**I'd just like to start off by stating that these are my personal opinions and although my experience was bad, I understand that's not the case for everybody**
By Kel6 months ago in Gamers
In the silent corridors of my soul, I roam, A seeker of echoes from a distant home. Lost amidst the whispers of the past,
By Kel6 months ago in Poets
Dear Dad, In the quiet spaces, where your laughter used to dance, I'm left with echoes, a yearning, a chance. The world, a puzzle missing a vital piece,
Astonishingly, an abecedarian endeavour begins, Boldly crafting verses, creativity within. Dancing through letters, a poetic ballet,
As I peer into the horizon of this upcoming year, you might be curious about my game plan. Well, truth be told, it's a bit of a puzzle for me right now. The past year was quite the rollercoaster—I snagged the Top Story award four times in a row (still pinching myself about that one!). That success got me thinking, though. I've got this burning desire to have my poetry resonate with more people, you know? But here's the kicker: I'm about as introverted as they come. Putting myself out there? It's like asking a fish to ride a bike.
By Kel6 months ago in Journal
Amidst the twinkling lights, this Christmas arrives, A bittersweet echo, as my heart quietly cries. It's the first without Dad, his presence now gone,
By Kel7 months ago in Poets
In the shadows of my heart, you reside, Oh, Dad, your absence, an ocean I cannot hide. Your laughter echoes in the corridors of my mind,
Alone, I stand in this vast expanse, A solitary figure in a silent dance. No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Invisible walls, my heart's austere.
In a room adorned with lace and bows, I was gifted to a girl, fresh and rose, Her laughter painted joy on every seam, I was her solace in a childhood dream.
In the waking moments of the desert's day, the sun emerged as an unrelenting force, igniting the horizon with a fiery glow that painted the sand dunes in hues of crimson and gold. The stark contrast of the scorching heat against the coolness of the night lingered in my bones, a disconcerting reminder of the relentless cycle this barren land endured.
By Kel8 months ago in Horror
In the mirror's gaze, a soul stares back, Caught in a web of doubts, off track. A heart that yearns for its own embrace,
By Kel8 months ago in Poets
In these forgotten streets I roam, No pillow, just cardboard, my makeshift home. City lights never sleep, but I do, I'm the secret society never knew.
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