Still as watertrapped by deathvice is wrappedaround your neck There you staystuck all daycurrents carry you away Float in peacelove wont ceasefighting onlymakes you weak Speak in truthsteady your routeStill as wateryou wont falter Feature photo by B.R. Henry.

Bewildered at life I look at myself When shall I cross This moment despair Hate fills my body Wretched design No fuel to continue Empty on air This passage I ponder Shall it bring light? Or darkness of mind Hollow I drift My conscious betrays me Ode to the night For glory I’m sure Will ...

I put feet to pavement.Rivulets of melted snowcascade in the gulley.I run at its paceadmiring the claritybeauty, and purityof the water.we both proceed swiftlyin the same direction. Motivation is fickle.Clear, blue skies lureme outside for a run.I crave sunshine and grapesI run toward Springbut the snow meltsaway from it.Still, we run in the same direction ...

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

You’re the only one who knows my heart better than me. You’re the only one that God knew my heart needed.You’re the one who I know is meant to dwell in my heart and soul and call it your forever home. You’re the only one who mirrors my soul and its spirit perfectly. A seam that ...

I’ve no one to blameI supposebut myself.Isn’t that what they say?It’s my fault.I made the choicesI face the consequences. So this is how it goesI choose not to reach outbecause my hand wassummarily ignoredslapped awayand shushed.Weariness won, so Iretracted my hand. So this is how it goespieces of my life swirlinglike snow dusteach different, uniqueeach ...

**Trigger Warnings** Bullying, War, Trauma/PTSD, Emotional/Physical Abuse, Self-Harm, Violent Content, Depression. Reader discretion is advised ***This is a work of Fanfiction, as none of the content is my original work. The characters are created by Stephen King and J.R.R Tolkien. The content belongs to MGM and Screen Gems, as the 2013 film remake of Carrie ...

The weight of his hand in mine pinned me to him, like heated lead or softened steel.   Skin to skin- whiskey neat against peached porcelain.   “I’m listening.”   Two words, a command, really. Meant to bridge the deepening gorge between us.   Silence. Swirls of phrases stained the tip of my tongue, but ...

White walls book cases   stone cold angel faces   book spines calfskin   moonlight bedim.   Faux fur- garments   bent page- parchment   cold floor- marble   closed door- startled.   Perked ears on walls, mask the downfall.   Speak less, hear more.   Stop the folklore.   Poison my tea- full glass, ...