I swallow my doubts away and watch them grow old

Just the ache of knowing everything was going to change

As you filled me with dreams I couldn't hold

I got so close to love with you, my dear, it's strange

And now this house feels like a grave

Every stain I've made on your heart

You can't tell me you didn't take part

But every time it's my fault somehow

I guess I'll see you at the funeral

I haven't cried in a while

and this house begins to shake

I haven't cried in a while

You told me "Baby that's love"

Maybe now's a good time

Every moment's just a memory away

and I'm tired of waiting for the walls to cave

I haven't cried in a while

Maybe now's a good time

Every fearful step,

I get closer to dawn.

It's like I saw morning for the first time,

and she welcomes me like a friend.

Watching the days turn into decades,

It's hard to remember that...

Every moment's just a memory away.

'I was hearing those demons sing my name

I was hearing those angels sing the same

I was hearing the good lord prophesy

I was hearing the devil harmonize'

"Matthew...It's time to go back inside."

'Where the lost don't sleep.'

"Come on back to bed, it's cold out."

'Where my lover lies.'

'Where the hurt don't weep, They just colonize'

"I know you're sad Matthew, it's going to be ok."

"It's like...you're a ghost," Emily said. "Like there's someone else in your shell of a body."

Taking a deep breath she continues. "I-I fell in love with you. Not this person you have become." Tears were falling down Emily's face. "I- It's like I don't even know you anymore." She whispered.

Looking at Emily's tear-streaked face, Cain replied.

"Who said you ever knew me?"

That was Emily's breaking point. Cain could act like he didn't care about anything all he wants. But after 7 years of friendship, Emily knew him like the back of her hand. Emily just didn't know who this imposter was. Because it wasn't Cain.

"I know you," Emily said. " I know you. Right now you look like yourself, but you're somebody else only it isn't on the surface. Emily scoffs annoyed and frustrated. "Y-Yeah you may talk like yourself but right now I hear someone else." Her voice started breaking, as she took small steps toward Cain. " I know you, Cain. I know you're weak on the surface, and that you speak when you're nervous. I know you can't stand the space in your bed." Emily's voice was rising now, gaining more confidence with every small step. " You shake in the darkness and break like an artist. I know all your big plans are small the next day." A few more steps and she would be right in front of him. " I know you hide your secrets, and that you disguise your weakness. You sleep in the moment Cain, but you dream like a poet." Emily was face to face with him, mere inches from his face. "So don't you dare tell me I don't know you. Because just like now you shut me out, out of habit." Emily's hands come up to cup his face. "Don't lose yourself inside your busy head," Emily whispered.

"Why do you try to save me?" Cain said. The walls he built slowly crumbled. "Do you see something I can't?" he said a little bit softer.

"I see everything you are, and more," Emily said. She slowly pulled him into an embrace.

Cain could only hope that maybe he would change, into who she thinks he is.

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Down below is one of my favorite pieces I have done!

The Danger Of Silence

How could anyone face the silence alone?

The silence caresses my face

And in it’s native tongue it says “I’m here”

At times silence will become a poet

Never saying anything but leaves a suffocating feeling in it’s place

Crowding into my space

A small grin on It’s face,

wordlessly it tells me “It’s here to stay”

I’m scared to speak

As I write this story

Teardrops slip down my face

Before they can hit the page

The silence collects them in a jar, like rain

And then he would label them with the word “Pain”

Everyone thought that tongues were the sharpest of swords

But the Silence killed them without saying a word

The silence takes your fears and brings them here

We all have the same fear

Not of Death but of our names being plucked from the air

The fear of the Silence that surrounds things that are just no longer there

The silence knows we are afraid of him

But its only makes him smile a blood thirsty grin

This is why we write our names on everything we ever made

Because we are all prone to forget

And so we hope that someone will stumble upon our stories

The ones we have doctored and worn down with age

We hope that they’ll find what we have left

Our names upon the cover page

And just for that moment

It will be as though we’ve beaten silence and cheated death

That in the whisper of those words

We have taken one more breath.

