Prairie
-a poem:
Olivia I. WILLIAMS
———————
Cocktails tumbling —
Softly rumbling —
Tender, mumbling wind
Long grass
Grazes the woodchip trail
As morning grows past
And the sun prevails.
Immense oak trees
Tower and sway
Over clovers.
While whispering streams
Fill the day.
The oak
Sends shadows
Stretching across
The sunlit grass.
Though sun still
Lights the eager flowers —
It's one true task.
Worn oak lodge
Nestled in thoughts —
Dreams.
Moss on the steps
Small treads,
Leading to a true home
Of rest.
Inside — well kept
Floor-length light
Curtains of linen,
Billowing white.


The scent of firewood,
Lemon,
And lavender
Spills into every room.
Sunlight rests
Comfortably on the oak-paneled
Walls.
warmth resides
Flickering gently like campfire flame
In bedroom shadows —
Fire remaining tame.
A clock ticks on
With silent grace
Amongst the music
In the
Gentle, silenced place.
Teacups gather
Along the counter
From morning’s start
Still warm,
Resting against the
Oakwood —
Like integrated art.
The breeze glides in —
Stretching through
The yellow tulips.
Drifting near the prairie
Where deer settle along the creek,
Sipping from the teal cascade
While bending among grass
And settling in
The shadows spread —
Not even the rustling speaks.
Squirrels play —
Once they scrambled,
Now they stay.
Soon, the prairie settles
Warmth of sun retreats,
Sinking in ocean-blue sky
And cotton candy clouds
With new—
Starry night above.  
Faint golden glow
Of the lamp
Among the licking
Light of fire.
In the night,
As the last stars settle to rest,
A tender voice clears —
Singing as the sun sets
In pastel paint,
Voice elegantly swaying
A soft tune.
By the creek
Loons all coo,
Flying in tune together
Like a fairy.
The last gentle note —
Not leaving any weight
Of the day carried.
At last,
The day ends
On the
Prairie.

The Sea That Sparkles
A poem: By Olivia Williams
——————————————-

Sunset spills like melting gold,
Tumbling through my dry fingers—
Sifting the soft grain through my palm,
Some sand—almost forming a mold.  

Shells— sea worn, colors seeming to bleed through their rough patches.

Waves nudging along the sandy shore,
Seeming to lap the surface
In white foam,  
Slowly hushing and sighing
As they swirl together,
leaving shells—
More intertwining—catching on the fine sand,
Forever sifting just beyond the water's edge.

The lighthouse glows,
Casting light—
A silent voice that flows to those beyond the shallow waters,  
Holding the sea in place—
Just in case.

Soft humming surrounds
As cardinals glide—
conversing together in mounds
On the lighthouse top,
Attracted by the growing night.

Knowing sleep is eminent,
So they hum goodbyes,
Murmuring together as
Everything settles after crossing ties.

Still— Beaming light slices into
Teal—cascading waters,
Lighting a path of watercolored flame— lighting the last of foaming waves.
Never seeming to falter,
As if there stretching to reach me,
At the last grin of the sun.

Sea spreads molten pastels—  
Tints of sapphire, moss, and soft yellow,
Open valleys underneath
The sheltered coral,
Shuffling in place as tropical-hued fish,
Cluttering around it
While seeming to sway like bells.

Each wave of color layering
—unlocking a key.
Like a canvas—a small brushstroke in motion,
holding life only few ever see.

The sun,
Scattering jewels like Ember
across the fading horizon.
The clouds drifting,  
Leaving a Crystal sky
Where the shades of sunset settle,
To look like glass
—The view never seems to lie.

Distant murmurs of
Tide’s steady tune,
A salty tang sifts
the ocean air,
A faint scent of seaweed, and tulips  
Scatter the sea side,
Never leaving the beach bare.

Tiny ***** scurry about the sand,
Forming miniature shadows—
While creeping through crevasses
Of water-worn rocks,
Sinking into the land.

What's left of foam still laces the shore,
Like woven-textured fabric
—foam bubbling more.
  
Light bends one last time,  
Never faltering over the ledge.
Filling the sky
Where the last of day
Meets the eternal edge.

—till morning
Waves slither to an end,
Leaving any small damage
On the shore to mend,

Night drapes,
Stars shimmer softly.
Sea breathing–a soft and slow drum.
Sea’s quiet hum—
The softest sound of day,
Drifting patiently
For the next day to come,
To eternally illuminate the water
In miracles and chrystal’s.

As no matter the day,
The sea sparkles—
Either way.

Grief Walked In
A Poem
————————
“Lady Grief” walked in—
tears streaming down
her sunken, exhausted face.
My windows grow foggy
as mist rolls in,
covering all the things I enjoyed—
all the things I used to chase
with passion.
I just keep thinking it isn’t real.
I just can’t grasp that he’s GONE.
Regrets in my head
getting too loud.
She sits on
my black sofa chair,
mumbling to herself,
reminding me of all the times
I didn’t give him that one bone,
every time
I forgot to fill his water bowl
before school,
every time
I didn’t follow directions
to care for him.
I keep fighting to hear the same
pitter-patter of paws
on the wooden tile each morning.
BUT ALL I HEAR IS SILENCE.
Her jet-black dress,
pale blue eyes,
pale skin,
black matted hair—
forming into the worn
sofa chair,
knowing that she’ll forever live there,
forever mumbling,
forever having tears
tumble down her face,
down her dress,
creeping into the
cramped—
black heels
that seem to fit a little too tight
around her
bruised ankles.
I keep calling his name to eat,
but he doesn’t skitter around that corner
with his tongue out of his mouth..
THEN I REMEMBER HE'S NOT HERE.

It’s written in the lines of memory—
every time I refused
to take him for a walk
because I didn’t want
to get out of bed.
He was just here.
He WAS JUST here.
HE WAS JUST HERE.
Written in lines—
where she clutches
the once
lively—colorful journal,
now tear-stained,
and regrets filling the pages—all intertwined
like
the black mascara
that runs down like sorrow—
just hitting her chin
before she wipes it away—
still leaving stains,
like the memories
of his presence,
of his life
that was so energetic,
so lively,
now missing
from that bed in the corner.
I should’ve walked him MORE.
I should’ve given him EVERYTHING.
Maybe if I had loved better—
he’d STILL be here.
It isn’t MY fault.
But why do I FEEL this way?
It’s written in the lines—forever.
She still calls his name
but cries more,
realizing
he is not coming
through the front door,
that his tongue
no longer hangs out of his mouth
as he trots over—
his presence each day—
she realizes
is no more.
TOBY!” she calls,
waiting… Hoping…
her voice echoing
down the empty halls.
…NOTHING.
Then something clicks—
She curls in tight,
sobbing,
clutching the sofa
like it might
keep her from slipping
beneath the weight
of this endless night.
She bites her lip
that won’t stop trembling—
biting hard enough
to hold back the scream
clawing up
from somewhere deep.
She calls again:
“Toby!”
“TOBY!?”
“TOOOOBBBYYYYY!?”
Her voice cracks—
but the bed stays still,
the floor doesn’t creak,
no paws patter,
no tags clink,
Just… stillness.
Except for her sobs,
shallow, breaking,
and the soft thud
of the tear-soaked journal
as it slips from her lap
and thuds to the floor.
I sit,
wondering
if I invited her—
if she knew
before I did.
I thought she came
to help me heal...
But I was wrong.
I’m lost
in the infinite absence.
Tears fall like rain—
a teal cascading waterfall


Once she walked in,
I could never forgive myself.
There’s no way
she could be tamed.
She DOESN'T leave.
She wanders the house clutching that notebook like a life line— refusing to let others see what turmoil’s inside her.

