Max

Max

They/them…13, poet, and story writer, my adhd has me everywhere, writing all kinds of things, I’m a beginner, but I’ve always loved reading and writing, you can call me Max. I hope some of you people can find enjoyment in my mess!

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Self Torture

One

Cut there

Two cuts here

Three cuts way

And four cuts another

Each to mirror my view

Of self torture.


Six

Over there

And three more

Right there, all because

No one tells you, how.

Just how bad a child’s life

Can be.


(It’s short I know, sorry)...

Confession

In the quiet of my room, I sit alone

Confession weighing heavy on my heart

The words I need to say, they choke me

But I know that I must make a start


I close my eyes and take a deep breath

Trying to find the courage within

To speak the truth that I’ve been hiding

To let my confession finally begin


I’ve kept this secret for so long

Afraid of what others might say

But holding it inside had only...

Loss of Love

Once, each twinkling light held wonder

and awe,

But now they serve as painful reminders

of what we saw.

The memories we shared under the vast

expanse,

Now tainted by heartbreak and a

haunting dance.


The stars used to guide us through the darkest night,

But now they mock us with their fading

light.

The beauty we once found in the cosmic

display,

Now only serves to drive our dreams

away.


The...

The Letter

*Dear Parallel Self,*

*I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you from a parallel world where danger looms around every corner. Our world is at the brink of destruction, and I fear that we might not survive with out your help.*


*You see, in our world, a dark force has risen, threatening to engulf us all in it malevolent grasp. Our once peaceful land is now filled with chaos and despai...

The Path

It was a dark and misty night as Emily ventured down the path through the field. The thick fog enveloped everything around her, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. She shivered as a cold breeze sent a chill down her spine, causing her to quicken her pace.


Emily had heard the stories about the field - how it was haunted by the spirits of those had had disappeared there. But she didn...

Awakening

Awakening metaphorically,

a slumber deep and dark,

a dreamless state of being,

where the soul feels stark.


A stirring in the silence,

a whisper in the night,

a call from within,

to bring back the light.


The soul begins to tremble,

as it slowly starts to rise,

fingers reaching for the stars,

tears welling in its eyes.


Awakening metaphorically,

a fire ignites within,

burning away the shadows,...

Leaving

Once upon a time, in a small town, there were two teenage boys named Alex and Sam who were deeply in love. They had been together for over a year and their love for each other knew no bounds. However, there was just one problem - their parents.


Both Alex and Sam came from conservative families who did not approve of their relationship. Their parents were strict and traditional, and the idea of t...

Majestic Guardian

I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper,

but rather a long, steaming tongue

scraping its way up the side of my face,

like a serpent slithering in the night.


I blinked in confusion, my heart racing

as the hot breath of the beast tickled my

skin.

I could feel the rough texture of its

tongue,

leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.


I sat up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the darkness,

and saw th...

Death

In the deck of cards, there lies a symbol,

A figure shrouded in mystery and awe,

The Death tarot card, ominous and

solemn,

It heralds a change, a shift in the law.


It’s dark cloak billows in an unseen

breeze,

A skeletal hand reaches out with finality,

A white rose blooms beneath its bony

knees,

Symbolizing rebirth, a new reality.


Death comes for all, it spared no soul,

But in its wake, new l...

The Revelation

In the darkness and despair, hidden from prying eyes,

Lies the secret of self harm, a painful compromise.

The blade becomes a friend, a twisted

kind of solace,

A way to release the pain, to find a

moments piece.


With each cut, a revaluation, a glimpse

into the soul,

A cry for help, a silent scream, a way to

gain control.

The scars that mar the skin, they tell a

story true,

Of battles fou...