The Writer

“Different eyes see different things.” -Anon ~I do accept requests for writings~ • Insta writing acc: 21.18pm_ •

[uhnsaids]

“in a room full of people, i always look for you.”

— i hope you do the same.

[cybakiller]

[hellish-daddy]

“All you did was smile at me and i was yours forever.”

— B.D (hatin)

[writersthoughts]

“You’d take him back in a heartbeat if he asked you to. And that’s the fucking problem. That’s what keeps you from moving on.”

-Anonymous

[short-entries]

If I run, will you follow?

[love-diaries]

““I love you” and “I’m in love with you” are two totally different things.”

—

[daily-isolated-thoughts]

12:17 a.m.   7/13/18

The heart can be deceitful of those who choose the wrong path in life. It can be tricked by pleasures the mind can conjure up. The heart can be forgiving so easily with just the right amount of excuses creatively put together in a few sentences. A person’s heart is fragile and soft. At times it is very easy to bend and flex with someone else’s thoughts and emotions. We often confuse our minds with our hearts and we too begin to make excuses to conic ourselves into the lies. We try to make the wrong choice into the right choice by simply covering up all the bad things in the process. Little do we know, we start to forget our own morals. Our hearts can cause us to get into trouble or start it. Our minds just take a joyride for anything that comes along the way. In the end, was it all really worth it? 

[daily-isolated-thoughts]

11:44 p.m. 8/6/18

The quietness can be destroying to ones mind. It can stretch the brain like taffy and meticulously control your deepest thoughts. The quiet can cause your mind to slowly collapse on itself without notice. It just happens, it all happens so quickly that you can’t even stop before it starts.

The quietness can turn the smallest whispers into violent screams. Before you even know it, you’re screaming back into the darkness in the early morning. You can’t help but lose what little sanity you had left that you were holding on to. It all begins to slip through your fingers once you no longer can control your deepest emotions.

You’re screaming out for help, praying someone will make it all go away. You grab tightly at your chest, breathing heavily as the screams enclose around you. Hearing deadly words to poison your soul that seep through the darkest corners of your mind. It all becomes too much for your fragile mind to defend. You feel like you’re going crazy and no one seems to notice as your inner soul is pleading to be set free from your own personal hell.

Your heart is thriving and beating louder by the minute. The roaring screams have been replaced by the intense sound of your heartbeat. You can’t help but scream louder as another hour goes by. Then, suddenly your body feels numb and you’re staring up at the ceiling questioning if the quiet will swallow you up again tomorrow night.

[short-entries]

My thoughts need a curfew.

[short-entries]

She was poison running through his veins. 

[writersthoughts]

We shouldn't allow ourselves to be a temporary fix for someone else.

Anonymous 

[writersthoughts]

Ease.

He pulls me into an warm embrace. I hide my face deep within his chest as he lightly rubs my back in comfort. My thoughts begin to race as the tears brim the corner of my eyes. Who could have ever thought that out of everyone in the entire world, I would bump into him? We could possibly become much stronger together than when we are alone. 

He tightens his grip around my frail body and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. His soft touch calms my roaring thoughts, and soon my mind is at ease. The sound of our soft breathing fills the empty silence in the room. The comfort of his body against mine sends a numb sensation along my skin. Small tears fall lightly against his shoulder that have fallen down my cheeks. Desperately wanting the wave of emotions to have a heavy halt for just a minute, just so I can sit here in the moment with him. 

For a minute, the tears stop falling once he lightly lifts my chin up and meeting his calm eyes with mine. We stared at one another for what felt like eternity. No words, no emotions, nothing but blinking. He looked at me with caution, as if he were searching for something, hidden deep within my eyes. After some time, he rose his hand and placed it against my tear stained cheek. He lightly rubbed his thumb across my cheek, attempting to wipe away the rest of my tears. He pulled me closer, placed his soft lips against my forehead, and smiled. Looking up at him and intertwining our fingers together and smiling, I couldn’t be more thankful to have him.

(My Writing) 12/28/17

[writersthoughts]

You give them a taste of their own medicine, then they tell everyone you poisoned them.

Unknown

[writersthoughts]

The reason why God allowed him to walk away is because you prayed for a good man, and he wasn't it.

Unknown

[writersthoughts]

Summer Nights.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe trying to form “us” was too much pressure. What if it was a bad idea that I let you lay your lips upon mine. To let you kiss me and take advantage of that moment. 

You had the perfect opportunity to take in the moment between us. The moon and stars hung high above our heads. Having our bodies touch against another as one. Your arms wrapping around my body to pull me closer just before you slipped out into the night. I began to pull away from your warm embrace but I hesitated, resting my forehead on yours. You smiled and placed my arms around your neck. I felt your soft breath upon my lips as you inched closer towards me. You placed your soft lips against mine and kissed me. Moving our lips in sync as you gripped onto my waist. 

We pulled away from each other and stared. Both looking into the other’s eyes without saying a word. The late summer air brushed against our skin and we smiled. Grabbing my hands and giving me a small peck against my temple, you said “Goodnight.” You disappeared into the dark while I stood there and watched you walk away without even knowing your name. 

(My Writing)

[writersthoughts]

Underweight.

She looked at herself in the mirror horrified at what she witnessed. Her body so frail and small, you could see her bones beginning to stick out of her thin skin. For years, she has suffered the pain and torment from others. Always receiving stares and hearing the laughter of jokes from behind her back. 

It wasn’t easy having to live with being underweight for most of her life. Constantly being forced to shove more food down her throat until she throws it all up. Being so pressured into trying to be perfect for society with having huge sexy curves. 

Her mother and doctors were constantly reminding her to eat three meals a day to gain weight. Making sure to fill up her plate with protein only and not sugary foods. Putting her on a strict diet only made her eat less from all the anxiety she slowly began to develop. 

Her eyes adverted to a prescription bottle for her anxiety. The bottle labeled “Take one pill by mouth twice a day for 90 days.” She carefully twisted the white cap off the orange bottle and placed eight light blue colored pills into her hand. Shoving all the pills down her throat as she looked into the mirror and whispered, “I won’t be underweight anymore.” 

(My Writing) 

[writersthoughts]

Sleepless Nights.

His eyes looked so kind and honest. He would wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to his chest. Us sitting together in silence was always a common thing at 3 a.m. He would smile and kiss my forehead as I pressed harder against his bare chest. His soft fingertips lingered against my skin as he traced random shapes upon my back. He knew that this would be another sleepless night based upon my roaring thoughts. Some nights he would grab his notebook and pencils, and draw portraits of me to ease my thoughts. His work was always beautiful to see, but his words would touch my heart. The way he would write endless pages of words that crossed his mind. His words made it feel as if his heart danced along the pages with ease. His fingertips slowly came to a halt once my eyelids began to fall. Once again, he, calmed my raging thoughts.

(My writing)