Whispered Words

Creative writing is a passion of mine that I want to get back into doing. Writing poems and short stories i'll post what i can here. I hope you all enjoy, thank you for reading~!

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Sometimes I like to think I could be a motivational speaker. But I’ll settle with online rambles I think, maybe one day I’ll be what that little wish dreams of.

(Warning, long read)

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Another page done for my children's book.

Woo~

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Page from my Children's Poem book.

*nervous sweat*

I know there are mistakes, please don't point them out ;; this is just a rough draft!

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When this ice melts, will you be there when I fall?

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Come now child. Lay you head down. For I shall protect you. From all the monsters around. Plush and cuddly you hug me tight. We hide under the blanket to keep out of sight. Whats that! A clatter in the dark! It's okay child. I am here to protect you form the monster in the dark! Keep close to me, it's okay. Close your eyes. I'll keep watch for you. Nothing will harm you. Those things that go bump in the night. I wont let them scare you. No... Now hush. And have sweet dreams tonight.

"Teddy Bear Guardian"

-Alex Moriarty

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Oh New Year, oh New Year.

What will you bring me?

Who will I become when the fresh start arrives?

Will I become stronger? Wiser?

Or will I continue to crumble further.

Oh New Year, Oh New Year.

Please bring me joy and bliss.

I miss the laughs I had everyday.

I don't want to forget what Happiness is.

May someone hold onto me and never let go.

For I fear when left alone, that I will fall into this darkness that consumes me.

Oh New Year, Oh New Year.

Will I overcome this darkness?

Gain the strength to walk away completely?

Leave that tearful past behind me?

Oh New Year, Oh New Year.

I'm scared what you will bring.

I'm scared to see who I will end up to be.

I change with each passing year and slowly realize that I'm only loosing myself along the way.

Will I be me at the end of this New Year?

Will I end up as a boy? A girl?

A human with a mind at peace?

Oh New Year, Oh New year.

I hope this one is better then the last.

I hope to find love and forget my past.

Holding on is so hard when it comes to things I love.

Yet letting go of those that hurt me is not that easy yet.

Oh New Year I make a silent wish and hope for it to come true.

Oh New Year don't let me become the very thing I hate, let me not embrace the thing they frightens me at night,

Let me not become like...him.

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My heart skips a beat when you speak.

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Two trees stand side by side One tree older And though the trees appearance may differ The elder a strong, sharp, pine, the younger a soft, gentle willow tree. Together they stand side by side Both bending in the wind Breathing the same air and provide shelter for their kin. But one day a branch from the willow was removed. Cut off, torn from his rightful home and was laid along the pine trees strongest branches. That branch, once joined many, humming with the wind and doing no harm to others. Now removed from its home, it’s leaves start to dry up. Turning brittle, growing weak...the branch knew there could be no way of returning home now. Tainted bark leaves marked with sickness. It remains where it’s held... Wondering silently to its self if there were a place for it within this pine. Though different, it still needs similar things to survive. Could the branch be mended? It lays and waits. While watching it’s former family, friends, life. Wither away...

"Two Trees" -Alex Moriarty

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Warm and cozy up by the window. Wrapped in the blanket I watch as the sky cries. I use to think raindrops were angel tears. It’s still a thought that enters my mind from time to time. Rain is such a wonderful thing when it’s on those days when you just need to...calm down. Grab your blanket, a hot coco and even your laptop if you want. Curl up by the window and watch raindrops trickle down the glass in front of you. Watching the drops fall you see it as a race...who will reach the bottom and win? Listening to the rain falling and wind whispering it takes your mind away and to a whole new place.

"Rain drop Race" -Alex Moriarty

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Little glasses. Perched at the bridge of your nose. Slightly crooked but help you see the world. You little dork, so cute and funny. Your eyes leave me in wonder as to what you're thinking.