She DOESN'T sleep.
She looks out the window at the foggy night sky, sitting into her worn chair, oversized black pajamas hanging over her loose—tired form.  
She WATCHES me breathe—
and reminds me
he’ll NEVER breathe again.
It’s written in the lines—of the sofa.
—I also have to try to tame
“Lady Grief,”
as she still sits in that black sofa chair,
crying—
clutching onto that notebook,
adding a new weight.
That notebook she carries—
getting heavier by the day.
Adding to the loss
that took us both,
tearing us both apart.
Some days I don’t know
if it’s HER crying—
or me….
Our pain radiates together,
forever trapped in the ACHE.
Now I’m responsible
for taming her cries,
for erasing a line
each day,
for forgiving mistakes
that still
are confined
in my brain
and in hers like a cage.
But what if I DON'T want to HEAL?
What if healing MEANS forgetting?
I DON'T want to FORGET.
“Lady Grief” walked in—
Now we’re both here.
—I become responsible
to fight
for his remembrance,
for the day
“Lady Grief” walked in.
I just miss him
so incredibly much.
All I can do
is clutch—
onto the LOVE of him
that I have
ENGRAVED in my veins.
I have to fight to remember—
Forgetting means LOSING HIM TWICE.

I had JOINED HP on may 26th 2024!
Now EVERY SINGLE “may 26th”

I will send out an ”Anniversary” (if you will)
Of when I first joined that INCLUDES the names of my TOP 3 poems or writings in THAT year!

So you can go check them out again! And we can remember each year with the growing change in each poem, as I grow as an author, poet, and writer!

Thanks y’all for reading this!
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Love, your writer—
-- OW

I was born.
Everything was fine.
No complications.
No troubles.
But time grew long…
As I grew older.

Middle school came
So did the slaps on the shoulder,
The punches
The tripping
The cussing
The pain
The bleeding
The bruises
The swelling  
The shame

I didn’t stand up up myself
When I almost died
That very last day
In 7th grade.

Then an outlit appeared in 8 grade
Called .poetry”
Then I knew,
That I could tell
What I had experienced.
Now I share everything!
All poetry that Ive made,
It’s my new outlit—
A new-me re-born.

I can finally release
Everything that was so bottled up
While saying
“IVE HAD ENOUGH”

Writing became my life..
Look where I am now

I’m LITERALLY WRITING on HP
With over 100 VIEWERS
Who I HAVE found that want to help me
Who have boarded my boat
On the very bow
Had helped me rebuild my life
WHEN THOSE WHO HAD HURT ME
we’re STILL on the prowl

NOW
I have…
Over 550 POEMS
32 BOOKS
ALL different works IVE worked my ****
Off to make
To let of of
So people can SEE
Can HEAR
WHAT IVE BEEN-THROUGH
I Could HAVE DIED
that day
But poetry saved me

When no one else listened
YOU DID
Thank you
EVERYONE
As I continue
TO FIGHT

I’m CONSTANTLY
Struggling with chronic illnesses
Made up of trauma
And Mental and physical issues.

I STILL need support
Now..Im COULD NOT
Be happier to say..
I FOUND MY COMMUNITY
Welcome to…
MY HP PROFILE EVERYONE!

I had grown
from the blood—
grown
from that pain,
grown from those
who left me behind that day.
Yet when I grew,
covered in blood, sweat, and tears,
I didn’t realize how tainted I was—
with new fears,
new unimaginable pain,
new illness,
all said to be “framed.”
I grew—
yet they left me broken,
with more blood
that keeps clotting up.
Now my future is clotting—
with that blood,
that regret,
that pain,
that shame
of not speaking up
when I could have—
of leaving myself
with this new pain.
Even though I can’t go back,
this growth
has left me
permanently
changed.

Tumbling down my windows.
Outside—
Hazy fog
Overtakes the
Giant oak tree.
I curl up there
In my beanbag,
Looking out,
Tears streaming down my face
As I realize
That the fog and dew are like me.
They hide the good things,
Except the fog and dew don't last forever—
But what I see and experience do.
The little cardinal
Who sits on my small windowsill
Has now vanished
Into the dense fog.
Their sweet sound,
The gentle “coo,” no longer prevalent,
Leaving only my own thoughts,
My own breath,
And tears.
The fog so thick,
My window
No longer acts as a mirror.
I have so many fears—
They all come true.
I still fight.
Though I can’t stop the fog,
I light up my room
And place scents around.
I clean the dew
That trembles down my window
While I try not to fear,
As things do get better.
While I'm getting help,
I still struggle.
Each day and night, I fight
My body and mind.
But I'm here,
Pushing through,
Finding things to hold on to,
And slowly wipe away—
Like the fog and morning dew
That consume my life,
Just like my health does too.

I can’t keep thinking
When my head
Keeps on spinning.
It’s all too dizzying.
The demons are lurking,
The shadows that creep,
The pain that climbs up
From my feet.
They greet me
With blood—
Their hollowed stare,
Knowing I can’t stop them,
'Cause even fighting for breath
Is fighting through
Metallic, smoke-filled air.
The chest pain
That illuminates
Like a firework
Through my lungs—
No pain I have ever
Been able to tame.
My heart working overtime,
With only a slow whistle
Or gurgle bubbling out.
I don’t understand—and never have—
What brought this about.
Each pain
That ignites
Like fire
Is a missile
In waves.
My body doesn’t feel
Like mine anymore.
My body is giving up trying,
No matter how much
I try to fight it
Or be brave.
I can’t fight this—
This everyday pain,
The everyday night terrors,
The everyday hallucinations.
Blame.
All the headaches,
All the tics,
All the “seizures”
With no fix.
All the
Fidgeting,
The loss—
The game of life
Is taking me down.
You say I'm “not hurting,”
You say “there’s no way.”
You say that I'm faking it
For attention.
But you’re not in my body.
You don’t see what I see,
You don’t hear what I hear,
Or notice from my POV.
It’s not fair—
The way you spread my words
With new twists
That never even came to exist,
Like a discounted fare.
I’m stuck in the mud,
Stuck in the swamp,
Fighting my body,
My brain,
My thoughts.
I’m fighting
It all—
But I'm stuck
Far beyond.
Trapped in the murk
That’s held me for
Years.
That’s why it feels like it’s
Dragged on for so long.
I’m getting help now…
But…
Will it ever work?
The pulling and pushing,
The tearing and screams,
The crying,
The pain
That never recedes.
I know I can fight,
I know I'm strong.
I just… am falling apart
In a new world—
New tornados
Keep coming unfurled.

