Written Whispers

[All comments replied to except two- I'm getting to it. Post edited while half asleep. Enjoy!]
Sliver of a thought: If you could write a letter to your inner child what would it say?
Dear Me,
It’s all wrong isn’t it? It feels wrong but they all act like it’s right… You’re scared aren’t you? It feels so [...]

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i carry a box of words in my pocket
neat and tidy in their square confinement
stirring like smoke in lightless corners
breathing deep the magic beyond the void
they question and crow at the nature of their pointed world
built within the tranquil delicacy of pen to page
strong as stone and more fragile than the spider’s web
clawing at [...]

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My veins are buzzing. Logic fuzzing. The rules of plausibility blurring together. The pen meets the paper as the teller to story, all on a night neither dark nor stormy.
Can you feel my heart beating life into these words? See my blood upon the page? Do you hear my shadow’s dance rhythmically tapping away at [...]

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Lilting whispers- the music behind the memory. It calls me like the sun calls specks of dust from between the bookshelves. A delicate mixture of old and new found only in the quiet moments where counted time cannot reach me.
I remember.
A gentle darkness resides in everything. Sinking into the carpet and crawling up the [...]

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Sitting in the corner, knees drawn up tight with salty tracks weaving their way down her face. The banging gets louder. Her heart flutters like a weak in a steal trap and she can’t help the broken sob that escapes her with each hollow thud on the door.
“Why?”
It’s impossible not to ask. Impossible not to [...]

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There is a little girl inside of me.
I don’t know how old she is but sometimes I can hear her crying out.
Sometimes she asks the world to hate her because that’s all she’s ever been taught…
Sometimes she asks the world to love her because that’s all she really wants.
Sometimes she goes ‘La, la, la. I [...]

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This is my attempt at explaining some of what’s been going on. Getting pulled back to another time and place or having ‘flashbacks’ of bad experiences is part of the PTSD so I wanted to try to put some of what that’s like into what words because I had a really hard time explaining it [...]

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Flying is just falling with wings.
The leaps you make and the cliffs you take, it all depends on how you see it when your foot first leaves solid ground.
The thrill of the dive or the fear of the crash?
The burn and roll of air over your shoulders or the tender passion ripping through your every [...]

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The pen in my hand is my sword.
The music in my ears is my shield.
The man in my heart is my balance.
Add that to each new breath I take
And I am invincible.

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Kei was so inspired by my bit of creative writing before this (click here to view) that she made some awesome art for it. She left enough room to write out the bit on it but methinks I might have to re-center it and such. Click the image to see the full-readable size. Share as [...]

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She sits before me like a mirror, the phases of the moon written in her face.
“Why?”
One word. A question so simple- so necessary and yet so impossible to answer.
“I don’t understand. Can you explain it to me?”
No, but do I really have to say that?
“Please?”
We stare at each other for a long moment, her into [...]

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She sat with her back to the cold stone of the fire place, white hair framing her already pale face with a ghostly hue. The sleeves of her robe bunched up around her arms making the fact that she was still so small all that more obvious to those of us who overlooked it every [...]

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