words hold power

maybe one day i'll write a bad book

[shouldhavescrawled]

If I am going to Hell for the sins I have lived, I will match my shadow step for step and walk proudly into the valley of darkness.Love is a light burden to carry, even if some call it a sin.

the book about love that i will never write

[shouldhavescrawled]

Sleep

Sleep comes with claws and teeth. Through the dark she creeps, in the shadows behind your eyes. She comes to twist your dreams into grotesque mockeries of hope.

There is a price to pay for running from her. A cruel huntress she is, with minions to make her embrace look welcoming. She sends delirium and anger, relentless hounds, to nip at your heels until sleep is a reward. The rest that follows is bliss until she catches you again, laugh stretching her face into a ghoulish grimace.

Sleep comes with talons. Through the shadow of the moon, under the light of cold, unforgiving stars, she steals souls. She comes to terror, to guilt, to shame. She comes to collect.

[shouldhavescrawled]

coffee ☕️

Sometimes it feels like the gods are mocking us. You want to defy my decree of sleep? I will help you, but as with all magic, it comes with a price. I will give you coffee. That price is a horrid taste, piles of money spent, addiction. People living lives of exhaustion and desperation to make sure you can force yourself past physical exhaustion you should not. You defy my decree of sleep? You will never sleep when you want to with coffee. You will never be able to wake up without it again.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Stars

I will love you to the edges of the universe until the day all the stars go out, and then five minutes more.

[shouldhavescrawled]

There’s a grace that goes unnoticed Beauty hidden within Saved for special moments When the world is dark and grim Then out of darkness leaping Bringing light and joy again

She carries with her laughter A smile to change the world Her dark hair trailing after Her brown eyes shining like pearls A love I'm lucky to be keeping A miracle of girls

[shouldhavescrawled]

soft

The in-between time of light breaking over the horizon is perhaps the loveliest thing in the world. In those moments, the world feels infinite and the future stretches on like an endless road and your feet just want to run forever into the sky. If you could just bottle that moment and sell it, you could reap a fortune. There’s something about that softly spreading glow of early morning. A golden sun rises, and the world is made anew.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Ocean 🌊

I love fiercely. Like the savage grace of a lion on the hunt, dangerous. Like the ocean beats on the shore, harsh and relentless. Like the roar of a fire consuming everything it touches. I love with everything I have, and that means that when I fall, I plummet. No safety net, no parachute.

So, I love carefully. I am cautious. I dole out my secrets like they are the last drops of water in a desert. And when the ocean waves get too high and the riptide threatens to drag me out, I need to trust you to be my boat. Be my raft. Carry me home.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Can you write about a girl who falls for her older brothers best friend. He’s three years older. Both feel attracted to each other and develop some feelings. They seem like a perfect fit but it can never be. (?!)

He wasn’t always around, exactly. Around just enough to be familiar. Normal. He knew some basic facts: favorite color green, loves book and movies but not book to movie adaptations, preferred vanilla to chocolate and would rather have a dog than a cat. She knew about as  much about him: wanted to be an engineer, loved swimming and biking, preferred frozen yogurt to ice cream and thought that small dogs were too yappy.

There was no big moment, no instance to point to and say there, that’s why. Just one day, he walked into the kitchen to find a snack, and a small voice whispered you like him.

A few weeks later, the small voice whispered he likes you back.

And that was it. Bumping into each other sometimes, at a party or just hanging out. Flirting from both sides, a few randomly deep conversations. A magnetic pull, mixed with the awkwardness of mutual friends and an age difference. It would never work out.

So, it never did. It was left unspoken, unacknowledged. There was that one almost kiss late one night that was laughed off and never spoken of again. Time was running short-he was off to college in the fall-and it left a shadow over any hope of a relationship.

By all means, there was no reason for it to fade. They were compatible, it could have worked, but there is a time and place for everything and the stars did not align. Maybe if they had realized a little sooner, maybe if he wasn’t going to college quite as far away, so many possibilities spiraling into forever. Bottom line, it didn’t work, but it could have, and that is perhaps the saddest part.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Envy

I envy the stars their place in the sky, their freedom from the constraint of time.

I envy the rivers their freedom to run, their power to shape the world.

I envy the mountains their steadiness, their strength to weather storms.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Imagination

Flowers spill out of sidewalk cracks, spreading through the grime covering everything. They are one of a few sources of color in a world of dust and flat, flat fields of dying grass. It is solitary and still, not even the call of a bird filling the air.

On the front steps of a small, slightly crooked house overlooking it all sits a little girl.

The little girl examines the flowers closely. Counts the petals, notes the streaks of colors and the particular shade of green of the leaves.

