All I am to you is the chores
Do the dishes
Clean the floors
Make the money
Work work work
Don't think about
anything funny
We have become stressed
And less
like ourselves
I'm not at my best
I feel like I'm
Falling from the shelf
This life I'm in
Is not right
I've been waiting
And waiting
For my dreams to take flight
I hope one day they might
Because I want to be loved
I wanted to cared for
I want the romance
The sex, everything
That makes us our best.
I want the fairy tale.
I want it so badly.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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Seconds
Introduction This is the first challenge entry that I have written since Vocal has fixed my ability to publish. I work during the night and came up with a hybrid poetry form, the terzareyu, a cross between terza rima and Senryū (川柳). Look them up for what the forms are.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 15 hours ago in Poets
Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station
*****Preface***** I have been obsessed with Choose Your Own Adventure stories since I was a kid. I credit them with my love of reading and writing. I've been struggling to get my own kids to embrace words the same way I have but they love video games and our occasional Dungeon's and Dragon's game... which gave me an idea. I'll write an interactive story. So far its working; my middle son loves it and can't wait for the next section to come out.
By Sandor Szabo6 days ago in Fiction
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Raw, honest, and aching with quiet desperation. You captured what so many feel but struggle to say—yearning for more than just survival. Beautifully expressed.