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Dear Diary, Today was supposed to be just another ordinary Tuesday, but oh, how wrong I was! Picture this: I’m meandering through the halls of what I thought was just a cozy old castle, my nose buried deep in a book about magical creatures (I simply had to ...

Have you ever heard that patience is a virtue? In a room adorned with flickering light, A beautiful blonde rests in the quiet night. Her head upon the keyboard, eyes entranced, As out the window, a spectacle danced. Gazing into a sky ablaze with fire, Each burst and ...

╰┈➤ 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ׂׂૢ hello everyone! so i ed this amino a while back but wasn’t active on it for a long time! i thought i would jump into the swing of things with a poem i wrote for a statewide contest for school that’s about my brother. the story behind it i...

I would've never thought I'd be sending you a letter as such. It seems I get worse by the night and better during the day - an tricky balance between stone cold sober and hammered to the heavens. The doctor won't tell me what is wrong with me, but I think I infected you that very April...

White, blue, red, purple and green. The words repeat in my head like a code to a small, time capsule - one that is buried by five year olds hoping to reach their junior years, endlessly. They lay on the ground, hands deep into dirt as they search their mind for possible clues to why the sky i...

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 The bear and the once-child reached the summit of the flowery field. Dragging along a red and white picnic blanket and wafting it down, setting it over the colourful blades of grass. The man in the suit turned to the honey coloured bear and pondered “Do you m...

ₕyₚₑᵣₐcₜᵢᵥₑ What was his excuse for the bouncing along the walls, Constant shifting, clicking and ticking, It’s all ignored until the noise is bothering someone. Writing it off as the stereotype, fitting into it like a glove, Telling people “that’s just what I’m...

ᵗᵉˡˡ I regret not telling you sooner. There’s nothing like the feeling of regret, plagued with the guilty pleasure of hindsight. It’s almost as if the same argument over and over we’re foreshadowing this inevitability. Confrontation to a pause, only broken ...