This is what i can only DESCRIBE as what I HEAR in the asylum..
….. this was a painful for me as it’s about bed time.. and it another night of HELL… (PLEASE SAVE ME)

Ear splitting
Shrieking
Gasping/ gulping for air
Engulfing
Echoing
Bloodcurdling
Pericing
Prettifying
Roaring
Howling
Anguished
Frantic
Strangled
Un-human
Ripping
Tearing
Throbbing
Jabbing
Ear splitting
Drowning
Whistling

I tried to get help
I communicated I was hurting
MULTIPLE TIMES

I had EPISODES
Right in front of your face
That doctors have diagnosed
BECAUSE MY BODY AND BRAIN
IS ACTUALLY shutting down

These are the words—
on all the paper work,
I have found.

“Attention seeker”

LIKE I WANT TO LIVE WITH THIS CRAP  
Then Im told to say
“Im fine” at home
Because there tired of hearing me “complain”
Im done..
I’m so done with this crap

I’m about ready to let my body take over..
If my body WANTS
To have tics..
Let that happen
I WONT subdue the seizures
I WONT hide my face
I WONT DENY THE FACT IM NOT OKAY

UNTIL I get the help I NEED
So
Everyone
IVE GIVEN UP
“stopping/ trying—“
To “control”
My body
I will let MY BODY
if it wants that
Cause Ive lost all control
I can’t stop it anyways…

IM NOT
Hurting myself
I DONT
want to die

But Ive given up trying it be “okay”

When I’m ACTUALLY dying on
The outside and inside.

They can SAY whatever the HELL they want
Doctors can say they can’t “find anything”
But I can’t keep “going”
The PATH Im ON right now
To “take control of myself”

When I HAVE NO CONTROL ANYMORE.

—4 months— (and counting)

of a period that has NEVER stopped once..

—4 months—

Of Severe pain that feels like my organs are being ripped out,
While being stabbed with a knife— right through my stomach.

—4 months—

Of being ignored saying “this pill should work” OR “this shot should do the trick”

—4 months—

OF bleeding COMPLETELY through the LARGEST ****** physically made in 10 MINUTES.
(That includes bleeding through pants/shorts, pad, AND underwear)

—4 months—

Of heating packs that smell of wet paint and blood

—4 months—
Of MIDOL that (at it’s highest dose— has failed)

—4 months—
OF STRAIGHT HELL
US WOMEN ARE TOLD WERE DRAMATIC
I HIDE THIS ALL DAY—EVERY DAY
ALL NIGHT-EVERY NIGHT
IM TOLD TO THE **** IT UP
AND BE A WOMEN

This has been my life for 4 STRAIGHT months
This period is a NEW level of HELL
I was told women-hood was
“Hard”
It was “a little painful”
But they didn’t say it would be
THIS.

WELCOME..
To my HELL counter..
I am counting on 4 straight months of a FULL period
NEVER stopping under ALL meds and ways possible

Its 4 months and COUNTING

Welcome to my journey

When will
HELL…
Be over….

When does the pain stop?
When will they know?
When will they realize?
They can’t cover up my pain—
“For show”  

I almost died.
I’m still dying,
STILL Now,
CONTINUED then.

Which was—
not-so-long-ago.

They said they could help—
But made it worse.

I’m being ignored,
Appointments are canceled,
Now I’m dying in my OWN blood,
Stuck in a body I didn’t ask for.
Drowning.
life right now—
Is a flood.

Seizures are constant,
Pain never ends.

I’ll never escape—

The hell,
My body and brain—

Has,
Trapped me in…

When.
Just. WHEN?

In The Asylum
——-—————

The white-brick walls
Stained red
with thick, scarlet-colored
blood
I— covered in my own blood
and caked in thick mud.

Brown mud—dripping
Engulfing,  
Down my black-ripped shorts
Pooling into the metal chains

Is this some sort of game!?
I don’t remember my name
—or ANY names
I stand against the wall
Left hand gripping—
the thin-white mattress cot
With blood and dirt stains
surrounding the corners of the grey “pillow”
Oh gosh…what else have I forgot?

cold steel—on purple, swollen ankles
I try to walk,
But metal tangles.
Leaving my leg strangled.

my wrists- chained.
turning my hands blue,
Each step I take—
I think I'm losing it,
more too.
Thinking this is why I’m here,
I’m crazy —Im one to fear.  

My room—unlocked.
I roam the halls,
Ear shrieking screams,
Bounce—echoing throughout the walls.  
Blood drips down from the wall, and floor.
even leaving a trace—
On my own “room” door.

The demons roam the halls
Fussing around
Making unrecognizable calls
Blood drips slowly from the weapons
Leaving trails on the floor
No one dares to talk about
Or mention
Why the mumble
In their own language
As ****** weapons
Stay at their sides

I have no one here
—at least-
none that I recognize
With the thick skin
And blood
Seeping into the mix
of wood and concrete floors
Not even the best cleaner could ever
Get this fixed

Each board
creaks under each bellowing scream
Each hole in the ground
Like a little craven
or each trembling step in the damp
No way out..
I used to have a map
But now it’s ******, wet,—
and smudged.

The voices in the cages
Are screaming to run
But I don’t budge..
I try to move
But my body—
Refuses.
Like I’m paralyzed
….I’m TERRIFFED

NO windows.
NO way out.
No way out fight back,
The demons are roaming about.

Gunfire—thunder,
All shakes with no mention.
Like an earthquake,
The room.
The tension.

The smell of must, blood, tears, and smoke—
Fill my lungs, eyes and nose.
I gag. as I try to stumble further,
Down the dim hallway.
JUST hoping that it’s less potent.

Each breath
Is war
From my own body
A growling-gurgle for air
That never comes.

Suffocating
With no escape
I’m locked in here
They sealed my fate

I have lost all control
I don’t have
Hope anymore
I thought I had a chance
But all life gives out is “lasts”
I think mine is..next…

I stand—
The middle of the
Dim-light steep hallway
The shrieking growing louder
As minutes pass

The demons
Mocking-laughing-mumbling
Twisting each bloodied weapon
In there black nails
Blood pooling faster
Like the noise from the “others”

SUDDENLY  
silence
The rooms only sound
Is the sharp jagged breathing
my own thoughts
Like “I’m grieving—
my own room,”  
The blood flowing from every crevasse
Every person—
ever hole in the floor,
known to be in this asylum
Plus the light clanking of metal
against bone and flesh.