"My little Dork" -Alex Moriarty

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"That smile, I know it all to well. You did something didn't you? Don't lie you silly I know you did something...! Now spill!" .... What sweet laughter as I tell her about my day. How the bus was late, got stuck waiting in the cold. Showed up to school got a detention, teacher yelled at me for not paying attention! Slept through lunch didn't get to eat. Stomachs is tearing its self apart! After school I helped a girl pick up her books. Her boyfriend came over and almost toss me around. Oh baby it was quite a day! My car ran out of gas. Had to call for a tow. Running low on cash couldn't afford to fix it. Had to call dad and ask him for forgiveness. She asks why I was smiling "It sounds like you had a horrible day." Well my dear. Despite all that happened I had one good thing happen to me. "What's that?" I got to listen to my heart scream when I saw your beautiful face. Wrap my arms around you and hold on tight. A sweet kiss and a soft hello. Baby you turned my whole day around.

"Only you" -Alex Moriarty

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Alone. I’m terrified of it and yet like it at the same time. The fear of being alone for a long time hits me right in the heart but being alone from time to time is nice. When alone on my own term. When I take my laptop upstairs and hide in my room. It’s nice to do that. To have time to yourself to watch a movie or a munch of silly online videos. When it’s on your own term to be alone, it isn’t always that bad. But we all fear the future of being alone. The thought of waking up one day and everyone has packed up and left you. A pain so strong it’s hard to shake and sticks around for days on end. We’re social creatures, needing the company of others without it we feel left out, worthless and question our own existence. The loneliness that we can not easily fight off but need a friend to swoop in and take out hand. To pull us out of our the darkness and into a brighter more comforting place. Where the loneliness will fade and a heart, once empty and broken. Is repaired. So when others pull back, grow quiet, don’t want to hang out. Slowly try to bring them out of that turtle shell they hide within. That person can’t always make the first move. Don’t expect them to. You can’t always sit back and let them do their own thing, give them a little time then reach in to help them. Let that small bit of time calm that persons thoughts and sort things out. A hug can change a person’s world. Clear a storm. Lift a heart Cause tears that will gently be wiped away.

"A lonely hug" -Alex Moriarty

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I enjoy long bus rides. Listening to music and watching the city surroundings pass by. But one of my favorite things about bus rides is losing myself in a more peaceful thought. On a rainy day I watch as each rain drop splatters against the window like a bug caught on a highway. The bus rides you catch late at night, sitting in the back only two lights on in the bus. A calming dim light, not those bright ones that blind you when caught off guard every time the bus stops to let someone off. No, these lights are special. Providing just enough light that you can look around yet keep the bus dark enough to let you see out the window without your reflection blocking the way. During winter...The warmth of the bus is a great embrace. To go form waiting in the cold, slowly but surely turning into a snow man. To stepping into the bus, brushing off the snow and curling up in the seat by the heater to warm your numb toes.

"Bus Ride" -Alex Moriarty

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Feel free to shoot me ideas for Poems.

I welcome a challenge! :D

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Quiet, keeps to herself, hidden behind a sweaters hood. Music blasting high, she drowns the world out. People think she’s being rude. Ignoring conversations, avoiding eye contact. Little do they know that she’s fighting a war. Depression vs her happiness and right now the darker side is winning. Her music isn’t loud just to drown out the world. But to drown out the thoughts. The screaming that’s clawing at her mind. She’s not ignoring you. She’s trying to hide from herself.

"A land filled with Music" -Alex Moriarty

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Small, sweet, delicate. He wraps his hands around it. And crushes it. What keeps you frozen in place Crying little angel? Volume rising she covers her ears, trying to keep herself from yelling. Shadows swinging at her they seem to come from no where. A scream and a breaking of glass she covers her mouth. Don’t scream. She curls up more. Tucked in the corner of her closet she prayed to the lord. “Don’t let me be found.”

Stone Angel -Alex Moriarty

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Riddle me this. What hurts you yet isn’t real. What stabs you in the back, but there’s no knife to remove. What drives a nail into my mind, Tears your heart and hang it on display. Riddle me this. What warms your soul. Send your heart racing at the sound of a certain word. What makes you feel as if your floating on thin air. What cradles you at night, telling you everything will be alright. Riddle me this... Do you know what love really is?

"The Riddle" -Alex Moriarty