The In Between
I grew into a habit - that is, I like to convince myself that I am a monster. It makes it easy for me to get away with things; it gives me an excuse to be…
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74 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Deliverance
freedom is a beautiful woman and we are romantic schizophrenics sometimes she’s here, sometime’s she’s not sometimes you wonder if you ever had her to begin…
Watch the Queen Conquer
nature is much stronger than we give her credit for she is the sea and the stars from which we were born and to which we shall return and she will not always…
Oh, Death
Listen close, for I shall preach the somber tale of Koen Leach. Far north among the valley plains where breeze whispers through the grains, he and his people…
The Cove
Ever since he was young, my son and I found solace among shore and coast, shallows which boast score of bright fish and sand. We with many choose to relax…
Rise
Heat rises. Embers and fires, they begin in the darkest places among soot and dirt, and they work and breathe, snake and seethe as they reach the sky. To lick…
A Poem About You
Somewhere along the way, you got hurt, and there’s no denying it. Whether you’ve been jobless, loveless, homeless, or lonely, there’s been a time in your life…
It was All for You
You didn’t come out of your room for three days. So I paid you a visit. I sat outside on your lawn and threw pebbles at your window until the sun turned pink…
A Heart is a Heavy Burden
a heart is a heavy burden, what can I say? we feel so deep that we let ourselves become so overwhelmed. we drown ourselves in our own poison because we like to…
why the invisible stay hidden.
people like us don’t want to stand out. after we get hurt we stop trying so hard because it’s different when you give someone the core of your being, the…
needless to say it didn't last.
ugh it’s so, so, so stupid... but she’s really cute. Kallista has good vibes from this one, apparently and I’m glad to have her support. this girl’s really…
try.
you’re trying so very very hard to save me and it’s killing me.
emptiness.
people always wonder why I can’t be happy. why no number of friends or goods can fix the damage done to my delicate psyche, which becomes increasingly unstable…
bildungsroman.
they never said it would be this hard to find myself. I’m torn between two lives, two polar opposites; given the ability to choose only one. I know what my…
ships.
I never meant to detach myself, you know. it was my fault for snapping. but what can I say? there was so much happening whether it be school or expectations or…
paranoia.
everything everyone says is a lie. it’s sweet nothing to my aching, selfish ears. words alone are not enough to please me, it’s not enough to say you care, to…
can't let go.
the thing about spring is new beginnings. the frost falls from the bare limbs of trees and the cloak of cold chill in the air is slowly removed. green is…
dreams of future.
I look forwards to the days where I can feel the dew in the grass beneath my feet and the warmth of the sun on my face and the wind in the trees and songs of…
enigma.
too often do people search for the wrong things in life. they search, scouring desperately for someone. a significant other, whom they will love. and who will…
Confused Musings
Oh, desk. Oh, ink. Phrases and pictures and paintings, crafted by weary hands and a troubled mind. I’ve longed to feel any coherent pass of words through my…