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personification

Sometimes words flutter against my consciousness, Barely coaxing a response in a fleeting manner Gently saying ‘Write me down, dear’ Others times they resound screeching and jagged Full of discord while beating savagely against my head Until the only peace to be found is to begin the story. While the characters finish the pace in an almost violent extraction Threatening with a ‘Finish me or I won’t shut up’ Sometimes it’s...

Llywellya

Italicized Quotes are Because Of You by Kelly Clarkson. Listen to it with new ears.

"Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything, Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in, Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty, Because of you..."She opens her new closet door and runs right into herself. The owners before them must have forgotten the mirror. Her eyes are distant and sad, her movements both curious and anxious. She bites her lip, the stops because she looks stu...

The Wait

An Assigned Write from Creative Writing, written today, eleven sentences, piece by piece...

The bus rolled up and opened its doors like a slug sliming up a leaf. I could walk 25 miles to Seattle before the driver even put on his blinker to alert car drivers he was parking there. There are other days I would complain about this, ranting without end, but today I am in no hurry and today there is a puddle of squishy, green, glittering goo all along the side of the road--at least with his pace and precise parking, I...

Mother Nature screams at me.The wild wind tearing through my hairblasting in my earsand stinging my eyes.Sand blowing high into the airand sticking to my clothes,getting in my mouth.Frogs croaking desperatelyleaping from place to placebetween the green shrubbery,trying to find cover.The leaves of tall,wise treesshivering from the wind.Little bushes nearly being uprootedby the wind's brutal beating.Things rolling around th...

Depression

An old poem from an old account in the voice of the old me...

You can't see me,You can't see my teary eyes, Or the tracks down my face, Or the blood slowly trickling from my wrists.Not much left. Almost gone.You can't see me,You can't see my pale face, Or the fear in my eyes, Or the scars all over from his assault.Mind going blank. Almost gone.You can't see me,Not here. He made sure of that. He made sure I was in the dark When I ended my own life.