Was it worth it? By Brad Hall Why do I feel so alone? Even when I’m home and she is the only love I’ve known, I still feel alone! This life I live, I despise, and I realize why my cries won’t subside till I’m dead and gone and all covered in flies! All these sorrows I feel have killed all the moments I steal, and to keep it real, it’s all because of me! Yes, because of me because I now can finally see the error in my pleas for love to come back to me! I am now angry at myself for tolerating the shit that been dealt to my heart because I should have broken us apart way back then when you sinned and made our relationship just pretend! I don’t hate her! I hate me, don’t you see, for allowing the allusion to continue, carefree, just so love might come back to me! I am rotting inside, this destroyer of my pride from the miles of lies, and I can no longer survive this disgust I can no longer hide within myself! I hate myself! I hate my health! I hate that I have zero wealth! I hate this guy who only tried to love her, in spite of her issues of plenty! I’m tired of this life and I hate that this normalcy for which I strived will be my final curtain call with a cry so I can finally die in this emotional hell where I lie! I want this life to end because this hell that I’ve lived within and that final hell where in eternity I’ll spend, is at least consistent! I’ve tried! Oh how I’ve tried to overlook all of life’s lies and I just don’t want to fight anymore. Whoever you are, whoever is reading this, I’m sorry your reading this! I never should have wrote this!! The coulda woulda’s and the shoulda woulda’s; could, should and would be my epitaph with a laugh, at me, the guy who always tried, and cried and who felt so terribly alone inside! #evepoetrygroup#madpropslive#poetrycommunity#packpoetry#bleedingsoulbuds#mad_and_mental #newpoetspotlight#newpoetry#newpoets#newagepoetry#herheartsnew#yourheartsbeatstrong#herheartpoetry
I believe in words. 📚 So many times we think we can't say something because our words won't matter. Our words matter. They are the way our thoughts and feelings are expressed. We need to put our words out there in the world. They need to be said. They need to be written. They need to be spread. Our words are like seeds. They need to be planted anywhere, everywhere. #words#writingcommunity#writtenword 📖
Six of Crows and Innumerable Frustrations Six of Crows is one of my favorite series/worlds/books/anythings in the world! I love the fun, vibrant characters and captivating plot, but my favorite is the world building. (That may or may not be because that’s what I struggle with the most when I’m working on a story.🤫) • • • How do you world-build? Do use any programs or software to help? I’ve heard of worldanvil.com and notebook.ai and prefer worldanvil myself, but I haven’t played around with them too much. I’ve also seen lots of questionnaires on Pinterest (blessed pinterest🙌) but haven’t had too much luck. What do you use to develop your worlds? Or, alternatively, if you don’t really develop your worlds (for contemporary or historical projects, etc.) how do you research the nuances of daily life? Let’s chat in the comments — I’d love to hear your thoughts, experiences, and advice! • • • If there’s six main characters in six of crows, my frustration with instagram this week is... yeah, I’m not going to finish that. But if you saw my story recently, you might remember I lost ALL my drafted photos and captions. These had saved me a lot of time, because they had been already uploaded, edited, and captioned. As far as I know, I can’t get the twenty-some pictures back, so please be patient as I’m trying to get back on track. 💕 • • • #yabookstagram#yafantasybooks#bookreccomendations#yafantasy#writersoﬁg#teenwritersofinstagram#teenauthors#teenauthor#sixofcrows#writercommunity#writercommunityofinstagram#writingcommunityofinstagram#writtenword#authorsofinstagram#writerproblems#authorlife2019
|I forgot to ask for Your Name| . Exposed to the weather and demons in my mind, I am scared. Scanning these empty hands for a sign, a trace of you, something to remind me what it's like to be human, to be okay with not being okay. Did you think of me last night too?
—- Seeking validation forgetting to just Live And breathe. The chaos has tried to consume me. I refuse to let it drown me in its everlasting friction. As I'm Admitting my faults to what I thought was Loves', addiction. . Memories have faded but the linger of hope remains. It's like the part of the paper That the eraser can't get It's too deep; there is no permanent fix. -------- . . . authors notes: [There are no words for Exactly how I feel. These were just thoughts I decided to express. If Only, sometimes .... I could understand Myself].... . . . *written a year ago. —- The Light at the end of the tunnel is the one you walk into purposely. 🍃 I’m thankful for those dark days . Without them, strength would not have arrived !! . I spent years avoiding; rather pacifying — suffocating my inner growth . . . I am happy to be Alive to share my story. #intentionaltiff#mentalhealthawareness#energy#healing#growth 🍃 #roadblocks#evolve#manifest#spiritual#peace
free counseling session for 4’s ✌🏻😆 I’ve got my hands out for understanding/affirmation, but I’m learning to give that ish TO MYSELF. My higher ideals are freedom, beauty, truth, love (“straight to the elephant” anyone?). What number are you and what are your hands out for? Also, if anyone has a dystopian sci-fi short about a world where we’re grouped by our enneagram numbers, your girl wants to read it 😆🙋🏼♀️ so shaaaare