I look around
Wondering why they stopped
The lights flicker
The chains seem to be piercing DEEPER
into my flesh
They keep calling me
“Keeper”
Cause I am forced
to come back.  

Lesions forming
From rusted metal
Creating gashes
The sizes of small
Rivers
That carve
Like a woodworker
Deep into my veins

If I move— blood starts to boil
under the rusted metal chains
—pain illuminating
Like a new lightbulb
In a cave  

They stare
With red-hollow eyes
Like fire
Not having moved an inch
In what feels like an hour
I blink
I start to cramp  
Tears drip down
My bruised-swollen face
But I don’t move

A slow smile begins
Slipping into each face
One after the other
****** teeth and gums reveal
As more blood
slides down there face

They slowly turn
—Looking at each other
Muttering, something…
I can only imagine.

The shuffle back together
Like soldiers taking orders
With one.
slow…deliberate…nod.
Weapons unveil their full selves
Crimson blood now pouring out of the floor, ceiling, walls,
Them, me– with cuts I NEVER knew existed.
SO. MUCH. BLOOD
it starts to flood the asylum
I run
BAD. MISTAKE.
They sprint after me
Weapons drawn
Blood to ankles now

Tumbling through corners
Like playing hide and seek tag
Jumping over rotting cots
Along with dead-open corpses
I can ONLY recognize
As my family

I sprint around sharp turns
Recognizing only the faces of the bodies
My mom..
My dad..
My brother..
My grandparents..
My uncles..aunts,..cousins..
They KNOW
They want  .ME. next
now—I’m pretty sure it is too late…

I still bolt down corridors
Prettified screaming
Enveloping each
Turn
Blood bleeding up to my knees
It’s like I’m trying to run a marathon
Through thick mud
After a rain storm

Soon— a dead end
I turn around
Gasping
At the building-bursting pressure
Lighting inside my ribs and chest like fireworks

Head pounding so loud
I debate if they can hear my thoughts
A glint of a knife rounds the corner,
All three
Dash to surround me
Knowing there’s NO. WAY. OUT.

I shutter for breath
As weapons are pressed against my kneck
With them shrieking knowing they have me
I slump to the ground
Knife plunging into my kneck
A little farther
now Blood tricking down

I soon realize
My hand is caught underneath me
The cracked and rotten frame
Im bending it  
I slowly inch my hand around the slivering gap
While I keep eye contact
With the hollow men
the boards are stuck together
With my last strength left
I shuffle to a stand
Knowing—that they know I can’t go back..
But I have found a way…
I tear The boards
I— go with it,
Crashing into the ground below
They stare down at me
Mouth—Agape
Then slam down to join me

I crawl to the blooded wall
That now covers
My upper chest
Even though
I’m doused in blood
The weapons pierce into my kneck,
My chest, and my head

I blink
Trying to clear
The blurry—thick
Crimson from my eyes
They speak to me
“Your not loved”
“Your useless”
“Your our toy”
“Your not alive”
“Your not human— so come join us”
“Your too much”
“Your too childish”
“Your to immature”
“Your an idiot”
they blabber
As I pain ignites deeper
Through each wound

They laugh
Then squabble together  
“COME SEE US AGAIN.
—WE WILL BE WAITING.
YOUR CONTROLLED NOW.
all lights known to the universe puncture
Through me as pain erupted like a volcano through my chest,heart, and head.


I WAKE UP

You know it's not worth it
I just keep on hurting
My body's tumbling
My hands be fumbling
Never stopping running
Pain
Shame
Fighting through it
Thinking My brains to blame
My body ain't ever been tamed
You know I'm drinking all of my thoughts
Keeping it
So bottled up
I know I'm not tough
And this is rough
But how do I keep pushing on
When all I've been doing
is collapsing
And you think I want this
Well
–YOUR WRONG

Tough
A poem.
—————

I can’t deal with anyone’s crap.
I got to much blood and boulders,
On my back.

Fighting back the past,
Never been able to relax.

I don’t know if anyone can tell,
—Or if anyone cares,
But I'm about to crack.

they creep up,
Bruises cover much.

Random hallucinations—
Severe pain.

No one's understanding,
—or listening.

My brain is in such a bad headache,
I feel like my insides are blistering.

Fidgeting.
Numbness.
Pain.
Fainting.

Brain making—
Random movements.
All a loss of control.

Appointments got canceled,
“WHY!!!— HOW MANY MORE!?”

When does someone call it-
“Enough!?”
  
I’m NOT….THIS tough.

Hello all,
I’m back :)
Im still really struggling— I loved vacation,
But as always things went wrong, but I did have time to work on a bunch of poems in my free time, they’ll arrive on here soon.

please be patient as I work through my health, my work, and trying to also balance family time.
I have a new poem i am ESPECIALLY excited for, but I won’t reveal yet..
thanks for supporting me so far, Im keeping you all waiting— so I apologize.
Love- Olivia :)
(Shout out to my cousin Abby HELLO,, :)..  Who has helped me —NOT ONLY, work through writers block on vacation, BUT also is a new follower/supporter). (Love you Abby!!!)

Thursday-July 3rd- 2:53-passed away-

I'll always love you--
even though your gone,
I love you to infinity and beyond.
🐕🐶❤️😢

Good afternoon, fellow poets.
I have updates on my new story- “The Sea Blazer”

1st story release- end of July.
2nd story release- end of August.
3rd-and final story release- end of September.

1st story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of Night Jaw.”

2nd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of the gods.”

3rd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the secret of Treasure Cove.”

That’s all for the update! Thanks y’all for your support!
-Olivia :)

Hit the breaks, no room for mistakes,
feeling like the world's about to quake.
Caught between the choices I've made,
lost in stormy weather on an abandoned lake.

No directions— no clear route to take,
so many choices — afraid which to make.

I am igniting fire--flame.
You tried to test me,
Causing pain.
It is you--who I blame

Hello all poets-writers-readers-etc!!

