If i get a chance to go back in time and wall in all my cracks, I don't know if I'd do it or not. Because if the ruins weren’t planted under my skin and if they hadn’t prickled their way to my marrow, I don't think the word braiding ability in me would have ever been born. I Don't think I'm great....

Seeking sunshine By: L.F. Young 22 May 2025 *trigger warning: none *not my picture #Inkventures I’m tempered by foul-faced misgivings who crave the marrow’s of my future chasten by shattered hollow ghosts who, deliberately clinging to my past each, hauntingly beautiful… deadly. Openly seeking...

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ❝The marginalized are not the periphery, they are designated isolated pockets of space, simultaneously inside-out, Weaving circles of stigma and aversion around them, chalk-marked out of "visible" spaces printed and painted on posters and brochures, They are the undesirables ...

'Yesterday' is forever gone, And 'Tomorrow' never arrives, Pine away, until doomsday, But 'Now' is all that survives. Think about it deeply, Sad, but true, those lines, Its as sure as Hell, we can fortell, Just as our fat old Sun still shines. What the heck are we waiting for? Why hope to reliv...

The screams coming from that poor, crumbling house were deeply disturbing to the neighbors. The intensity of the sound left no doubt—it was a woman in labor, giving birth to her sixth child. Despite the severe poverty that plagued the household, another child was brought into the world—another life ...

Ask the weeping willow why it weeps: I fear the clinging ivy as it creeps, I saw Socrates drink his hemlock down, And doomed etheral Opehelia as she drowned. . . . Ask the weeping willow why it cries: I fear the lonliness of tragic long good byes, I heard the cannons echo at Verdun, And the muske...

”Being a teenager is hard. You’re stuck in the middle of not being able to make your own choices and being expected to act like an adult anyway.” i. how am I to be mature, when you look at me like that? poking and prodding at me with your unwashed hands, expecting me to deal with the sme...

Greetings everyone! Suz here with another weekly challenge! With summer break officially about to start for a lot of us, I decided to make this week's challenge to be all about adventures. I personally haven’t been able to experience a lot of adventures regarding the literature ...

I walked on the beach In the morning, I enjoyed the sun Collected seashells At night, I lay and enjoyed The sound of the waves With people all around With their own picnic blankets and food Taking in the night With their laughter, giggles and music And their own jokes I attende...

The oldest daughter holds the pain, Her family's struggles and all their strain. She saw the sacrifices, The cries, the fights, Everything done f...

Stars fell along this dew-kissed meadow, flower-filled where none could harrow Fragile leaves worn and thin, evergreen, swaying softly in the night wind A beautiful sight 'midst the throes, its center a tree of willows For when the moonlight fades at dawn, in the soil dee...

My girl changes with the incoming season, Perfume coming in on the morning wind. My girl shifts under sunlight, Like a color shifting cup I loved as a kid, But this is to reveal how stunning she is every day. I like to think that her lips change taste, Just about every day, but I may ...

There is a cosmos caged in me- a quiet, trembling firmament lodged beneath my ribs. It began as a flicker, a soft bloom of starlight nestled between lungs. I inhaled wonder once- air laced with meteors, the cool hush of distant orbits. My chest rose with galaxies. B...

I swear I’m still around :sob: It only took like 9 months, but here’s something for you :sparkles: #asecondchance ✧ ✦ ✧ When Tragedy struck the first time, it was a slow and methodical torture. He dragged it out for decades, not to string along his victim, but to mess with those who witnessed his whole play. ...

“Cause the devil I know Is the devil I want.” - Ethel Cain — Thought I might’ve tricked myself into dying by now, but all I’ve done is become a better liar. I paved myself in a glossary, full of sticky definitions seductive, like chewing gum laced with arsenic on the t...

The life of me, the emptiness where ghosts boast of surplus. Half of me is void, quarter is silence, and the other quarter is careless. Questions end with question marks, mine with periods. When the given cannot be repelled, reasons are moot. They say, "There could be light at the end of the...