this is a fiction containing domestic abuse and sexual violence. I created this category to encourage myself to write more stories/ Something other than the six-sentence stories that I just started, or the poetry that has been my savior throughout my life. I want to keep writing something other and see where it takes me….
Bird in a Cage – a Six-Sentence Story
This is a continuation of my last week’s prompt Stroke of Misfortune Other Stories can be read here. the prompt was created by our wonderful girlieontheedge Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through…
I and Him
A short poem about I and Him. When he wraps his arms around me, that young lad My anxieties dissolve into the steadiness of his breath And I and him, In this very moment We are the same entity Synchronized, warm Yes, this is home I am always willing to hear…
A Binding Prison
Emotions can be a binding prison A story of a twisted infatuation Nothing but a prisoner A bird in a white cage Such a little silly birdie Such hollow eyes And her chest Nothing but a gaping dig site for gold But what is this? A sudden chirp escapes from her peak As she…
Shades of Misery
This is an old one, I was supposed to use them in a song but I decided I wanted to change it. Disclaimer, in no way, am I suicidal or depressed at this very moment so don’t come at me. It is just poetry and my poetry has always been melancholic or longing. In the…
a Gaping Hole
It is a commonly known fact that brain function does not stop with the heart Even if shot in the head Fascinating stuff Especially, if you have had the out-of-body experience I have never been shot though In my head, a gaping hole And I can hear the whispers of the wind “Come with me”…
More
I am someone that has lived more than half of her life through daydreams and poetry 3 a.m. is my holy hour, give me more wine, more madness, more, more, more, more Until I bust at the seams and words fall out of me, wriggling like tiny maggots I am always…
Act of Mercy
Sometimes it is better to overcome the fear of hurting someone And set them free Not prolong the pain and hope At this state, A knife Straight into this heart of mine Would be an act of mercy I am always willing to hear criticism or thoughts on my poems, I might seem…
She is a Goddess
I am currently learning to use more dialogue in my writings. So far I have mainly written poetry and descriptive stories but I really want to make them more, alive. The characters. Give them a voice Or so. My god, she was flawless, she is a Goddess… Her tied-back curly blonde hair smelt of oranges…
Good Girl
At this point, I don’t even know what to say. I guess all (hetero) women have their hidden devil, reserved For the right man His eyes have me in a chokehold, I love him, I love him, I love him, I do And for his hands in my hair, I pray down on…
