I just can’t believe it. The nose inside my head is rising. The anger in my heart is becoming more painful. I get out of bed and run to the bathroom. I need to take my medicine. But when I see my reflection the creature inside show itself. The room feels like it’s on fire.… Read More Creative writing: 1
Growing Up Broken “Trapped in ones own mind is both a blessing and a curs.” Childhood How would one describe their first memory without feeling an overwhelming wave of emotions. For my first memory of this work I was waking up from a nightmare screaming mommy in my sleep. At first I thought I was… Read More Growing up broken: draft
As I look Into the mirror And see her face Nothing but rage and sadness Fills my veins I am mortified At the site How could this have happened Where did it all go wrong I try cutting her hair Hoping she would change With a new look I have bruised Her skin Hoping to… Read More The girl in the mirror
As I set on my bed Waiting for my hand to stop Trimbling and pull the tigger I hear them again The voices The ones I want to kill I hate them so much They never go away They continue With their laughing Continue their tunting I continue to hold back But the voices are Too strong… Read More The voices and the screaming
New Earth 84: The Gender Pill The pill to change gender. The female leader of the new world, the creator, takes it upon herself to test her new invention. Most of the people around her doesn’t know this. Only a close friend knows the reason for her invention was mostly dude for the fact she… Read More Short story plot
Been a while. How’s everyone? Well today I start my new job, and this weekend I will be updating my resume. I have a new goal this year, to write a blog a day. Today I will be setting up my blog topic schedule and will hopefully start tomorrow morning. Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night.
Young and alone Trapped inside her mind The outside world Coming at her from all size Hand me downs To keep her clean and clothed But never what she what’s And always looking poor She tries to create But force to put away “Need to focus on The rule world And stop living in a… Read More The adopted artist
Is it a little to late to ask for forgiveness is it a little to late to ask to be yours after I left your embrace I left my soul and heart behind I cried and dreamed of you and to return to your arms a year went by I was trapped in a lie… Read More Is it a little to late?
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