What will you say when we finally meet again

Ghost’s may fill your mind. But their whispers seep through your skin begging to be saved.

[secretswillescape]

Here lies my secret garden, where the mind's ceaseless clamor comes to rest. Perhaps these echoes of self will resonate better with you than they ever have with me.

[secretswillescape]

Love Her Wild; Atticus

I hope you're still a storm.

[secretswillescape]

Love Her Wild; Atticus

[secretswillescape]

Null and void

(written for the one word prompt 'void' @cherrypicked-insanity @picklemafia)

With fractured stones. We wrested a castle, that reached for the stars.

We spun and twirled through cold hallways. Ignoring the jagged edges that tore at the Souls of our weightless feet.

Caressing each other in hidden alcoves, while light peeked through the fissures in the walls we choose to avoid. We traced invisible scripture on each other's skin.

An unseen romance.

Whispered promises smelling of sea salt and ginger kiss at the shell of my ear. You spoke of plush carpets to comfort our scarred feet, and crystal chandeliers that would chase the feeling of death from our home like shadows from the rising sun.

Your taste, a secret stain on my lips, the key to the cage in which I stay. Forever yours, trapped in a prison of our own making.

I wasn't ready for the stones to settle.

Cascading

CRACKS

Vibrated inside my skull with a chilling finality. As our palace fell from grace.

The foundation on which our future sat

Slipping

Falling

From beneath our feet as we grasp at empty air for one last escape into each other.

We always knew we'd falter.

You always said that our castle would crumble and be gone to the wind once again.

The twisted ivy bones that climbed our rise not strong enough to support the hollow shell of our love.

"But a beautiful sight to behold none the less."

It was

A beautiful dream

A wish on a far too distant star....

(please consider all previous promises and commitments now null and Void)

Hello, thank you for reading this. I know this probably isn't the way you intended for this word to be used. But I hope you accept it and enjoy either way! I haven't written in a good long time and I really value these prompts! So thank you for giving me the opportunity to practice writing again! I hope you like it. ❤️

[secretswillescape]

Short, and pulled taught

My ball of yarn,

is in a knot.

Careful, and calm

I pick at the cotton,

To correct

The wrong

Tighter, still

I persist through pain

With pure force

Of will.

Anger, unheard.

I'm trying to understand

But my yarn holds

Your words.

Careless, hasty

My mind moving faster

Than my hands

Will let me.

Puzzled, trying

Everything I hear

Turns into

You crying.

Forgotten, confused.

my yarn

Is still tangled.

So what is the use?

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I'm finding it harder and harder to effectively communicate with those around me. The words make sense, but the meaning of them jumbles in my head. My friends, I can tell, are getting annoyed with it. They think I'm arguing with them, but I'm just trying to understand. Repeating the same sentence over again, running through complex scenarios in my head. It's not like I don't understand the words. I'm very good with words I like to think. It's just getting harder to relate to the emotions behind them.

[secretswillescape]

Love Her Wild; Atticus

[secretswillescape]

"At night, there's a world where we're still together. It's more real than anything I know. Our connection is the only living thing in the gardens of our own personal wastelands. Then my eyes open, and I'm back in the silence. Back to being alone."

-Sleeptalking; June 2024

[iwillclimb]

She bleeds. Not for attention, but because if she doesn’t, how will anyone know she is real?

[secretswillescape]

"Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Träumen erwachte, fand er sich in seinem Bett zu einem ungeheuren Ungeziefer verwandelt."

-Die Verwandlung; Franz Kafka

Today, I am angry.

I am manic.

I have a short fuze and a long list of grievances.

But once again, I lost hold of the leash.

Maybe I should have just stayed in bed.

[secretswillescape]

"This is the in-between: not quite sinking, not quite saved. Every so often, my fingers brush against the thought of reaching out, a cold reminder of a warmth I'm not sure I can handle. So for now, I just float..."

-Lost chances

[secretswillescape]

Love Her Wild; Atticus

If you see her, tell her I still think the stars shine for her and her alone. That never changed. No matter how much we did.

[secretswillescape]

My body is a Haunted house,

With an attic full of ghosts. Locked tight behind a dark door of desperation. So no one ever sees. Begging me to let them free. Lashing out against these restraints they slowly break more and more pieces of me.

But I keep the door locked.

My body is a haunted house. With an attic full of ghosts. I keep the lights off, I keep them hidden, I keep them safe. I don’t dare look inside at the destruction they have caused. The destruction I have caused...

Yes, my body is a haunted house. With an attic full of ghosts. And they have unfinished business.

[secretswillescape]

- Heatwaves -

The sweetest scent of summer's breeze

Whispers tales of June's soft nights,

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,

Bathed in the moon's ethereal lights.

Oh, youthful hearts, untamed and free,

We owned the twilight, bold and bright.

Your gentle words, a melody,

Your radiant smile, a guiding light.

Sun-kissed skin and fingers intertwined,

You held me close, a sacred art.

Our love, a private heatwave, intertwined,

Ignited deep within each heart.

As dawn's first blush, a tender hue,

Dispelled the shadows where we lay,

Your hand in mine, so strong and true,

You'd lead me home, to dream of day,

And with a lingering, softest kiss,

We'd bid farewell, till stars anew.

Prompt for 'heatwaves'

@picklemafia

@wrentalks

[poetrydystopian]

[girlnextdoorxxx]

My tits are pretty and everything i say is right

[secretswillescape]

"I know you don't think about me like I think about you. And maybe that's the most painful part. Is knowing that once again I put you on a pedestal I knew you never wanted to be on. I smiled, only when I could hear your laughter. My skin, always cold except the trails of heat left behind by your fingertips. I could have been happy waking every day to the smell of your hair draped across me. Walking in your shadow, so not to ever keep the light from your beautiful face."

But for you, I was simply around at the time.

[emptytexts-deactivated20250915]

if we don’t talk again remember i loved you