Posts
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Change
Change can be scary,
but it must be achieved.
Determination is the best tool
to change how we live.
If you are afraid to change,
that's okay.
Change isn't easy,
but it must be done.
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Time Is Running Out
Time is running out.
What chases me is catching up.
I cannot escape.
I scream for help, but none arrives.
I am alone.
I am afraid.
I am out of time.
A clock ticks in my head.
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Trust
I am blindfolded.
I cannot see.
She leads me through the woods.
Holding my hands and walking backwards.
I smile and laugh, feeling free.
She stops, and so do I.
What is it? I ask her.
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Lonely Companionship
I am lonely.
I always have been.
Wandering through countless days
and endless nights.
Even the sun
abandons me eventually.
But not the moon.
With it's radiant glow
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The Waves and the Sunset
Noah stared out the window of his house at the beautiful beach before him. Gentle waves brushed the shore, dragging sand away when they left. The sky overhead was blue and clear, and the soft scent of saltwater filled the air.
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DEPRESSION
Do you know what it feels like to just float around, not living life?
Especially when a million people just push you down.
Pressure builds, and you just want to scream in agony.
Repressed emotions fight to the surface.
Loves
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Furries
Furries and therians (I hoped I spelt those correctly) get lots of hate these days for simply existing. They’ve received death threats, and hate comments, and sometimes physical abuse for being themselves.
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For Thalia (In honor of what she went through)
Note: I was given Thalia's consent before publishing this to YWP.
Last year
April of 2023
Our story begins
Thalia and I were talking in class
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Actor
We're all actors
Every one of us
pretending, acting, faking
we've all done it
Fake smile,
Fake laugh,
Fake happy,
Fake sad.
I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.
What's real?
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Enough
Inspired By My Own Book Series
You tell me I’m not enough
I’m unproductive
I’m insignificant
I’m useless
So I tried a little harder -
Therapist Friend
Inspired By My Own Book Series
I’m just the nice girl
The therapist friend
Who’s seen enough
To bring her to her end
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The Art of the Unloved Child
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say