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Writing Prompt #2704
I had been so confident that I had accounted for everything that would go wrong but it turned out I wasn't as smart as I thought.
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Non tutte le persone che hai incontrato nella tua vita hanno saputo valorizzarti.
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“You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why.” - John Green
you showed me i was capable of being loved
i learned why you loved me
and i learned why i love you
but sometimes love doesn’t cut it
even though i wish i could say,
“why can’t love be enough”
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Just another girl
She was just a girl like any other, she was just another girl that dreamed of the day, her prince charming would come. All her life, she had been told, that one day, a man would be to her, what Philip is to Aurora, what Eugene is to Rapunzel. So, she waited, again and again, waited, again and always, until he appeared.
He approached her, a sly smile on his lips, a knowing look on his face, sweet words out of his mouth. He told her what she wanted to hear, recited all the pretty words he knew, and for a second, she thought it could be him, he could be the one.
She believed him, when he told her how much she meant to him, when he admitted how much he loved her, when he stated he wanted her, and her alone, no one else, her.
That’s why when an argument happened, when that man raised his hand, when he touched the delicate skin of her cheek, she told herself it was alright. She kept on repeating that he didn’t mean it, that it was a slip up, an accident, so she stayed silent. She was going to change him.
He apologised, said it would never happen again, that he didn’t know how he even could have done that in the first place. He promised, he swore, she trusted him, she believed his words, she had faith in him.
Sadly, those beautiful sentences were only words put alongside each other. Sadly, his promise was broken within the same week. That women, once proud, once glad, kept her mouth shut. He would get better, right? It’s not really him; its not his fault, he is going through a lot…
She made up excuses to satisfy her thoughts, she gaslit herself into thinking the man she was with, was the man she had fallen for, the man that swooned her off her feet. He wasn’t though. The man she loved was only a façade, nothing more, nothing less. The moment she realised it…it was already too late.
She needed to run, to leave, to disappear, and as hard it was, she found the strength to save herself.It was a tough battle, against that man, against her own mind, but she managed, she left him.
Even far from him, the memories kept on haunting her twisted mind. Even away, his words, his hands, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, she would never forget it. The scars he made, they would never fade, and part on her would keep on bleeding. The burden of his words, all her life, she will carry it.She was lucky enough to leave him, but he would never really leave her.
Many didn’t have her chance, many in her situation couldn’t escape their fate.
She was just a girl, but no, she wasn’t like the others, she had escaped, she had won.
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Loving monsters is normal.
When you have been disappointed, let down, and just over all hurt because of everyday "humans" then at some point you begin trying to find love in something that has the lowest chances of hurting you the way others did. Monsters hurt. They scratch They bite They roar. But even that is better than having your heart hurt by someone who wasn't supposed to hurt you.
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I'm feeling like Tim Burton or Zack Snyder...someone who has dark versions about some stories and their characters.
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I am the sun, you are nothing
Are you in or are you out
You really never could decide
One foot on either side
Straddling the threshold
Wanting the best of both worlds
Failing to commit either way
Each foot
A half assed attempt
Barely touching ground
So I chose for you
Sick of the games
Slamming that door closed
Pinching your toes
Praying it hurt
Inflicting even a fraction of the pain
You made me endure
You always turned a blind eye
To my obvious agony
Leaving me in deafening silence
While wanting credit
For my success as I rose
Wanting to share my glory
And yet still
After all these years
You can't commit
Peering through the cracks
Gazing in the window
Trying to catch a glimpse
At what I've become
Hoping to see yourself me
But you're full of hate and jealousy
And I have accomplished
What you never will
Best of all
I can commit
I choose peace and happiness
To show up for those who need me
Because you never could
I'll never be a failure
Like you.
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If you choose depends, please tell me what it depends on! I’m making a WIP where almost all the main characters are boys rip me
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It's so difficult to function when you don't know where you're heading, but you need to do it, simply because you keep breathing
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A short story : The girl
This girl intrigues him. Her long black hair curly and tangled, sometimes braided here and there seems to draw him into an endless circle. Her smile, he doesn't know if he's sincere. Her movements and dance bewitches him, is it an enchantress or an angel fell from the sky. He cannot understand her, she's constantly on the moon, in her thoughts. Her face, her eyes so deep and dark! Windows of her soul, inspire softness but hide horror. Who is she? She says nothing about her but takes her time to know him. He wants to know her too.
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Cette fille l'intrigue. Ses longs cheveux noirs bouclés et emmêlés, parfois tressés ici et là, semblent l'entraîner dans un cercle sans fin. Son sourire, il ne sait pas s'il est sincère. Ses mouvements et sa danse l'envoûtent, est-ce une enchanteresse ou un ange tombé du ciel. Il ne peut pas la comprendre, elle est constamment dans la lune, dans ses pensées. Son visage, ses yeux si profonds et sombres ! Fenêtres de son âme qui inspirent la douceur mais cachent l'horreur. Qui est-elle? Elle ne dit rien d'elle mais prend son temps pour le connaître. Il veut la connaître aussi.
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Just a thought
I see her through every window. In her I see who you longed for while in my presence.
The way she moved through life Is who I want to be. The way she sways is who you used to love; I could never be anybody but me.
I fear her, the power she holds is tremendous. She has the skill I now realize I don't have and never will. She has the power to take you and never let you go.
She's who I thought I was. She's who I once feared so much. I've become exactly what I never wanted to be, a bitter bitch.
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Non possiamo farci niente
Ogni volta è come la prima volta
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Has the world stopped spinning?
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Better
And best is such a definitive word
leaves no doubt
as to what it's about
looks down
on the clown
who's efforts only
reach
second best
there's no argument with best
no debate
no other template
to measure your efforts
or rank your attempt
but give best a pronoun
and then best sounds
a different song
one that encourages
who's left
to play along
the best way out
maybe through
but my best is to do
build another door
rather form a jealous queue
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Playing Family Feud Board Game: A Prompt
“Name something that’s not a crime, but should be counted as one.”
“Wasting food that people put their heart and soul into making.”
“Strike one.”
“Being rude to people who are just trying to do their job.”
"Strike two. One more strike and the others can steal.”
“How about when people plan a big ass something and then when you’re given the okay you can go, they cancel it all last minute? And yes, I’m talking about you!”
*awkward silence*
“Yes, that’s the number one answer! Fifty points to your team! Okay, three answers left, gotta be careful...”
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Anxiety seminar.
I want to take constantly fidgeting hands
And give them a permanent canvas
Something to hold onto that defines them
A story that follows them as they grow old.
That voice that says yes you're still here
You have value and spirit
And one day you'll watch yourself go
You'll have fond memories of your ghosts
And the long conversations
That kept you from feeling alone.
Know that this is your home
But you're not meant to stay here
Instead just to look with wide eyes at the stars
And to run with the wolves
Towards a harrowing future
Of nondescript buildings and broken down cars.
Of faces that light up like fires when they see you
That smile and mean it without cause for disguise
One day you will want to see the world I promise
And not just the contours of the lids of your eyes.
I want to tell you that the worst part of making things worse
Is that you might not want them to get better
Because if they do you'll have no one else to blame but yourself
When you still don't have a good thing to say
But most of all I just want to tell you
Anything that will work
To make the things that still haunt you
Go away.
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