My bed is my safe place, a cozy retreat, A haven where worries and sadness can meet. Pillows and blankets, my fortress of rest,
By Kel4 days ago in Poets
I'm not what you'd call beautiful, I've heard it all before, the names, the laughs, the stares, A chubby girl, too much here, not enough there.
By Kel23 days ago in Poets
Lately I've felt like a ghost in my own skin, A stranger in the mirror, a whisper in the din. My name feels heavy, like a coat that's too tight,
By Kelabout a month ago in Poets
In the labyrinth of broken trust, I wander alone, Among the shattered fragments of what once was shown. No thread to mend this torn tapestry of our kin,
By Kel2 months ago in Poets
When the whistle blows, the world stands still, Echoes of loss, a bitter pill. In the silent breeze, I hear the cries,
By Kel3 months ago in Poets
In the depths of solitude, I dwell Slowly consuming my own hell Striving hard, tucked away on the shelf Each day mirrors the last, in itself
If love were enough I wouldn't have to say goodbye If love were enough I wouldn't be sat here writing my reasons why If love were enough
Today feels like an excruciatingly heavy day. It's not anchored to any singular event but rather an accumulation of unresolved emotional turmoil that has been festering within me for what seems like an eternity. As I begrudgingly emerged from the embrace of sleep this morning, I found myself engulfed by an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and numbness. It's as though I'm navigating through life on autopilot, trapped in an endless loop of mundane routines and unfulfilled aspirations.
By Kel3 months ago in Journal
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel4 months ago in Poets
In the recesses of the human psyche, where shadows dwell and fears breed, that’s where I reside. I am the monster that lurks within the labyrinth of your mind, born from the darkest corners of your imagination. You may call me by many names, but none truly capture the essence of what I am. I am the embodiment of your deepest dread, the manifestation of your darkest nightmares.
By Kel4 months ago in Horror
Picture this: a friendship that began in the hallowed halls of secondary school, two souls brought together by chance and bound by an unbreakable bond. That's the story of me and my best friend.
By Kel4 months ago in Journal
In the depths of uncertainty, I wandered long, Lost in a labyrinth of symptoms, right and wrong. Years slipped by in a haze of confusion,
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