moonlight comes; sun recedes
black wind crawls across the blood-white earth,
stained pale from fear, tangible
-
tangible in 
the fire stoked in every hearth
the blankets piled in single rooms
the windows covered in wooden boards
the lack of ambient conversation; the sheep that escaped this morning suddenly doesn't seem so interesting, nor does the special order of apple pie from the mayor
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tonight, it stalks the village

oh, the people know to stay inside
they know to...

Alex

Prom night, supposedly the most exciting night in your high school life, filled with drunk and annoying teenagers, the only thing to make it worse was if you didn't have a date, and April didn't have a date.
"April, Carla is here!" Her mom says, smiling at Carla with the door wide open, April hops down the stairs, "Ready to find some boys?" Carla says with a smile, April fake-laughs and rolls her eyes, "Just stay away from the...

i give inspiration
i pass all these people who are hurtin
all of a nation
will one day push me
to be more than
what i am now
please show me how
to grow
to show
not hide
live life
SURVIVE

Never let me go, 
The day after tomorrow
Is grey.
I see the signs
Of the event horizon;
A shutter island
Held at grosse pointe blank.

The verdict is out, 
The serenity 
Is clueless.
The green mile
Is 28 days later.

The lawless contagion
Is our sin city
Tomorrow, when the war began. 
The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind;
Sunshine
On the day the earth stood still.

The impossible. 
 

    Hello, demon here. It turns out I have to write a report of what’s happened over the last few months, as apparently it classifies as ‘abnormal circumstances’. I would hastily disagree with this statement (it wasn’t my fault I got landed in this mess, thank you very much) but doing such a thing would result in a lot of torture and I quite like having all my limbs attached. So yes, very abnormal, and I am very privileged to have...

would you believe
if i said i don't even try
i pass through my days wanting to break down and cry
have you ever wanted to break down and die
i have
I've been there too many times
but just look at my life
even when words cut through flesh like a knife
find a reason
TO LIVE
 

am i real
nonexistent
should i feel
every little thing
my world is my pain
but is still my rein
i control my life
my pain
my strife
even when i'm out of control
i dig my own holes
dig my own grave
burrow myself into hell
but at the end of the day i locked up my own cell

several years ago i used to have an account on write the world, i had a number of followers and published many poems. i actually was a featured writer and won one of the poetry competitions. but i was unhappy, sad, scared, and alone and my writing reflected that. i didn't want that to be the writing that i was remembered for. i deleted that account. i still have all the poems saved in a file on my computer labeled...

She's writing her life story.... oofem.

Think of a warm summers day, the chocolate melting in your hands, colors staining your skin
Their savory deliciousness, you can feel their outer shell fade away and taste its artificial sweetness
The little m in white print on the front calls to you its slight detail
And they taste rich, smooth, milky, flavorful, incredible
These are what make up memories, remind us of childhood and innocence
But most importantly, they taste pretty good

I've gazed at the stars many a time,
though none have been with you.

You held me once,
held me tight,
and told me all my dreams would come true.

But now I hold you,
lifeless and cold,
and wish that your words were true.

He was standing in the corner again. His mouth was twisted up, but it was nothing like a smile.

    “You know, Fawn, the doctor that cares for you comes in at night and takes benzedrine from the cabinet. I know because I hear him when you sleep.”

    “Go away, Lyell.” Fawn told the man. “I don’t care about you.”

    “Oh, but I care about you,” Lyell oozed, lowering himself to the floor. “I care about you very...

The great day of trial was so amazing. After, the police arrive, and arrested me for murdering Harrison Wells, the founder of stars labs. On the great day of the trail, the district attorney asked me," why did you commit this crime?" I answered, " The reason is I hate him to my bones, and I enjoy killing him." Then, the jury writes down some notes on their notepad. The jury was all in their splendid uniforms. There are eight...

An endless stretch of white—something that we are familiar with ever since we opened our eyes to it—is what we call our “sky”. We don't have a single star charted in it, not that we know of; it's simply a stretch of white extending endlessly into what we named our “abyss”. Our planet floated along this white shore alone as far as we remembered.

There was not a single shed of darkness, not another planet nor any other neighbor, not...

The world will eat you.
Stigma will destroy you.
Trauma will haunt you.
Writing helps me know that I am not alone.

