Tag: creative writing

  • Help

    It’s fun.It makes my day.To help others,And makes sure they’re okI give advice,Lend a helping hand.Doing whatever I can,To make sure they’re safe and sound. What gets to me,Even though it shouldn’t,Is that I can’t always assist everyone,Every single time.I always want to know the right thing to say,the right decision to make, the right…

  • The Climax

    Everything around me seems to be falling apart,Like the pages of an old book which has been re- read too many times.I watch, my face dry having no tears left to cry,As people move on happily with their lives while I wallow in mine. My life feels like a crappy low budget tv show,And all…

  • So Done

    Inspired by Kid Laroi’s so done I’m done.I’m actually done.I don’t care about my studies,Not even thinking about my future career.What’s the point anyway?Working towards it seems to only being pain in the end. I’m numb.I can’t feel anything,And I know this feeling is only a facade,For the hurt and pain I can’t handle.I’ve always…

  • Weird time loop

    Everything’s been the same,Little to nothing has changed.I get up in the morning, eat, shower,Do all my chores and then wake up the next day. I’ve been relieving the same say for six months.For six months I’ve been repeating the same cycle.Every night I go to bed wondering if I can really do this,If I…

  • My worst nightmare

    A poem (hopefully this goes well) Her worst nightmare. Increased heart rate,Shaky palms,I log in to see my results,Oxygen seems scarce,Because it just feels like,Everything has been leading up to this moment. The internet is slow,But the page finally loads.Ending the dance I share with suspense.I suddenly feel numb as it dawns on me,I missed…

  • A Grave mistake

    Short story A fatal Mistake. Being unemployed isn’t easy, especially when you’re twenty seven and more broke than you’ve ever been before. I rubbed my palm across my face as I read Tinu’s message for what could be the hundredth time today. “You don’t even have a stable source of income, you can text me…

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