antithesis piece to this ~ I’m a fraud in my own skin I’m afraid of my own skin I’m afraid they don’t like me I’m afraid I don’t like me I look out the window And I see my body flying high over the rooftops “Wish you weren’t so silly Wish you were as pretty…
Tag: prose
Identity | Saturday Prose
There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…
evil | stream of consciousness
part 1 Realized and actualized, internalized and sentient: are the evil bodies that float within me really my own? Do I accept them as my own, or continue living as if I were good? Am I good? Prove it to me that I’m not as evil as my most evil thought. Prove it to me,…
Friendship | Prose
The best way to start a friendship is to begin, earnestly and swiftly, sowing the seeds of its ruin. For when they try to escape, the object of your adoration will be entrapped in a garden of thorn-baring lies and intoxicating, ivory snakes, hungry and innocent eyes plunging the adoree into deep, black waters. ~…
One-Liner Wednesday | Rose Garden
This piece was written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday promp. Dead, crispy rose petals littered the garden in such a way that it made my spirit droop, until I saw the one red rose alive and gleaming in all it’s splendor. ~ One bad rose can ruin the whole garden, but one good rose…
Anecdotal Existence | King of Pieces
Master of His Pieces
tribute to mother’s day <3
My mom is my inspiration, motivation, and salvation. My mom is strong and beautiful. I’m very blessed to have a present figure in my life, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have her in my life. All of her time, sacrifices, emotional support, and encouragement in everything I do (including this blog) are all…
may reminders | prose
Remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to others. Remember to not prolong a bad mood. Remember to analyze and understand your emotions. Remember to breathe, especially when you’re upset. Remember that not everything makes sense and not everything can be fixed. Remember that’s okay. And most of all, as said many…
may promises | prose
I promise… to cherish my friends and family to treat myself and my body with respect to be patient in all circumstances to remember all the parts of life that bring me joy to do all the things that make my day bright to listen to some of my favorite songs… and maybe write a…
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