I have been working on my new short story- “The
Sea Blazer”
I have edited it a lot- created chapters etc.. I WILL be deleting the old story. ADDING ONLY the NEW intro and working to keep up with updates on when the official story is out!
Thanks y’all for supporting me so far—keep checking in for updates-
Love y’all-
Olivia :)

“Sea Blazer”
——————-
They say the sea sinks whoever crosses the waters. But the Sea Blazer? Too bright—too strong—too loved—to sink.
A ship of courage born from the heart of the sea. Not even cannons can sink the Sea Blazer.
Even so—we haven’t seen the Night Jaw in a year. We still keep a lookout as we know there’s always lurking in the night. Wake swears he saw its black sail in the fog last moon. Zen says the Night Jaw isn’t a ship. It’s a “grave with teeth.”
If it ever catches us… the Sea Blazer is strong enough—WE are strong enough.
Sea salt runs in my veins—
From every scar,
Every ****,
Etched into my skin
Like pencil to paper
On a map.
They left me on the docks. Blood dripping from gashes in my body, a broken compass in my hand—rusted, worn from years of use.
The sea took me in—not kindly—but I keep fighting to be free.
I don’t sail the seas alone. Seventeen crewmates call the Sea Blazer home. Each one knows the rhythm of the waves, the boards of the ship, the soul of the sails, and the path of each shore—by heart.
Each one—family. Broken, battered, but loved.
As their captain, I treat them with the respect of sons and daughters. We all have one mission—to find the Night Jaw, **** its crew, and retrieve the Blaze Stone from the Night Jaw’s crew.
The Sea Blazer doesn’t look for treasure, doesn’t sail to ****; it’s after completing this mission. The Blaze Stone—I was attacked in my hometown, left to die by the docks—still with my compass. But they stole the Blaze Stone from my locket and sailed away after torturing my friends—now my crew.
The gem holds the power to control all bodies of water, including the “Ember Sea,” the sea attached to my home. Without the gem, those who travel, live, and enjoy the seas are not safe from the waves, tide, and whirlpools.
Night Jaw’s crew controls the Blaze Stone, raining havoc on all seas—making it impossible to sail, get resources, or live life without fear of flooding from the sea.
To get the Blaze Stone, we need to **** the captors and crew of Night Jaw, retrieve the gem’s orders to protect the seas, and get revenge for the pain of me and my friends.
THIS is OUR mission aboard the Sea Blazer.
On board to complete this mission and secure our waters is…—
Rynn — First Mate
Mack — Anchor Mate
June — Navigator
James — Helmsman
Acker — Gunner
Fate — Lookout
Penny — Quartermaster
Steven — Carpenter
Ollie — Gunner’s Mate
Ivy — Sailmaster
Trick — Ship’s Jester
Calvin — Medic
Veronica — Secret Keeper
Hannah — Deckhand
Wake — Quarterdeck Guard
Quinn — Sail Rigger
Zen — Ship’s Ghost / Survivalist
Olivia (me) — Captain
The ship—A loyal sailor of the seas.
Wooden boards rest solid under our thick leather boots, worn by storms, sweat, and our blood.
Red-orange-yellow sails flail in the soft wind, like flames licking the teal sky.
Each creak—a whispered warning. Broken promises that echo through the worn wood, painful reminders that hum beneath our sturdy, solid deck.
It’s a blazing day to be on the Sea Blazer—to run this ship till my last breath.
My hands—scarred, blistered, pale—but steady—hold the wheel like my life depends on it.
—END OF INTRO— MORE COMING SOON!!!—

Your scars,
Deep rivers,
Etched with veins and blood.

Your storm,
A raging fire on your ship,
Screams hidden
Beneath the fiery roar.

It's YOUR fire,
A smoldering core
Of you—
Born from your heart,
Soul,
Experiences,
People you meet.

It's your flame,
A fierce flame,
Licking at your weaknesses,
Boarding your ship
And burning it—
Not giving up the fight.

You're not broken,
Only shaped by your fire—
So is your boat.

You're reborn,
Shaped like molten metal
Through your wildest flame.

Your story is never "soft"—
It's your sword,
Carved from
New-found courage,
Love,
Hate, and strength
After each rebuild.

We all break,
But then we bloom,
Like dandelions
Bursting through
Cracked concrete—
They stay alive no matter
How many times they get crushed.

You can rise
From blood—
The crimson ink
Is now your story.
You shed
It all
As your power
Of writing.

The sky will
Turn blue,
Washing away
Raging waves
Who roar
Like the largest lion.

Cotton ball clouds
Will patch your wounds,
Gently soothing
Your battered heart—
Shattered boat.

We'll all come together,
Helping to build
Your sails back up,
From frayed, worn threads,
Repairing the wooden boards
With boards
Like bones,
Holding strength inside.

Your storm is beautiful,
Just like you.

It's your storm—
We'll be here --always--
To help you fight through.

Poems DON’T bloom—
They rupture.
They ignite,
Like a fire in your soul,
Waiting to explode,
Like gasoline in a burning room.

Poems
Are those
Who land deeper than the largest crevasse—
Those that leave you glaring,
Wide—unblinking eyes.

Waiting for the next punch
To your heart,
Like music crashing into your body
When you have the volume too loud.

Poems are meant to claw,
To rip,
Open your ribcage,
To smear
Your blood—pain—EVERYTHING
In front of you,
To show you it’s okay
For ALL to exist;
To trick
Your heart
To love,
Hate,
To turn fear
Into fate.

There are supposed to drip blood
In words that were NEVER meant to be said.

Every line,
Something I couldn’t bellow,
So I sharpened
My words like a knife,
Till my words bled
Blood—
I could never give back.

I LIVE for blood,
I LIVE for pain.
I LIVE for the world to not
Care
What it’s left for me,
What the world’s done to let me decay.

Each verse of silence,
Each verse of pain,
Each verse of anger,
Of shame,
Or hate,
Of love,
IS YEARS
OF SWALLOWING
MY OWN BLOOD.

YEARS.
OF HATING MYSELF.
YEARS.
OF NOT TRUSTING ANYONE
Who said…
“I’m here,”
“I’ll listen,”
“I’ll help.”

LET THAT BURN.

YEARS.
OF PAIN.
YEARS.
OF SHAME,
FOR WHAT THEY DID,
FOR HOW THE WORLD
TAUGHT ME WRONG.

You call my poems BRAVE!?
…THEIR SURVIVAL.
THEIR BLOOD.
I WAS NEVER
ABLE TO PUT BACK
IN MY BODY.

Poems are my baggage;
Each weighs—
A ton.

What is a poem?
A POEM?
It’s the moment before you scream,
When you realize you can’t say
What’s digging into your mind.
It’s rhyming stanzas
Disguised as hatred.
It’s love
Dressed as rhythm.
It’s pain
Hidden
As syllables,
Each word—my teeth.

Poems are MEANT
To be messy,
MEANT
To be ugly,
MEANT
TO LIVE—

Even when others
Think they shouldn’t have ever
Lived that long,
When you’re told to leave it in your head.

You want a Poem?
SIT in my blood.
I’LL sit in yours.
I’ll comfort you,
If you do the same.
I’ll be there in your brightness,
And in your darkness,
With the faint glow of the candle
To illuminate
Your shattered
Ship.

Writing is a freedom;
It’s everything
Anyone could need.

A poem doesn’t need to be perfect—
…just…let it be you.

THAT’S what a poem is MEANT
To do.

