His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this. Maybe he…
Tag: creative writing
Boy in a Well | Part 1
There would be moments where I would find time to be alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing. For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s…
Overboard | Poem/Song
If you’re sad and feeling sober Just let me know, let me know. Or else I’m going over, going overboard, because this ship can’t contain your grievances– my condolences. – I’m going overboard sinking with the water where the pressure cracks my bones and I don’t have to listen to you or think of you….
Squirming Worms | Poem
Squirming worms of dread,
on the walls and in my head.
hang with the greats | poem
and the fears i’m too afraid to face alone and it’s so hard to do so and it’s so hard to do so and i know you’re not afraid so take my hand you’ll hang with the greats
I Don’t Love the World | Poem/Song
In the morning time stays a ticking. I hear the doorbell: whoever it is, you better keep on ringing. I don’t care about the world. – Sunshine is an annoying facet. I always hate the shine on my assets. I always wondered what the world would say. – In the night, I hear the crawling….
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L8x00ve What is it? Is it a race you join See who can finish? Or is it like… a light? That guides you somewhere safe? Thinking about it brings me in darkness, pulls me out of outer space, and people say it’s a reckless dream to chase. ~ What is it? Is it loud? Can…
Don’t Want a Lonely Life | Poem
I had a dream last night Drew up my fears and closed my blinds I had a dream composed of you Completely, entirely, nothing new But there was a feeling in my chest That you didn’t exist, so we never met And then I realized I had taken this life for granted. – You are…
Elegy | Poem
One day your body will be in the ground and I’ll be there won’t make a sound. A eulogy is not my scene. I’ll be crying in my seat. Just know you’ll always mean everything to me. ~
Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar
An alternate ending to The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, my favorite book that I’ve read in high school. I would highly recommend it if you like introspective, sad stories. This is an old assignment I did two years ago that I found recently. Enjoy! ~ There was a tangible silence. Elbows propped up over…
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