Clothes spilling over the edges of my bed, My closet, skin peeled open, showing the world her secrets And mine. Buried beneath nights of dreaming and broken jewellery, Hidden under my bright scarves and a thread of hope That all the stories and poems I've Written in the dark Spilling and scratching Ink and graphite On papers and scraps Despair. Longing. Love. Would all come to light Just as sure as the Earth's gravity anchors me to the mud And the slight tug of the moon, all the way across Vast oceans of space, causing the water to rise and fall Like my chest as I breathe. Will these letters ever spell anything as beautiful As the beauty I witness? My mind in a tumult. But my heart beats steady. I am worth the universe.
Tag: Writing
Taking On The World Within
There’s this fluttering I feel inside me.
But the city I live in my head,
Doesn’t seem to be able to escape into ink and paper,
I never seem to be able to let the words flow from within.
Is it fear? Worry? I know not.
But this year. I’m hoping to see a change.
I’ve got a story to tell.
And nothing is going to stop me. Not even myself.
I’ve got my wits and my dreams.
I’m going to take on the world!
Writing Is Hard And I Did Not Sign Up For This Madness!!!
Another NaNoWriMo gone. And another decade has ended. I’m finally sixteen. And what have I accomplished? N.O.T.H.I.N.G. *applause* Stop clapping! This is supposed to be a pity party for myself. *sad instrumental music*
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