Day turns to night
The faint yellow glow
of the streetlamp
Illuminates the-now deserted
Roadway

A quiet hum of birds
Are the only thing filling
The silenced city

The sun now sinks low
Dusk to midnight
All goes mute
The flicker of
house lights
Are only visible
In the soft mist

all goes to sleep
In bed- without a peep

Day to night
Dusk to midnight
Midnight to day
The cycle continues
Waiting to repeat
Another day

I tried to follow the map,
It was a trap.
It soon vanished,
I have a clue.

If it’s who I think it is.
They’re coming back soon.  

Each winding turn,
Every breath burned.
Each demon,

The blood,
Visions.
All flooding.
My brain.

Each turn.
A major mistake.
I wish I could fix,
My head.
I can’t even go to bed.

The hallucinations,
Each time.
My brain is tricking me,
I know it’s true.

How long can I last?
Before I collapse?

There after me,
All day,
Every day,
Im never free.

Struggling-
They silence me,
With words.
Claiming Im trouble,
Claiming I’ll never be enough,
Claiming Im not tough enough.

They stole me map,
A bit ago,
Like a had suspected before.
Im losing my way,
The path,
No longer paved.
The road signs,
Lost in mist.
They programmed,
In place.
Like they ceased to exist.

For now— to stay alive,
I obey.
If I don’t,
They’ll surely come back,
Another day,  
To make sure I decay.

Sad-sunken eyes,
Large tumor,
Growing fast.
Who knows?
How long he has.

Bulges and bumps,
Along his body.
Cant even sit,
Or stand properly.

I love you Toby,
To infinity and beyond.
You probably only have,
around a week left.
But still—
Stay strong.

Hope washes in—
On my new boat.

Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.

Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.

This spiral im in,
Each wave that comes,
I just need to wait
For the meds—
To make me numb.

Blood is red,
Roses are dying,
Everything hurts.

Pain amping up,
So now—
I’m sitting here,
Crying.

So many wounds— open scars,
Why didn’t I stand up for myself?
—have them put behind bars?

I'll never surrender,
Not a pretender,
Just a fighter.

Not chasing demons,
They chase me.
I'll keep on fighting.

Day or night,
I fight.

Give me
The step-by-step;
I am losing it.
Roads a blur,
Lanes pitch black.
I chase each road,
Not ever sure
Where it’ll go.

Reaching an end
With trembling hands,
Who knows where
Life will let me land?
The signs
I knew
Now fading within mist.

Do my dreams even exist?
My compass won’t spin.
I need a change in steps.
My life is still running
On no maps.

-ender rhyme:
Surrender, tender, blender, defender, pretender, sender, lender, mender, offender, contender, fender, spender, ender, extender, gender, render, recommender, suspender, transponder, vendor, slender, ******, co-defender.

-at rhyme:
Cat, hat, bat, rat, sat, flat, mat, that, chat, pat, spat, gnat, brat, fat, splat, combat, format, acrobat, diplomat.

-eep rhyme:
Deep, sleep, keep, creep, beep, leap, peep, steep, weep, sheep, cheap, sweep, reap, heap, jeep, asleep, upkeep, oversleep.

-ake rhyme:
Lake, make, take, fake, bake, wake, snake, break, stake, quake, ache, cake, shake, remake, mistake, heartbreak, forsake.

-ight rhyme:
Light, night, sight, might, tight, right, flight, bright, height, kite, write, bite, delight, insight, excite, ignite, recite, rewrite, polite.

-ell rhyme:
Bell, well, tell, fell, sell, smell, shell, spell, yell, dwell, excel, compel, repel, dispel, cartel, farewell.

-own rhyme:
Down, crown, town, frown, brown, gown, noun, clown, renown, drown, shakedown, breakdown, showdown.

-ore rhyme:
More, store, floor, core, door, sore, lore, before, explore, restore, implore, adore, encore, galore, offshore.

-ay rhyme:
Day, say, way, may, play, stay, gray, spray, clay, bay, delay, display, obey, okay, array, hooray, stray, dismay.

-ing rhyme:
Sing, bring, ring, king, wing, thing, string, swing, cling, fling, bling, spring, zing, everything, anything, nothing.

-and rhyme:
Hand, sand, land, band, stand, grand, brand, expand, command, understand, reprimand, demand.

-eed rhyme:
Need, feed, seed, greed, speed, read, lead, deed, bleed, proceed, succeed, agreed, mislead, indeed.

-ime rhyme:
Time, rhyme, crime, prime, climb, chime, dime, slime, sublime, overtime, meantime.

-ear rhyme:
Dear, near, clear, fear, tear, year, cheer, appear, revere, sincere, pioneer, interfere.

-own rhyme:
Crown, town, down, brown, frown, gown, noun, clown, renown, drown, pronoun.

-air rhyme:
Fair, care, dare, share, bear, wear, stair, pair, glare, rare, spare, repair, aware, declare, affair.

-ide rhyme:
Ride, side, tide, wide, pride, glide, hide, slide, inside, outside, collide, divide, abide.

-ool rhyme:
Cool, pool, school, rule, tool, stool, fuel, jewel, drool, ghoul, fool, duel.

-ite rhyme:
Fight, light, right, tight, night, sight, flight, might, white, kite, rewrite, delight.

-all rhyme:
Ball, call, fall, hall, mall, tall, wall, stall, small, install, recall.

-ock rhyme:
Rock, sock, clock, block, knock, mock, shock, dock, flock, unlock, stock.

-ay rhyme (continued):
Fray, delay, relay, essay, repay, midway, subway, ballet, buffet, okay, hooray.

-ush rhyme:
Rush, hush, crush, blush, flush, brush, plush, slush, thrush, gush.

-an rhyme:
Man, pan, fan, tan, plan, scan, clan, began, ran, can, van, span, woman.

-ent rhyme:
Sent, bent, rent, tent, meant, spent, invent, relent, ascent, dissent, percent.

-old rhyme:
Cold, bold, hold, gold, fold, mold, told, sold, rolled, behold, uncontrolled.

ain rhyme:
Rain, pain, gain, train, brain, main, chain, plain, strain, remain, explain, domain, refrain, sustain, complain, attain.

-uck rhyme:
Luck, stuck, truck, duck, muck, pluck, yuck, cluck, struck, tuck, shuck, ****, conduct, construct.

-ash rhyme:
Cash, dash, flash, trash, clash, rash, smash, splash, ****, stash, backlash, rehash.

-ent rhyme:
Lent, bent, sent, rent, tent, meant, spent, cement, relent, event, prevent, dissent.

-est rhyme:
Best, rest, test, nest, west, chest, guest, quest, invest, suggest, attest, contest.

-ick rhyme:
Stick, pick, kick, lick, quick, thick, brick, slick, trick, chick, click, flick, mystic, arithmetic.

-ame rhyme:
Name, game, same, flame, fame, shame, blame, frame, claim, exclaim, became, inflame.

