I have begun writing some, stuff. I'm told it's called prose poetry, but yeah. 


Cry in Silence


A jumbled mess. A whirlpool of emotions, all going by too fast for anyone else to see. But you? You see it all. Every single emotion is like another jab to your heart. 
Anger, fear, despair, but at the center of it all, sadness. 
You fall to the ground because you just can't take it anymore. And because of this, people see you as weak. But the ones who fell to the ground are stronger than those standing up, and they say that you are weak to put you down, because they are scared of you. Someone so strong, but so scared. 
And so the whirlpool surrounds you and no one around is brave enough to go to you, and so you sit, and you cry in silence....
The Feeling of Flying (Alone and Free) 

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Comment by Kayash on March 17, 2018 at 9:10am

Nice, mate. *thumbs up* :D

Comment by Irene Starr on March 17, 2018 at 8:44am

Wow, Star. Just...wow. These are so beautiful. Some make me want to cry, but they're beautiful. As Ringwraith said, you definitely have a talent for artistic writing. You have a way with words, Star. A gift. :) Keep up the great work!

Comment by Arely on January 9, 2018 at 2:51pm

Editing posts hates me so I'm just gonna leave this here.....


The loneliness grows with each passing day, threatening to consume me. 
Each time I close my eyes, all I see is the darkness growing inside me. 

And so the new year comes and the new year goes. I'm sitting here and the darkness grows.

Despite all the times a hurt you, it was always to maybe earn the approval of someone. 
I see now, that I will never earn anyone's approval. I've given up. 
And so the shattered pieces of my heart, that I once thought I had together, shatter once more. 
And when I find the pieces, I will put them back together. And although it may be more difficult to see through, and more rough, I'll at least have comfort in knowing that at least it's together. 
Because what makes us strong is not how well we put ourselves together after being broken. It's how many times we've been broken, and we're still standing here to say "We did it. We came back. We're here and we're alive. We made it."
So someday I may rise again, and I may greet you with joy. 
Because no matter how many times the darkness tries to break me apart, I will come come back, a little bit more bruised, a few more cuts. 
A little bit stronger. 
Comment by Kayash on December 17, 2017 at 8:40pm

Write. I mean, right. XD

Comment by Arely on December 17, 2017 at 8:27pm

Sorry Wraith XD just gotta write what you know, right?

Comment by Kayash on December 17, 2017 at 7:59pm

This new one cuts deep. I feel like crying.

Comment by Arely on December 17, 2017 at 7:39pm

Just added a new one.

Comment by Arely on December 7, 2017 at 7:56pm

Thank you Ringwraith!

Comment by Kayash on December 7, 2017 at 7:25pm

*thumbs up* Very nice! You definitely have a talent for artistic writing!

Comment by Arely on December 7, 2017 at 5:13pm

Btw I will edit this with more as I write it.

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