My sister and I were alone in my house. As usual, she decided that we should try the OREO cake. Trust me she has the weirdest ideas. She switches on the TV and puts a movie. The plan was that she will arrange drinks and I will bake a cake. She is very nonchalant. The maximum effort she put for the drink was taking out the chilled water from refrigerator and serving it with lemons. When I sarcastically...

So I have decided to do a podcast on my youtube channel because I think it will be a good platform to test out my podcast. I wanted to know what type of topics you think would be interesting to listen to. It would mean a lot to me if you could please leave your ideas in the comments. I want this podcast to be a relatable one and that's somehow different to other podcasts. 

- cherryn

Ok, before you protest, I know there is a literal contest shower happening out there, but I am not as connected to WtW as I would like to be and I am not always getting ideas for writing. So, this contest is my only connection to you all.
 
My first contest was kinda a slap to my face, considering the fact that only three entries showed up but hey, at least three people believed in me! So, this time,...

ruptures my fragile soul,
rhythmic peace distorted, 
shallow breathless gasps,
dread filled introspection's awakened, 
wildly roams previewing visions,  
echos repeating, over and over, 
mind whirling, intimate voices,
violent nightmares, triggered painstakingly,
harshly crush the heart-wrenching memories, 
afraid, traumatised, painfully alone, 
floating like a child's sail boat,
drowning in a lost sea of confusion.

acceptation of the final stand
heart pounding, pound after pound
shattering fiercely, glass of a million pieces,
risks unleashed, jeopardised, threatening self,
following heart, ignoring mind,
defying weakness, disregarding soul,
be...

  Guess who’s out of their sluuuump? Meeeee. Anywho. Here is another docs story. Unfinished as always and served on a filthy dish when we would all prefer a sliver plater. Didn’t edit it so...eee. Anywaaaay. Still in a reading slump. Have been for about two weeks now and could use some more recommendations. Some fantasy and supernatural stuff would be greatly appreciated but all genres are always welcome of course. Getting off track again. Enjoy. Or not. Meh.  

...

okay so i know i've been doing a terrible job of keeping up with reviews.(i've had a lot of school to finish up). and would love it if you would link your pieces below if you won in one of my contest. ONLY IF YOU WON.

I opened a book.
It had two things in it.
The first was money.
I thought it was a gift.
Turns out it was mine; forgotten.
There was a letter too.
I wrote it.
To someone,
who turns out never loved me back.
I smiled as I read my words.
If only I knew the future.
I didn't.
I didn't hurt anymore when I saw their name.
I did, long ago.
Now, I don't care anymore.
I put the money...

Detachment.
It's such a cold feeling.
Actually,
It's no feeling at all.
My body is completely numb.
The pain was too much for me to bear.
I shut it off.
I fall into a void of deep,
    Dark,
        Nothingness.
Detachment.
It's brutal.
Even as your lips press against mine in earnest,
I can't respond.
Because I don't feel them.
I don't want to.
I'm fine with a gaping hole in my chest.
I prefer it to the torture you put...

(i)
collapsible stars.

velvet supernovas folded into squares and tucked into coat pocket lining for safe keeping. not flowers, but petals; individual elements spiraling into existence and out of it with equal subtlety.
the inky sky dotted with pinpricks of light is all a ruse, a ghost of what used to be.

if all stars had fallen from the heavens and caved in like i'm caving for you, we wouldn't know.

supernovas remain secret for years, as i've tucked away...

it's hard to not long for what could have been.

what would i give to walk hand in hand down scorching pavement, flip-flops catching at splintering fractures and dandelions who defied the odds? what would i give to spring from doorways as though we could fly, hearts free of virus thoughts and heavy stones of fear?

how i long for those lemon drop summers, hard candy pressed against the back of my teeth, happiness flooding my mouth, staining my tongue....