-oon rhyme:
Moon, spoon, soon, tune, balloon, cartoon, cocoon, raccoon, monsoon, harpoon.

-ump rhyme:
Jump, bump, lump, pump, stump, dump, clump, thump, trump, jumpstart.

-ite rhyme (new words):
Bite, site, spite, excite, contrite, incite, unite, invite, finite, rewrite, oversight.

-ean rhyme:
Mean, bean, clean, lean, teen, queen, keen, green, screen, unseen, machine, routine, serene.

-oy rhyme:
Boy, toy, joy, coy, ploy, employ, destroy, enjoy, decoy, alloy.

-ob rhyme:
Job, sob, blob, rob, mob, fob, throb, ****, snob, hobnob.

-ug rhyme:
Bug, rug, hug, mug, tug, snug, plug, drug, shrug, unplug, smug.

-edge rhyme:
Hedge, edge, wedge, dredge, pledge, allege, fledge, knowledge (slant rhyme), sledge.

-ear rhyme (new batch):
Year, ear, clear, spear, sear, smear, appear, engineer, frontier, revere, volunteer.

-ap rhyme:
Map, nap, cap, gap, tap, sap, clap, trap, lap, slap, wrap, mishap.

-ow rhyme:
Now, how, cow, brow, plow, vow, allow, somehow, endow, avow, disallow.

-ean rhyme (continued):
Scene, marine, cuisine, caffeine, vaccine, obscene, unseen, intervene, tambourine.

You can’t just say that…
It’s not how it works.

I am speaking my,
Pain out loud.
So I can get the help I need,
So someone can lead—
Me down the right path.

This is how you talk though.
When I needed help,
All your lies,
“Its a disguise”
“You just want attention”
NO ITS NOT!
It’s REAL!
it HAPPENS!
I’m HURTING!
PLEASE LISTEN!!!

And DONT say these things..
This is what I’ve been told.
DONT make these mistakes,
When someone shares,
The pain,
That life has caused to unfold.

I meet a new part of myself
Everyday

I meet a bigger heart
Taking care of those
Even when we’re apart

A smarter brain—
A stronger mind
Who I gain ability’s to tame
Throughout experiences

More powerful body
I grow stronger
To become a new
“Somebody”

Each day
I meet a new part of me
It grows beyond
My own imagination

Sprouting seeds
I learn to take care
of my own needs
I’m starting to finally form
A new me

To wrestle the storm
That used to take control
Over my body
Mind
Heart
And soul

Long nights
roads are steep
I still fight
Even when I sleep

Even though pain hurts and I groan
I keep fighting
Never standing alone

I keep falling
But I still stand
No matter how rocky things get
On any type of land

Any type of hope
In any place
I still try to keep
A smile on my face

No matter how tough the trail gets
I still try
My very best

Waking up,
Is your freedom.
Waking up.
Is your heart.
Waking up,
Is your life.
Keep fighting—
No matter what.
Cause your a star.

One breath,
At a time.
One memory,
At a time.
One word,
At a time.
That all I need—
To keep going.
I just need to try,
For one at a time.
Till I can love myself,
Not leaving myself behind.

One petal left—
But the rose doesn’t cry.
On petal left—
Yet the rose still try’s.
One petal left—
But color still radiates.
Hope is what powers,
The rose,  
No matter the fate.

The boat
It stays true
—Stays afloat

The long wooden frame
Not daring to break
Not afraid
—completely tame

Neat sails
Holding strong
Soft-velvet
No sign of betrayal

The boat holds many
But keeps to its word
To protect all who boards
No matter where they come from

The boat pushes through any storm
Sings all the songs
This new boat
Free from its dock
Staying strong

A symbol of hope
Is
The
Boat

The sun bleeds through
The vein-filled leaves.
The wind picks up—
A soft-loving breeze.

The wind knows
And brushes my hair away,

So I can gaze
At the soft
Flowers in the deep,
Crevassed valley

On this bright summer day.

Bottled up feelings  
In the ocean tide
A little bottle
Riding the oceans
Falls and rises
It’s motions—
Rapid and fierce
Like a lion on the loose
The wave makes moves
Prieces like a knife
In the raging waves
Bottled up inside my Brain
Is all there hang onto everything that hurts
Till the waves knock me out
And I collapseright-then-and-there
Everything is all bottled up
Forever and always
Stuck in that little glass bottle
Stuck in those waves
I'll always be stuck
Left to decay--
In my own world
When I was betrayed

To: my younger self.
From: 2025 self.
…………………….
Stay strong
People will try to hurt you

DON’T stop reporting them
They NEED to learn there lesson
DON’T go to picture day
They WILL take advantage of you

Love yourself
NO MATTER WHAT

Trust your parents
They will ALWAYS be there for you

DONT EVER take no for an answer

DONT believe the “security camera” lie

KEEP writing
And NEVER stop
(You’ll be famous 1 day)

Speak up about your health issues
(You’ll finally get the help you need
EARLIER ON!!!)

Be a child for AS LONG AS POSSIBLE
you WILL lose that eventually

KEEP listening to music
It WILL be your free time
AND your way out of bad situations

DONT listen to
The principal and counselor there
They lie and are hurting you
Even IF you can’t notice in now

be WHOEVER you want to be
DONT let anyone stop you

Smile as much as you WANT to
you don’t need to pretend

Love the color yellow
It will become the color
And symbol of freedom

Come “out” in the pride community
DONT hide it!!!

Speak up when you talk
Let people hear you

Take self care days
You deserve it :).

Lose your friends
(Except for Steph)
They ALL will side with the “others”
And hurt you on “THAT day”

Feel free to cry
Letting it all out
Won’t hurt you

Go outside more
You will LOVE it

Spend more time with Toby
He WONT have long left

BE YOURSELF
LOVE YOURSELF
YOU GOT THIS
YOU ARE STRONG
YOU ARE LOVED
YOU ARE AWESOME
YOU ARE PERFECT—
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE. :)

IM DONE
—————-
I’m tired to trusting people,
Who never ran the mile.
Trusting someone,
I had known was sketchy,
Has never been worthwhile.

Im tired,
Of giving someone something,
For them to never return it back.
I’m tired of them walking all over me,
Like a door mat.

I’m tired of people,
taking advantage of my kindness,
And using it to turn me,
Against the people I love.

I’m tired— SICK AND TIRED,
OF THEM RUINING MY LIFE.
I AM STRONGER THAN THAT.
IM CHANGING,
SO I CAN BE HAPPY,
AGAIN.

All those times,
You ran over my kindness.

All those times,
You took advantage of the chances.
I gave.

All those times,
you said you were there for me,
But then YOU LEFT.

YOU LEFT—when I needed you.

YOU LEFT—hurting me more.

All of your lying…
IM DONE!
IM FINALLY—
DONE!

The suns first color is yellow.
Her favorite for sure.
She has others though.
A collection of more.
Oranges bleed to pinks,
Purples seep into red.

