Here’s a secret
Some of my works are actually…... written on the spot
Crazy
I just write here on prose without even looking for an inspiration
It scares me sometimes but it’s nice some other times
Because I see a like & I end up smiling the whole day
I hope what I’m saying is not crazy talk though
My romantic egoist
Love
The simplest of emotions but hardest of them all
I could love you and not care
Right?
Or I could care for you but not love you
Sounds better
I tuck my emotions deep in my mind wanting to be free
Not caring at all
Because love as I thought has showed me only despair
But what happens when a stranger rids my love struck heart of it’s chains
I didn’t ask for it
I wanted to be alone
I wanted to be free
But with him near, I can’t
I want to bare my demons to him
But I’m afraid
Afraid that he might toss me out without sparing me a glance
Afraid that he wouldn’t hold me And tell me my demons don’t matter
It’s not about me though
What if I toss him out when he shows me his demons?
I bet they’re as beautiful as he is
And I can’t risk my emotions
My feelings
I can’t risk my morals
But with him, it’s like my morals cease to exist
Love I may not know
But men, I do know
And I haven’t had my full
Until him
My whole world revolves around him
My downfall
My anchor
My religion
Putting me in obsession
Unhealthy
Making me,
A fallible god
Men
You may think I’m writing this to express my love
maybe
maybe not
I’m actually not
Experiences differ
But I do not wish for such experiences with men
I do not want to experience the bad
“They scare me”
I’ll always say
So much to the extent, it shatters my heart
Making me fear the outcomes of stepping out of my comfort
My home
I’m terrified
I really am
That I am to blame when I shouldn’t
That nobody takes my side when I needed it
That everyone turns a blind eye when I cry for help
I seek help but the help I sought, was tainted with bad reason
Don’t expect me to give you a Pat on the back because you were nice
Isn’t that the basic necessity of life?
They silently watch me
Like a predator
They look at me, like a prey
Doing nothing but suddenly, I’m their new Interest
I hate it
I hate it here
They all scare me.
Dark behavior
Vera looked over the side of her arm as she spotted a familiar cat leaning by the side of the traffic light
Knowing what to do, she thought
She ran towards it, in hopes of accomplishing a small pat on the head
Almost reaching her goal, it ran into an incoming car
Strained with another goal, Vera ran to save it
But now, she needed to save both herself and the cute kitty
But before she did, a hand reached forward, hooked her by the collar and drew her away from the scene
Not only was she saved, but the cat lost a leg and an eye
This incident put everybody around in a stop motion as she wailed externally for the pain of the little creature
Looking at her temporary savior’s face
She cursed him
Probably hated him for not allowing her achieve her goal
But she hated herself more
Because she was unable to leap out of the stranger’s hold and save the furry creature
She also hated the fact that she wasn’t the one who was crushed by the vehicle
But internally relished she was in tact and no scratches
She was a hypocrite
She actually hated cats
Maybe she did all that because the person who saved her, was the person she was lovingly obsessed with for years
She was devastated externally
But out of her mind and more crazy for her pretty savior internally
Whispers of the past
The day I found a weathered journal in the attic, its cracked leather and yellowed pages revealed a 1923 entry about uncovering a hidden truth. Inside were sketches, symbols, and a faded town map marked with an X beneath the old clock tower. Remembering a childhood story of a secret room there, I felt a strong urge to uncover the long-buried mystery.
Kiss the rain
A random Friday night featuring a lonely boy
No?
What I meant to say is, I’m that lonely boy
Scared
Abandoned
Deprived
I was barely 17 when I decided that I needed to up my game
And by doing that, I had to give up my morals
Scary, is it not?
But what happens when I’m materialized & deprived of what I did in order to give up?
Voìla
Many nights
Long summer
Short days
I stared through the rim of my coffee glass with a croissant in my hand
You dimmed the lights
Yet you glow like the moon
I’m tempted to tell you my secrets
To tell you how obsessed you make me feel
How unhealthy
I want to touch your pretty face
I really do
But your embrace pulls me away from my demons
But without you near
They consume me
And I rather be consumed by them than you