    My sister and I were alone in my house. As usual, she decided that we should try the OREO cake. Trust me she has the weirdest ideas. She switches on the TV and puts a movie. The plan was that she will arrange drinks and I will bake a cake. She is very nonchalant. The maximum effort she put for the drink was taking out the chilled water from refrigerator and serving it with lemons. When I sarcastically...

So I have decided to do a podcast on my youtube channel because I think it will be a good platform to test out my podcast. I wanted to know what type of topics you think would be interesting to listen to. It would mean a lot to me if you could please leave your ideas in the comments. I want this podcast to be a relatable one and that's somehow different to other podcasts. 

- cherryn

ruptures my fragile soul,
rhythmic peace distorted, 
shallow breathless gasps,
dread filled introspection's awakened, 
wildly roams previewing visions,  
echos repeating, over and over, 
mind whirling, intimate voices,
violent nightmares, triggered painstakingly,
harshly crush the heart-wrenching memories, 
afraid, traumatised, painfully alone, 
floating like a child's sail boat,
drowning in a lost sea of confusion.

acceptation of the final stand
heart pounding, pound after pound
shattering fiercely, glass of a million pieces,
risks unleashed, jeopardised, threatening self,
following heart, ignoring mind,
defying weakness, disregarding soul,
be...

  Guess who’s out of their sluuuump? Meeeee. Anywho. Here is another docs story. Unfinished as always and served on a filthy dish when we would all prefer a sliver plater. Didn’t edit it so...eee. Anywaaaay. Still in a reading slump. Have been for about two weeks now and could use some more recommendations. Some fantasy and supernatural stuff would be greatly appreciated but all genres are always welcome of course. Getting off track again. Enjoy. Or not. Meh.  

...

I opened a book.
It had two things in it.
The first was money.
I thought it was a gift.
Turns out it was mine; forgotten.
There was a letter too.
I wrote it.
To someone,
who turns out never loved me back.
I smiled as I read my words.
If only I knew the future.
I didn't.
I didn't hurt anymore when I saw their name.
I did, long ago.
Now, I don't care anymore.
I put the money...

Detachment.
It's such a cold feeling.
Actually,
It's no feeling at all.
My body is completely numb.
The pain was too much for me to bear.
I shut it off.
I fall into a void of deep,
    Dark,
        Nothingness.
Detachment.
It's brutal.
Even as your lips press against mine in earnest,
I can't respond.
Because I don't feel them.
I don't want to.
I'm fine with a gaping hole in my chest.
I prefer it to the torture you put...

(i)
collapsible stars.

velvet supernovas folded into squares and tucked into coat pocket lining for safe keeping. not flowers, but petals; individual elements spiraling into existence and out of it with equal subtlety.
the inky sky dotted with pinpricks of light is all a ruse, a ghost of what used to be.

if all stars had fallen from the heavens and caved in like i'm caving for you, we wouldn't know.

supernovas remain secret for years, as i've tucked away...

it's hard to not long for what could have been.

what would i give to walk hand in hand down scorching pavement, flip-flops catching at splintering fractures and dandelions who defied the odds? what would i give to spring from doorways as though we could fly, hearts free of virus thoughts and heavy stones of fear?

how i long for those lemon drop summers, hard candy pressed against the back of my teeth, happiness flooding my mouth, staining my tongue....

“I love you, but I hope with all my might that you don’t love me back."

Those were your first words after seeing me for the first time in a year. You're dark hair falls into your face, your golden eyes glowing, longing for me to understand what was going on in your head. The rain poured around us, making the moment sadder than it needed to be. My body had already been shaking in the frigid weather, but now...

you take a scalpel and drag it across your chest, 
slowly and surely, press it down until lines of stardust appear. 

catharsis comes in bottles of blood and sells in hearts, 
sometimes you want to carve off your face so that no one can identify your corpse. 

it's easy to hide behind a chrysanthemum bud. 
it's easy to tear out your heart when no one knows your name. 

but not today, no. 

today, you talk until your voice ran hoarse,  ...