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Hurt

Hurt by S. L. Wyllie

You’re hurting him
like you hurt
everyone.
You’re a liar
and a loser
like you’ve always been.
You’re not fooling anyone
with your fake smiles,
and your
undeserved happiness.
All you do is a wreck,
and ruin.
You’re a failure,
and a freak,
useless,
and worthless.
You don’t deserve his
kindness or affection.
His tender embrace,
or soft-spoken words.
You don’t deserve a
second chance at life
nevermind the first.
You’ll never amount to anything
beyond the garbage
you are now.
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Untitled by S. L. Wyllie.

It troubles me when I glimpse those
shrouds of darkness behind your eyes.
They take you to this desolate place
where you self-destruct and isolate.
I see the demons beneath the surface,
I see them waiting for the first chance,
to drag you under when you’re weakest.
How can I show you that I care?
That you’re not alone, that I’ll be there?
By your side, no matter how many,
Shadows and skeletons, because trust me
I’ve got plenty.
I know you’re hanging by a thread,
and...

Killing Me.

My silent stalker
is always lurking
preying on me
when I’m least
expecting.

Invisible hands
around my throat
slowly squeezing
the life from me.

The world is spinning,
the room is shrinking,
lights grow brighter,
and voices sharpen.

Creeping alongside me
my ghostly predator
the nemesis I can’t see,
Yet I can feel
everything.

My skin is crawling,
my mind is shaking.
Suffocating,
no escaping.
This anxious feeling
is never-ending.

Haunting me,
relentlessly.
I can’t breathe.
It’s killing me.
I can...

Guilt.

Guilt

This ache inside,
this dull, relentless ache.
It seeps through me,
slowly at first
like the gentle ebb
of an outward creeping tide.

The water quietly washes around me
whispering calm melodies
soothing as the pale luminescence
of the quarter moon bathes me
in its eerie autumn glow.

The waters of guilt start building,
stealthily binding my ankles, shins, and knees,
not revealing its true strength
as it threatens to uproot my
already shaky stance.

Like a caress,
the undertow coaxes me forw...

Who am I, and what have I become?

Who am I, and what have I become?
Do these emotions belong to me?
It’s been so long since I was genuinely happy.
So used to feeling nothing at all,
This spark in my chest is unusual.

Sometimes I hear a voice in my head,
A lingering doubt that fills me with dread.
Does the voice belong to me, or to you?
Sometimes I can’t tell the difference
Between the two.

As if my mind was torn up, piece by piece
And all those bits of me
You’ve rearranged the way you thought best.
Leaving just one smaller sh...

My Mistake

My Mistake

I regret the things I said,
The way I acted, the way I left.
I regret the time I wasted, and
The false hope I granted,
By coming back.

When I left, I should’ve stayed
Far away and let you be.
But, I faltered,
My doubts grew louder,
I couldn’t take it,
My heart was weak.

I should’ve let you be.
The break would’ve been clean.
I didn’t stay away.
That was my mistake.

I regret the things I said,
The way I acted, the way I left.
I don’t regret loving you, and
The years we spent working...

Every part of me.

The pain you’ve inflicted,
Scars trail in your wake.
All that remains,
are tiny little pieces.
That don’t fit together
No matter which way arranged.

I can’t think,
I can’t breathe.
I’m suffocating,
I can’t escape.

This endless war
Of you against me.
This downward spiral,
I want to break free.
I’m caught up in your whirlwind
Of abuse and control.
Hurtful words and
roller coaster emotions,
I can’t take much more.

Why do you want to shatter
What’s left of me?
I’m already broken
That, I’m sure yo...

the flaw in my design

This is the second prompt from my final workshop… We were supposed to write about some kind of light that seeped through the cracks in our life, or something like that. Anyways, this is what I got!

My mind was guarded
by a fortress my heart built

Each stone selected
was strategically placed.

My walls stretched higher and wider
than a behemoth mountain range.
My shield was invincible
to the elements and assaults

Venomous words
would strike like weapons
but,
They couldn’t pierce
or grind it dow...

The World You See…

I participated in my final writing workshop in Toronto, (insert sad face), now I must find another… So here is one of the prompts we worked on tonight… It was taken from a poem called The World You See – and we were given the option of writing about Kindness, Forgiveness, or anywhere that particular poem took us. Ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I wrote…

The World You See…

Is different than mine, 
and his, and hers, and theirs.

You might see love, and laughter, and light
whilst they...

Two Faces,

I did two writing prompts today, this is the second. It was a prompt about the myth, two roads overcame the hyena. We were supposed to write about conflict, being divided, or wanting to do two things at once. Ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I came up with…

Two Faces

A face of goodness, of fire,
and of light.

But, there is another
lurking beneath.

A face of darkness, malice,
and malevolence.

Two Faces,
carved into one mind,

like a line in the sand,
and on either side,
a choice.

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