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🕯️ About the Castle I am the castle. These halls creak with memory. Some walls have wept. Some still do. Each room you enter here each piece of writing—is something I couldn’t keep inside any longer. My thoughts live like dust in the corners. My stories breathe through the cracks. You’re not just reading… you’re wandering through me. You’ll find: Diary pages dressed up as poems Holy things broken and glittering on the floor Flirty whispers tucked between grief There is pain here. But there is also hope. Somewhere between the ache and the softness, the candle never quite goes out. If you’ve come looking for something quiet and real—welcome. I won’t give you answers. I’ll give you rooms. Some may be locked. Some might know your name. Stay a little while. Or longer.
  • No Accident-Accident

    No Accident-Accident

    It happened 40 minutes ago.

    4:08 in the morning.

    The street is dark and blinking is the red traffic light

    blink blink blink

    I look to my left for a second then to my right for a second and a half.

    I started to turn left and then I hear it.

    Tires screeching against the asphalt and the dim lights of a blacked-out Hummer.

    I stop my car, thinking the Hummer has plenty of space to continue its way.

    In slow motion it approaches my door.

    In slow motion, I am in peace.

    In slow motion and I wonder why this Hummer is was speeding.

    In slow motion I wonder if it had been my fault.

    In slow motion I am ready for the hit.

    In slow motion I am ready to die.

    The Hummer and I are both in pause.

    I can almost hear our engines breathing heavily.

    I come back into real time and realize there was no incident

    There was no damage

    Just my heart racing in my throat and I am sure in the Hummer’s driver as well.

    I drive forward making my left turn and leaving the Hummer to its thoughts.

  • W E D D I N G N I G H T

    W E D D I N G N I G H T

    It was my turn to undress.

    A wave of embarrassment washed over me and before I could calm myself, he took me, flipped me over on the bed as if I was a page in his favorite book.

    So effortlessly he unzipped my heavy wedding dress.

    My body was exposed and I felt as my thoughts were too.

    I could not control my heart racing, I could not control the throbbing coming from between my legs.

    It was so hazy like a dream; wishing it was real, I wanted to capture the moment and keep it. I wanted to bottle it up, and never let it out of my sight.

    Then I felt his promise of love, I felt how he had been wanting me since the moment we met. I felt his vowels come alive.

    In that moment I knew that everything he said up on that alter, he meant and was going to keep all of his promises.

    In return, I gave him all of me.

    All my heart, my happiness, all of my oxygen even my blood cells.

  • Clips

    Clips

    Thought:

    I want to create little visual clips/videos of my writing. Something that will ignite motivation for many writers and readers. It will be my narrative- how I want it to sound when I wrote it. My perception.

    um… hold that thought

    BRB

  • The End

    The End

    You called yesterday to say goodbye,

    You called yesterday to leave my life.

    I answered the phone,

    You sounded so cold.

    I hung up the phone,

    And felt so alone.

    Today you are gone,

    it feels so wrong.

  • Happiness

    Happiness

    I never imagined this would happen to me

    Nowhere in my mind

    Would I find

    A hint of your deed,

    Unfortunately, in the beautiful numbness, you confessed your creed,

    Your movement, her posture,

    Your pleasure, her laughter,

    And the great feeling right after.

    I never thought this would happen to me,

    But carelessly you took care of your need.

    Unspoken words of my grief and lamentation.

    Dripping un-cherished tears pleading for restoration.

    Feeling so indifferently, revenge my heart pleads.

    I never imagined this would happen to me.