An open alcove on the stormy sea
A bubble in among the tempest winds
Knowing the wind yet not feeling the rain
Watching those drenched in the hurricane

A scarf wrapped tight to shelter from the wind
She ventures out into the beating storm
Hair blown back plastered on sweet smiling face
Reaching to drowning hope, knowing she's safe

A girl on water walking through the night
Unfazed by threats within the screaming storm
Billowing dress yet untouched by the...

let me open a door
and step out of this world
into a land that gives me more
than this world can bring
 
empty, and alone, sad and tragic
give me a world
that is filled with magic
 
lift me, and carry me, into the sky
far away from earth
where I can wave goodbye
and wonder
 
what is there to yearn
if I were never to
return
 
I will not turn back
for even a...

Thudding heart beats - faster, faster. 
Trembling hands hold onto the edge of the capsized boat. 
Waves, one after another, slamming the insignificant spec, harder and harder, 
until there is no fight left.

"What is the use? No chance, no hope." 
Letting go - slowly. 
Sinking, 
Falling, 
Can't breathe. 

Waves slap the face, 
The body drowns lower and lower. 
Silence. 

A cool night sky, 
Moonshine and stars, 
Storm clouds. 

The waves, 
they take me, 
    - I'm home. 

When Jesper found him, he ran to her.
Loralie's heartbroken scream shattered the night.
There was nothing she could do to help.
He was still.
 

For some reason I can’t bring myself to do the smallest tasks. Poems are out of my reach at the moment because mine sounded so pretentious and for a second, I couldn’t tell them from any other poem anywhere and ever. They were not mine. Document1 will be my saving grace because at least if I just write words coming out of my head words on paper it will be my voice and only mine.

At least if I click ...

This is probably the last free piece this month on the website. Last weekend, I was writing about my grandpa, who passed away lately, and how heart-breaking the past week was. Now, though, I'm willing to summarize and take into account everything in my life. Hence, basically, this is gonna be the review on my life and what it looks like at this current moment.
Needless to say, it's been a while since I've written the last prompt to some...

stare at street cat. stare at underbelly of expensive car. light marlboro and keep smoke lidded inside mouth. lounge by footpath. dabble suit in pooled rainwater. trail tie over shoeprint like preschool hand on grocery aisle. curb so lonely, so wrought with grief. moonlight, stale with stench of alcohol under clouded teeth.



wait, wait, wait. nothing more to do, ever, than wait. passersby dwindle. knowing, pitying looks. perhaps, been here too. waiting. 

curb still endures. seedy whispers. tinted cadillac windows....

drifting off to sleep in the ruins of yesterday
i slumber to escape the nightmare i must face tomorrow
honey-coated fingers laced with sorrow
each taste another step into oblivion
i love the world i'm living in
but i hate the things i'm living with
they're not just my demons, they're everyone's
in a war where we're all fighting are own battles
and there's a part of me that's scared if i no longer care
if I no longer feel ...

and for a moment, i saw you,
hair spilling out of your messy bun that was
getting ever-messier by the second.

you noticed it immediately, of course.
your eyes widened like a deer's,
frozen with the knowledge that at that moment,
control was no longer in your grasp,
and it might be your undoing.

i saw your hands trembling
as they tried to gather every loose strand into place.
you needed things to be perfect,
needed them to be alright,
...

Shining, brilliant, a flame up high,
Ruling the land from a throne in the sky.
A boy and his father struck at the soil,
Day after day in laborious toil.

The father cried out, "Why endure this blaze?"
"Why must we be battered by its wrathful rays?"
And so they crafted a devious plot,
To strike at the heat while the iron was hot.

A mighty machine rose out of the ground,
With hatred, sweat, and a dream it was...

let me open a door
and step out of this world
into a land that gives me more
than this world can bring
 
empty, and alone, sad and tragic
give me a world
that is filled with magic
 
lift me, and carry me, into the sky
far away from earth
where I can wave goodbye
and wonder
 
what is there to yearn
if I were never to
return
 
I will not turn back
for even a...

Thudding heart beats - faster, faster. 
Trembling hands hold onto the edge of the capsized boat. 
Waves, one after another, slamming the insignificant spec, harder and harder, 
until there is no fight left.

"What is the use? No chance, no hope." 
Letting go - slowly. 
Sinking, 
Falling, 
Can't breathe. 

Waves slap the face, 
The body drowns lower and lower. 
Silence. 

A cool night sky, 
Moonshine and stars, 
Storm clouds. 

The waves, 
they take me, 
    - I'm home. 

When Jesper found him, he ran to her.
Loralie's heartbroken scream shattered the night.
There was nothing she could do to help.
He was still.
 

For some reason I can’t bring myself to do the smallest tasks. Poems are out of my reach at the moment because mine sounded so pretentious and for a second, I couldn’t tell them from any other poem anywhere and ever. They were not mine. Document1 will be my saving grace because at least if I just write words coming out of my head words on paper it will be my voice and only mine.

At least if I click ...

This is probably the last free piece this month on the website. Last weekend, I was writing about my grandpa, who passed away lately, and how heart-breaking the past week was. Now, though, I'm willing to summarize and take into account everything in my life. Hence, basically, this is gonna be the review on my life and what it looks like at this current moment.
Needless to say, it's been a while since I've written the last prompt to some...

stare at street cat. stare at underbelly of expensive car. light marlboro and keep smoke lidded inside mouth. lounge by footpath. dabble suit in pooled rainwater. trail tie over shoeprint like preschool hand on grocery aisle. curb so lonely, so wrought with grief. moonlight, stale with stench of alcohol under clouded teeth.



wait, wait, wait. nothing more to do, ever, than wait. passersby dwindle. knowing, pitying looks. perhaps, been here too. waiting. 

curb still endures. seedy whispers. tinted cadillac windows....

and for a moment, i saw you,
hair spilling out of your messy bun that was
getting ever-messier by the second.

you noticed it immediately, of course.
your eyes widened like a deer's,
frozen with the knowledge that at that moment,
control was no longer in your grasp,
and it might be your undoing.

i saw your hands trembling
as they tried to gather every loose strand into place.
you needed things to be perfect,
needed them to be alright,
...

I'm locked in a room with 5 of my closest friends
I know them like I know my own home
Yet the unsettling feeling still grows.
On my left sits envy
She is dressed in fine garments like a lord
And her emerald eyes cut deep like a sword
Hatred right beside me
A look of pure abhorrence twists her features
As if I were the filthiest of creatures 
Anger stands behind
I can feel her icy stare at the...

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage of the trees. Dark greens were dappled with lighter shades, and the shadows were almost black in places. A lone deer stood within the trees, leaves blocking the view of his antlers in places. A brown coat of fur was splattered with patchy light. Deep brown eyes expressed a mixture of emotions. Fear, confusion and curiosity. A shot fired. The light in his eyes faded to nonexistence. With a soft thud, he fell to...

Trust is something that means different things to different people. To some people give trust to only their family, for some they give it out like Halloween candy, but for others its hard to trust anyone. I am one of those people who its hard for them to trust anyone I've had trust issues and have felt insecure in every relationship I've been in and even hard to trust friends. Its hard living a life with trust issues always worrying...