In her head, there is another field of flowers. The world is a riot of colors, clashing and blending. Flowers of every imaginable shape and size fill the field, taller than houses and more colorful than rainbows. There is no shortage of color here.

When she gets called in for dinner, she takes the flowers with her.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Sky

It’s not hard to fly without wings. Just reach out. The sky is the same as the air around you, just higher up. You’re already flying.

It’s not hard to reach the stars. You’re already touching them. When stars are millions, billions of light-years apart, a few miles through the atmosphere is nothing.

Hold out a hand.

[shouldhavescrawled]

Is a soulmate always the person you’re supposed to end up with?

There are so many people in this world right now. And that’s only right now. There’s a before and after to the now.

There are so many ways to define a soulmate. A romantic love, a platonic love. A companion. A role model. An enemy. Distilled down to its essence, a soulmate is someone to turn to in times of trouble or joy, and they will always be there.

So if you are one of the lucky few to find the one, consider yourself lucky. Or not. Being soulmates does not guarantee an easy road.

Maybe it goes like this:Two people meet. Two people are alike. Two people like each other. Two people love each other. Two people want to build a life and a family. Marry, live, love.

Or maybe it goes like this:Two people meet. Two people are alike. Two people are already dating other people. Two people become friends, and epitomize the phrase “best friends forever”.

Or maybe it even goes like this:Two people meet. Two people don’t like each other. In fact, they hate each other. They avoid each other, they fight, they never apologize. Whenever something bad happens, it’s the other’s fault. Whenever something good happens, it’s in spite of the other. But the mind always returns to the same person.

Not all of them are healthy. Not all of them are the same. All soulmates means is they will make a difference in your life. All relationships take work to be good. All relationships take work to be bad. Hate is not the opposite of love. No, apathy is the opposite of love. And apathy is not a word used in regards to a soulmate.

So, to answer the question. Do you always end up with them? Yes. I’m sorry.

[shouldhavescrawled]

shatter

Jealously exploding, painting a face in a snarl and a sneer. Anger, blooming, with vines and thorns, wrapping around a throat. Memories spilling across the floor, golden and bright, now with a tinge of doubt leaving a dull film behind. Sadness seeping low across the floor, curling into the corners of the room and the mind. The shards of a heart cutting deep, ripping out tears. Regret and guilt bubbling deep in a chest, a wellspring of what might have been. Every feeling, every moment, broken apart in jagged edges. No hope. No joy. No light. Nothing left to do but sink, shrinking away from the future and its mocking promises and dreams.

A heart shattered. The pieces flew.

[obscure-sentence-starters]

Send In A Word, And I’ll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It

Or send in multiple words and I’ll attempt to work out a drabble around all of them!

Pale

Melody

Spiral

Whiskey

Broken

Shatter

Cards

Dawn

Dance

Crimson

Shadows

Flame

Freedom

Paint

Dishonesty

Envy

Run

Trapped

Blade

Command

Theatre

Disease

Dust

Soft

Animal

Coffee

Frost

Ocean

Imagination

Family

Home

Power

Sin

Steal

Hands

River

Prison

Ring

Gaze

Warm

End

Beginning

Time

Box

Youth

Sky

Blind

Magic

Edge

Glow

Mysterious

Alone

Masquerade

Sleep

Wings

Photograph

Worship

Storm

Wild

Sacrifice

Submission

Devotion

Life

[shouldhavescrawled]

“When the days stretch long and the night has claws, hold on, hold on.”

- pick up all the pretty pieces

[shouldhavescrawled]

Hey, I love your writing and relate to so much of it. Just wondering if it be okay to quote it on an Instagram caption if we credit you? And if so, how would you want us credit you (like by blog name or) ?xxx

It's totally chill to quote me, as long as I get credit :) just use the blog nameI'm super duper flattered that you want to do that! Thank you!

[shouldhavescrawled]

prompt: the greatest love separated by oceans, the pain felt by two hearts yearning to see each other again

The miles stretch thin between them, heartstrings pulled taut and aching. A sort of dull pain, just below the second rib on the left. Just enough longing sitting just below the skin to be uncomfortable all the time.

Clocks seem the mockery of life, each second ticking by. It’s been a day, a week, a month. You’ve been apart for so long. You’ve been apart for so long. There are pictures and phone calls and late night text conversations but still. A laugh is not the same when it crackles through a phone, echoing and staticky.

The days pass like tar, slow and sour, black and heavy. The days pass and the clock ticks through another sunset apart. The days pass, with only the promise of another long day ahead. Apollo drags his heels across the sky.

It is no easy thing to live when you are drowning in a sea of endless time.