The world insists I am crazy.
Society promises, I will not find success.
Everyone says that the only way is the hard way.
Writing helps me to stay sane.

Stigma turns me small.
Others keep me silent.
Fear hides my face.
Writing gives me a voice.

Trauma is always there.
The past makes me cry.
Cruelty ripped me...

A boy in a silver suit is the one who holds my heart
The moonlight reflects off of his eyes and they sparkle like diamonds piercing through the darkness
His voice is gentle yet full of life when he whispers I love you
Words that make me feel better than I've ever felt before
He holds out his hand for me and I take it feeling him gently pull me along with him
We dance under the starlight, feeling the pattern...

Medusa was cursed for her beauty 
with a face that turned good men into stone. 
Not a woman, but a monstrosity, 
destined to dwell on her island alone. 
To be ugly was a fate worse than death: 
no suitors, only solitude and pain. 
A mask that stuck until her dying breath 
made her merely a monster to be slain. 
He called me Medusa and made me hurt. 
I thought she was the worst thing I could be. 
But sometimes, I want to...

"Would you rather bang Mrs. Milnor or kiss the ugliest girl in school?" the boy asks his friend.

"Depends, who's the girl?" his friend says.

The boy strokes his pube-beard in mock contemplation. "Hazel Greer."

His friend recoils. "Ew, the girl with the fucked-up face?"

The boy laughs like a bark. "Yeah, dude. That girl."

"I wouldn't touch her with a fifty-foot pole," says his friend. The boy chuckles and nods in agreement.

I would like to divert your attention...

    My goodbyes are about to come. We finished packing all of my boxes. My room looks so empty; it looks so lonely and plain. I watch as all the memories of me in this room flash through my head. I feel like a true artist, repainting the images of my childhood in my head. Some of them are days from before my art. When my life seemed to be perfect. No struggles, no rush, no problems. If only that was...

Your glorious brown curls
Haloed by the midday sun
Outlining your profile
The curve of your nose
Illuminating your brown eyes
Sending flutters into my heart

And shaking my legs
Snding heat into every nerve in my body
Throwing unwanted thoughts into my head
Fixations on your words and mannerisms
Your appearance and imagining 
Your tender lips on my own
Your long fingers 
On my sharp hipbones

As we spun in an infinite universe 
Alone and unhindered
And yet I...

Your glorious brown curls
Haloed by the midday sun
Outlining your profile
The curve of your nose
Illuminating your brown eyes
Sending flutters into my heart

And shaking my legs
Snding heat into every nerve in my body
Throwing unwanted thoughts into my head
Fixations on your words and mannerisms
Your appearance and imagining 
Your tender lips on my own
Your long fingers 
On my sharp hipbones

As we spun in an infinite universe 
Alone and unhindered
And yet I...

I walk on the edge of the water
The rim of the sea
That dip in the ocean
Where heaven and horizon meet
This water is a mirror of the sun
In blue against blue
The waves are endlessly unique
Like a tongue cutting teeth
A blister to split
To swallow my secret
Like jumping in too deep
The disciples made of marble
They are judging
Sinking to decide
The placement of the continental reef
And these islands
Are indistinguishable ...

    “Nerve disease,” I told Beth after she helped me into my wheelchair. “Can’t feel my legs. But it’s probably gonna go away soon, so you won’t be staying here long.”

    I tapped my fingers against my thigh and looked up at her. Her lips merely quirked up in response; had I not known better, I might have thought she would speak. Finally, mute as ever, she pointed at my bookshelf. 

    Reading lessons were simple. I pointed...

If there's anything Ne_comer knows, is that names can make or break you.

Even as a king, even as a god. If you go around losing your name, there's nothing to remember you by. A wise person holds onto it with a desperate hand and a stable mind. 

As he's come to realize, Ne_comer isn't a wise person. He stares at the sanitized space, searing white stares back at him. The hallways are void of any soul, the night sky's...

Zara, 
queen of the stars, moon, sun 
and all things above us; 
don’t acknowledge the lustful gnawing
against your heart;
don’t give in to the begging 
of men who gave their life to you; 
for you’d fall down to earth
and twilight would surely conquer the skies.

Zara,
my beloved queen,
i suppose those men expect you to fall,
for surely their lives are worth more;
for surely a queen would fall for simple men;
for surely she’d risk the...