Writing Prompt

You and me, a fragile pair,

Chosen once, then torn by air.

The Four decide, they fight, they scheme,

And so they shatter our fleeting dream.

The darkness takes me, swallowing me deep,

And yet you remain, their arms to keep.

I reach, I beg, for your somata to be near

That endless silence bleeding through every tear.

Apart we wait, in night’s cruel hold,

Our story left half-done, half-told.

Will t...

One step, two steps. Wait! I’m not ready. I’m not prepared. How can I move forward alone? I didn’t think it would be like this. What if I leave and can never return? Where will it all go? The warmth, the innocence, the laughter, the smiles. Will is disappear forever? I shouldn’t look back. If I do what if there is no going forward? Three steps, four steps. I reach out my hand and the mists of the ...

Brotherly love.

It's precious, really.

Besides your parents, brothers and sisters are the only people you'll have known for your entire life.

You hug, you fight, you share, you take, you experience every emotion with them the second you lay eyes on them.

But, like most forms of love, it doesn't always last.

The ones you love eventually die, end up estranged, or some other method of severing t...

Hug goodbye.

A casual see you later.

Thirty seconds down the driveway, his number is blocked and his memory slipped back into the oblivion. As if I’d let a man fuck up my plans right now. That man, at that. Bumbling ‘round, finding footing between letting it completely go and sweet revenge. The contusion left is deep, making my mind rot and rot. This time I feel stupid though. What did I get out...

A beginning to an ending

It’s killing me inside to not know where we stand. If we are still friends or just strangers. Strangers that once laid in the same bed. Stranger that once shared a similar interest. Stranger that once locked lips. And If that wasn’t enough. Every-time I feel you’re presence it’s like a bus just hitting me and I’m stand waiting for another to go right through me . I fell f...

Leaving, leaving, gone

Gone

When you think of something or someone

As gone

You think of

Death

Abandonment

Never to be seen again

But sometimes you gone as just a word

You are denying they are gone

They are gone

They’re not coming back

This is not about death

Even though it seems sad

Because it is

This is about a special person

Leaving

Disappearing

Gone...

Today I’m leaving my room

I look around it

At all the bits and pieces of my childhood that are usually cluttered messily in various places

But are now neatly put away

I’m going out into the world to decide my future

I should feel sad but all I feel is relief

Relief to be leaving

I don’t have to hear any of the arguing and yelling anymore

I don’t have to live under my parents rules

I’m not sure...

This house… you bought it for me ten years ago today.

I️ never knew I️ even could, but you were the first person I️ trusted completely.

The first man I️ felt like… like I️ could just be with.

It wasn’t much bigger than our apartment.

But it was ours.

We were happy.

Remember when we painted the kitchen?

Right after we moved in.

I️ always laugh when I️ think about it. Even now. We were so ha...

Abandoning the place I love most, the forest. I feel like I belong here, and it calls me back when I'm far. My heart yearns to be full again of green and trees. I sometimes imagine what it would be like to live life as a bear, or coyote, living deep in the forest, far from humans, never seen one or fathom the thought. Sometimes I feel closer to animals than people. People are cruel and selfish. Th...

Nevara was an oddball. Her love language was confusion and emptiness. . . The more love that she craved, it felt like it had to be chased down by distance. She had a love or two, maybe three, individuals over the years who have loved all the bad parts of her in their own ways but it never seemed to be enough for her. They touched her mentally, physically, and spiritually in all the right places. <...