Prose
Memoir Through Time
3/29/24 8:19pm When I was twelve I went to therapy for the first time. When I was thirteen I decided to live. When I was thirteen he told me never to bring a black man in this house. When I was fourteen I decided that words meant more than action. When I was fifteen I changed my mind. When I was fifteen I met my second therapist. When I was sixteen I decided to live. When I was sixteen I became my mom’s mom. When I was sixteen he told me that everything would change. When I was seventeen I believed him. When I was seventeen I met my third therapist. When I was eighteen I decided to live. When I was eighteen I didn’t know what that meant. When I was nineteen I moved away. When I was nineteen I met my fourth therapist. When I was nineteen I fell in love. When I was twenty I decided to live. When I was twenty I told my dad that I loved him. When I was twenty I told myself that any response was a good response. When I was twenty-one I called my grandparents. When I was twenty-one I decided to love.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness-2
I want to strip myself bare And wander through you Without a care Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Strange...
Strangely, I love loneliness... Sometimes it looks like I need an escape from the outside world. The real world needs so much effort to be part of it. You need to be a mother, a wife a cook, a cleaner, a student, a teacher an accountant and so much more. They expect everything to be done by you. Sucking your blood till there is no more left in your veins. Even if you go pale color and can't breathe anymore, they will be there... pushing you. I ask myself: Do they have to care? But I do have to care, that is for sure. That is the exact moment; when I feel exhausted and take a step back. Closing myself inside, in need of some quiet and alone time. Just doing nothing, at least for today. Tired of everything! Tired of that smirking smile that is everywhere. No, at this moment I wanted to kill that smile and let my true self be free.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
Unentitled
I don't like to think of you in my sombre hours, why must you torcher me when I've lost my powers? Deep within my R.E.M. you strip away the veil, waking me with a rush, your memories are my hell. You're mocking life as if we had another, you weren't just a man, you were like my brother. The trust now cracked, the sorrow seeping, like broken, blood filled veins, the break grows greater than the cut, each heartbeat is a strain. Like a dam meant to stop the harmful breaching floods, you open up well sealed gates, washing me through soggy muds; I try to crawl up the banks to where daylight beams askew, I pull myself all dirty, out from under the likes of you.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