I'm getting homesick for a place I've never known

There's a little house on an island in the sea

I've lived on this island my entire life

The sky is always stained with this beautiful grey

For as long as I could remember,

It's been me and my mother

Once I asked her what was across the ocean,

She told me there was nothing but more water

And to never ask again

It's always been the two of us

Every day as grey and dull as the sky

But not today

Today my mother is dead

She told me this would happen

She told me what to do

The wind blowing through my thin hair

I began to work,

and work, and work

Building a raft

I place her body on the raft

And with a push, the raft moves toward the ocean

The ocean waves like arms gently rock her body carrying her farther away from me

until I can no longer see her.

So I spend my weeks losing my head,

And resting my bones

No work will be done

It feels wrong

My mother was my home

A home I never got to really know

*adapted from a scary story/ some excerpts from a scary story insta: @adamtots

ooooooooooookkkkkkkkk guys I'm back for real this time

it's been almost a year and I have a whole notebook full of poetry ready to share with ya'll

I had to take a break and work on myself. I'm still not quite there but I am better than I was before.

I am so glad to be back and share my writing with random capitalization, incorrect punctuation etc.

Catch me up on what I've missed tag me I wanna hear it all!

I worked at a pizza joint.

Nothing exciting.

It was called a Slice of Heaven, but it sure didn't feel like it.

There was nothing glamorous about the job. Just your run-of-the-mill dough that's covered in enough grease to trick your mind into thinking it actually taste good.

I know I will never make great discoveries or save lives but the job, it pays the bill.

So caught up in my thoughts I almost missed the online order when it came in.

'Salami, Olives and Sausages'.

Sounded simple enough. I created the artery killing monster and gave it to the delivery driver.

Finn. He was a nice guy.

Young like me, but also going nowhere.

"23 South Street? That's like two blocks away." Finn said. "The guy couldn't just walk over for it?"

Turning around to face him I shrugged my shoulder's. "Hey, delivery gives better tips, just remember you owe me half."

Finn just snorts and laughs, walking out the door.

I honestly didn't find it funny. My rent is due tomorrow and every little bit counts.

It wasn't even ten minutes before Finn came back, with the pizza still in hand.

"The dude didn't even answer the door, I tried calling, no answer." He said while shrugging. "Wanna split it?" Finn said while looking at the pizza.

"Yeah, sure." I said thinking nothing of it.

"What's on it?" Finn asked.

"Uhh...Salami, Olives, and Sausages."

Finn shook his head while sticking out his tounge in mock disgust. "Never mind. It's all yours." He says while pushing the box towards me with one finger.

I pick up a slice, taking a bite. It was salty. The toppings an overwhelming choice. At least it was filling.

Soon it was time to close. No more orders came in after that. I was glad because my stomach was not working with me. I just waved it off as the pizza. But I had an underlying feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Walking home, my stomach turned painfully. It became almost unbearable when I saw the flashing lights ahead of me.

Red and blue lights danced across my face. As I got closer to the lights.

There was a bloody handprint next to the house number. and more blood stains covering the open door.

The numbers read '23.'

The feeling in my stomach dropped as I look at the street sign above my head.

'South Street.'

I barely acknowledged the feeling of my knees hitting the sidewalk. My body felt too hot. Sweat covered my body as bile rose in my throat.

Salami

Olives

Sausages

~SOS~

Running. That’s all they ever did. They run from the truth hoping to stay in denial. They know the truth. But pretending is so much easier. The Truth follows them. The gravel of the railroad and the metal cut into their feet, creating a inky trail for the the truth to follow. They are running out of air, running out of energy. Their eyes are slowly opening, and soon they will no longer be blind. They will no longer be able to hide from the truth. Their feet ache and their lungs are heaving puffing out black smoke. Slowing, their steps falter. Knees buckling. Black oil oozes slowly from their skin. As they slowly deteriorate. Their eyes are burning coals. As smoke rises from their mouth. What is left of their disguise is falling off piece by piece. Coal knees fall to the gravel, and the black oily substance slowly spreads, seeping into the ground and taking root. Footsteps fall behind them. The truth. The reality that they have been ignoring is here. Here to open their eyes.

Looking over my shoulder, there are people. Hundreds, maybe millions. And the very one they have been running from steps towards them. Hissing more of the oil spreads, deeper killing, tainting. But the truth doesn't stop. One step after another until they are right infront of them.

Sad eyes look down at the oily creature."You need to open your eyes."

A look of resignation their face.

A hand appears in front of them. "You can't keep running."