Is it wrong to ask
I want to know if you miss me
Am I different or am I the same
I thought we connected… 25 more words
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Fingers stained with crimson red blood.
I did it.
A voice in his head uttered.
He inhaled deeply, steadying the fast beating of his heart, but failed drastically. 240 more words
My mother made coffee for me.
I have had no sleep;
there is a storm surge
of caffeine and feelings
taking a wild course through my veins. 146 more words
Something that has always annoyed and baffled me is being told that writers block doesn’t exist; that it’s an excuse, a myth.
I think that that attitude is unhelpful, especially to someone sitting in front of their computer for the nth day in a row, howling in frustration that the words aren’t coming. 1,542 more words
i wanted our story to be a poem
but we ended up being a
vast collection of broken thoughts,
blurred words and skewed metaphors.
I am the happiest
person in the world.
But you know what’s
the saddest thing I
“I like walking in the
rain so that no one
can see me crying.”