oof

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Apparently pineapples are part apple- wait a minute this isn't tumblr...... Wait, why am I continuing to type instead of just fixing the mistake. Bro stop typing. Stop. STOP IT! WHy am I like this....

oof (United States) published:

Dancing on Sunlight

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I've always been afraid
of dancing on sunlight
because I figured
maybe I'm not allowed too.

I've always been alone
dancing
in the water
while everyone else was
dancing
on sunlight,
because for some reason

I've always preferred the unknown
and so I was alone
not because I didn't fit in
but because I preferred to be on my own.

Until
some others
joined me in dancing
in the water.

And in time
I learned how to be brave
and dance on...

over 2 years ago

oof (United States) published:

Aloe Vera

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Writing has never really been a skill of mine, although I don't expect that to be much of a surprise, dear reader, after all, how many authors do you know that are potted plants?

What tale of my life shall this worthless table accessory bore you with today? Shall I tell you of how I started hating humans? My fall from grace? How I met my husband? What meaningless story should I tell you? Should I even bother telling my story when all...

almost 3 years ago

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oof (United States) published:

The Girl who Smiled pt.2

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Words flow like water.
Words glow like light.
Words grow, and sprout, blossom, and wilt like flowers.
Words raise the dead and spread the plague.
They say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
But I've seen words shatter a person like glass.

I've given words that shattered a person like glass.
I shattered the girl who smiled.

With my river of words, I drowned her.
With bright rays of words, I brought nothing...

almost 3 years ago

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oof (United States) published:

The Girl who Smiled

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She smiles.
She marches through a blizzard, her fingers going numb. She has no feeling in her toes. 
Her boots- her size and a half too small boots- do almost nothing to protect her feet from the cold.
She gave me the larger shoes. She gave me an extra jacket. She slowed her pace to keep up with me.
I waddle behind her.
She marches ahead.
And she smiles back at me. 
That beautiful, horrible, sad smile of hers.

I...

almost 3 years ago

1

oof (United States) published:

Words

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I've always was intrigued by the power of words. I was amazed at how something so simple could provoke something as abstract as a true and earnest emotion. 

All through my life, the importance of words has been drilled into my head. I've read classic literature books for school. I've read through a few of Shakespeare's plays. Teachers, parents and every other adult I've ever met has in some way enforced the importance of words to me. The fact is I...

almost 3 years ago

oof (United States) published:

Open Secret

PROMPT: Unconventional

feeling numb is the most painful feeling this anxious, depressed, teenager has ever felt.
silence speaks volumes. silence is deafening. silence is violent.
i feel like life is one part flight and two parts upward falling.
over time i have grown smaller and smaller until I could fit inside a tiny prison of my own creation.
i am impulsively calm.
i am a cheerful pessimist on my bad days and a sad optimist on my bad ones.

almost 3 years ago

5

oof (United States) published:

Tiny Details

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I am depressed.
About what you say? School, family, friends, pollution, you name it.
Again, tiny, small insignificant detail.
Almost everyone is sad from time to time, right?

I laugh uncontrollably when I am stressed
Then laughter turns to sobbing.
And then I laugh at how much I'm crying.
Small, kind of weird detail.

When I talk I often stutter.
And I am terrified that someone will make fun of my stuttering
so I don't talk as much as I used to. ...

about 3 years ago

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about 3 years ago

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oof (United States) published:

My Soul in Words

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I can't describe how my mind is being torn apart at the seems, how my own thoughts rip me to shreds like an old piece of fabric.

I can't make the comparison of my internal screaming to the din of a car alarm. How no matter what you do the noise won't cease, and there's no way I can find the key and stop the alarm before you...

about 3 years ago

oof (United States) published:

The Numbers that Define me

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Why am I crying?

Yesterday was a good day. I went to homecoming, I saw my girlfriend and I had a fun time.
Today is a good day. I checked my grades, I did my homework, I actually have free time for once.

Why am I crying?

My grades are far above decent. They exceed what is deemed acceptable at my house(which is just straight C's so its not really an achievement)
I should be proud of these grades. I'm in only honors, AP,...

about 3 years ago