Hurt by S. L. Wyllie You're hurting him like you hurt everyone. You're a liar and a loser like you've always been. You're not fooling anyone with your fake smiles, and your undeserved happiness. All you do is wreck, and ruin. You're a failure, and a freak, useless, and worthless. You don't deserve his kindness … Continue reading Hurt
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Untitled by S. L. Wyllie. It troubles me when I glimpse those shrouds of darkness behind your eyes. They take you to this desolate place where you self-destruct and isolate. I see the demons beneath the surface, I see them waiting for the first chance, to drag you under when you're weakest. How can I … Continue reading Untitled
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Guilt.
Guilt This ache inside, this dull, relentless ache. It seeps through me, slowly at first like the gentle ebb of an outward creeping tide. The water quietly washes around me whispering calm melodies soothing as the pale luminescence of the quarter moon bathes me in its eerie autumn glow. The waters of guilt start building, … Continue reading Guilt.
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Who am I, and what have I become?
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?
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Every part of me.
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.
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the flaw in my design
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
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The World You See…
I participated in my final writing workshop in Toronto, (insert sad face), now I must find another... So here is one of the prompts we worked on tonight... It was taken from a poem called The World You See - and we were given the option of writing about Kindness, Forgiveness, or anywhere that particular … Continue reading The World You See…
