My silent stalker is always lurking preying on me when I'm least expecting. Invisible hands around my throat slowly squeezing the life from me. The world is spinning, the room is shrinking, lights grow brighter, and voices sharpen. Creeping alongside me my ghostly predator the nemesis I can't see, Yet I can feel everything. My … Continue reading Killing Me.
Who am I, and what have I become? Do these emotions belong to me? It's been so long since I was genuinely happy. So used to feeling nothing at all, This spark in my chest is unusual. Sometimes I hear a voice in my head, A lingering doubt that fills me with dread. Does the … Continue reading Who am I, and what have I become?
My Mistake I regret the things I said, The way I acted, the way I left. I regret the time I wasted, and The false hope I granted, By coming back. When I left, I should've stayed Far away and let you be. But, I faltered, My doubts grew louder, I couldn't take it, My … Continue reading My Mistake
The pain you've inflicted, Scars trail in your wake. All that remains, are tiny little pieces. That don't fit together No matter which way arranged. I can't think, I can't breathe. I'm suffocating, I can't escape. This endless war Of you against me. This downward spiral, I want to break free. I'm caught up in … Continue reading Every part of me.
This is the second prompt from my final workshop… We were supposed to write about some kind of light that seeped through the cracks in our life, or something like that. Anyways, this is what I got! My mind was guarded by a fortress my heart built Each stone selected was strategically placed. My walls … Continue reading the flaw in my design
I did two writing prompts today, this is the second. It was a prompt about the myth, two roads overcame the hyena. We were supposed to write about conflict, being divided, or wanting to do two things at once. Ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I came up with... Two Faces A … Continue reading Two Faces,
Hi everyone, it's Thursday which means I just got back from the writing workshop. Our latest writing prompt was to write down three things we carry in our heart. I chose Love, Pain, and Memories. Of those three things, we were supposed to select one and write about it. Ten minutes on the timer, and … Continue reading Love, pain, memories.