold These haunted scribbles Madness Continue reading
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