Dawn and dusk.
Her best times of day.
No matter the weather,
She always comes back,
She always try’s to stay.
When the sun comes out,
All worry’s wash away,
And brightness,
Fills,
The—once,
Cloudy day.

White brick,
Metal chains.
Locked In,
So afraid.

Metal clinking,
against concrete.
No escape.
Locked in,
It’s fate.

A small cot,
Made of wood.
In the corner,
White concrete floor,
I shuffle my feet,
Towards the door.

I gave up screaming,
long ago.
I gave up because—
No one could hear me,
Yell.
So now I sink low—
To the concrete,
And look out,
But all I see,
Is more white walls,
So know I doubt myself.

The metal chain,
Weighing me down,
Like a brick.

A chain of—
Regret.
Shame.
Pain.
Sadness.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Anger.

I’m stuck in this,
walled concrete cell.
With thick metal-
Bars
Metal chains,
Weighing me down,
Forming deep scars.
From those already there.

This room,
I’m trapped.
It has always lasted,
I’m stuck here,
Always tested.

I hope one day.
I’ll break the chains.
But Im still stuck,
Attached to this wall,
In this cage,
In this room,
Debating if I can ever change.

They warned me,
Life was unforgivable.

They warned me,
Life hurts.

They warned me,
I shouldn’t expect perfection.

They warned me,
I have to be stronger,
Than others actions or words.

They warned,
and warned me some more,
Everyday.
THAT day i decayed,
In silence.

I NEVER expected,
the world could hurt,
As much as I was told.
Those warnings,
Are so much more.
My limits were tested,
Far out of the shore.  

It’s most Important to head,
Warnings when they come.
Now Im on the run,
From life’s worst nightmares,
That send boulders,
tumbling down my path.

Im forever lost in regret,
Low self esteem,
Health conditions,
cluelessness,
Mixed with dreams.

I hope one day,
I’ll be someone great,
But Im lost for-now.

Even though,
They warned me,
Life would hurt.

I didn’t follow,
What they warned me.

Begin with a question no one wants answered.
Write as if gravity stopped working for one day.
Describe a home you’ve never lived in but still miss.
Begin in the middle of an argument and don’t explain it.
Write from the perspective of a falling star.
Describe love using only mechanical imagery.
Begin with the line “Everyone disappeared at once.”
Imagine you are the last memory someone will ever have.
Write a poem using only instructions (e.g., “step one…”).
Describe what lives between seconds.
Write as if the earth is writing a diary.
Imagine the scent of grief and describe it.
Begin with “This is the part I never talk about…”
Write from the perspective of something melting.
Describe what hides in silence.
Imagine you woke up in someone else’s past.
Write about a map with no destination.
Begin with a riddle and unravel it as a poem.
Write a poem as if your body could talk.
Describe a fear that grows roots.
Write as if you're trapped in a moment forever.
Begin with a sound that doesn’t exist.
Write about a name you’ve forgotten but feel deeply.
Describe betrayal without using words of anger.
Imagine your dreams were someone else’s reality.
Write from the perspective of a message in a bottle.
Begin with “They warned me, but…”
Describe what remains after joy leaves.
Imagine your voice got lost — where did it go?
Write a poem about the space between letters.
Describe a day that repeats endlessly.
Write as if you’re becoming someone else mid-sentence.
Begin with an echo that won't stop.
Describe the sound of forgetting.
Write from the point of view of a shadow left behind.
Imagine a clock that runs on emotion instead of time.
Begin with “The sky cracked open…”
Write about a song that only you can hear.
Describe a truth you found by accident.
Write a poem as if the seasons refused to change.
Imagine color could bleed — what would it stain?
Begin with “I borrowed this from a stranger…”
Write from the perspective of the wind carrying news.
Describe the weight of silence between two people.
Write a poem in the form of a confession to nature.
Imagine a street that leads to nowhere — and stays there.
Begin with a warning etched in glass.
Describe a memory that never belonged to you.
Write about an emotion that escaped its name.
Begin with “This place doesn’t forgive easily…”
Describe a sky that reflects your regrets.
Imagine your breath could leave messages.
Write a poem about a scar that speaks.
Begin with a lullaby that disturbs instead of comforts.
Write from the perspective of the first lie ever told.
Describe a garden that grows only at night.
Imagine snow that burns instead of cools.
Begin with “The truth wore a disguise…”
Write about a language made only of touch.
Describe a poem that writes itself when you sleep.
Write as if light were a person chasing you.
Begin in the middle of someone else’s dream.
Write about something that disappears when named.
Imagine you can hear the thoughts of objects.
Begin with a knock that comes from inside you.
Write from the voice of something artificial discovering beauty.
Describe a season that doesn’t exist.
Imagine you're made of glass — what cracks first?
Begin with “It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
Write a poem shaped like a question mark — metaphorically.
Describe an echo that lies.
Write as if you’re searching for a missing feeling.
Begin with the sentence “I never saw their face.”
Describe the morning after everything changed.
Write from the perspective of a candle remembering fire.
Imagine a world where people wear their memories.
Begin with the words “Some things refuse to be buried…”
Describe grief as if it were a house.
Write as if a storm wrote you a letter.
Imagine your spine holds stories — tell one.
Begin with a whisper no one hears but you.
Write about a promise that changed shape.
Describe joy as a place you can visit.
Imagine your name was a password to another life.
Write from the perspective of forgotten laughter.
Begin with a voice that doesn’t match the speaker.
Write a poem that feels like an unfinished sentence.
Describe the last word spoken by a dying star.
Imagine time collapses into one single second — describe it.
Write a poem about the smell of memory.
Begin with “I waited too long to…”
Write from the perspective of a heartbeat outside the body.
Describe a moment that never began but still ended.
Imagine you can only speak in colors — write the conversation.
Write a poem where gravity slowly fades away.
Begin with the phrase “This is where I disappear.”
Describe a thunderstorm as a character.
Write as if each word is a footstep away from truth.
Imagine a poem told through broken mirrors.
Begin with “I met myself yesterday…”

I fight the nightmares,
Each night.
Sleep comes and goes,
Like a streetlight.

Writing is my true escape,
Once a lightbulb goes off,
I chase these thoughts in my head,
When I can't seem,
to go to bed.

Late nights,
Faint yellow glow,
Of my nightlight,
On my little wooden table.  
Soft Grey pj's,
Seeming to sink,
In my weight.
All these thoughts,
They link,
Making these poems,
Late at night,
I have no fright.

For--
Once I write,
I feel free.
Finally light enough,
To breath.

Finally free enough,
To fly.
Not scared.
Not anxious.
Not sad.
Not mad.
All things let loose.

the faint glow,
Turns dark.
The noise,
Slows.
And sleep comes,
And then it repeats,
As night turns to day,
sleep goes.