Submissions by silentmoonlghtx

Cogs within
slowly turn, slowly
brushing away
the dust and cobwebs
which have settled
from years of silence.

These secrets and desires
slowly form, with the doubts
of those who seem to
vomit at the mouth -
not knowing when to stop
before it's too late...
like a bad plot twist in movies.

Still they rise, with each
quieted murmur
behind closed doors,
pain and anguish now apparent
for so many more involved -
because the hints and whispers
weren't enough of a warning,
rose coloured...

Dear Writer’s Block:

It’s not you it’s me. You see, I know how much you love attention and cherish every single moment that we have together. Unfortunately, I just feel suffocated. Whenever I’m not writing, I’m gasping for air as if I’ve been dragged into an undertow. My organs feel like they’re being thrashed about, trying to find the surface just to catch a breath.

I want to reach out and touch sunlight again. Writing has always brought me comfort, the way that sunlight brings warmth, the way plants make oxygen for us to breathe. But you? You’re more like a dog crate...