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what did you dream of that day, when you woke up knowing that you had changed, somehow, someway, for the rest of your life?

did you dream of safety, of a parent's gentle touch or a lover's slight grin?

did you dream of what it was like to be whole, more than an empty shell of a once-person, now simply a mortal ghost?

did you dream of the life you never lived, where the world did not take you and spit out who you became, where your innocence remained and people truly cared for you?

Using the tag solar system short story month to keep track & I’ll have the rest of poetry month up eventually! Just been a bit busy with a transfer application to a new university and preparations to go to Liverpool Comic Con this year ^_^

YOU WERE MY FATE

once, they had no name, a creation of the mind, a manifestation of a concept, nothing more than what humanity has made them.

once, they were given a form, a red string wrapped around fingers, a promise someone was out there, tied to them forever, through a thing they called fate.

once, they were given a name: destiny, doom, fate, future, many ideas that were one in the same.

once, they saw things they wish they hadn’t; saw prophecies that would come to pass, saw the futures of those around them, saw an eternity of loneliness.

once, they wandered the earth, never staying in one place for long as they watched the world turn, watched humanity evolve, watched empires fall and kingdoms rise.

once, they found love in a boy with windswept hair and wild eyes, a fragile thing they knew would not last yet they cherished it all the same, but they could see a future where everything ended the same: with the loneliness that followed them.

once, they saw their fate, one of chasing after love forever, of seeing their lover live many lives, destined to always end when they met, for living an eternal life meant sacrifice and even fate was bound to their own.

OF THESE CHAINS

and it is early in the morning it happens, the sun filtering through shattered glass, failing to illuminate the room for the curtains are pulled closed, much too thick to let the light in.

there is a crack in the curtains, though it still reveals little; simply fake plants, books piled high, a journal left out on a desk.

the journal cannot be deciphered, the books cannot be read, for it is a place long abandoned, where stories go to rot and cameras are left to collect dust.

the door is chained shut, never to be entered again, for old memories should not be disturbed, sleeping dogs should be left to lie.

art supplies piled in the corner, barely visible through the darkness, photographs pinned to a corkboard and recipes scrawled on papers, old stories scattered across the floor.

music drifting from a record player, distorted and left to repeat, no more than a cacophony.

it is a room filled with regret where old loves are left to die and all that remains are the chains of what it means to survive.

it is the room of a hurt child, it is the room of a broken teenager, it is the room of a shattered adult.

THE WAY HE LOVED HER

and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion: soft-spoken saccharine promises of forever, his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

there is love in the way he gazes upon the ocean, by her side, as if loving her were his only endeavour, and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion.

a photography in his wallet, a memory in slow motion, a day he has promised to remember forever; his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

a hand outstretched, pulling her away from commotion, a promise that leaving was a decision he could not make ever; and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion.

and he knows of dark plans set in motion, his connection to her being one some wished to sever, his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

A GARDEN’S PROMISE

there is a sweet scent that permeates the air, not quite matching the hyacinth in their hair, a cursed crown invisible to most.

( for people no longer care for the language they speak, no longer pay attention to flowers and all they can be, no longer notice glassy eyes and rain clouds. )

yellow carnations in a wreath on the door, anemone growing in pots on the window sill, blue roses dotted around the house.

( wilted roses from long ago left to rot on the balcony, alstroemeria abandoned, once loved by tender hands, now replaced with cyclamen and forgotten promises. )

they cycle through new flowers as they age, shaped by new experiences and new memories that they cannot reconcile with the old.

( and in the end, their happiest one is simply made up of piles of books, photographs pinned on a noticeboard and smiling faces they cannot bear to recall. )

there is a green tangled around their fingers, snowy bells that reach up their arms as if trying to bind themselves to their skin.

My Poems - Poetry Month 2022 // Prompts List

Day 1 -The Day It Ended // Prompt: metanoia. Day 2 - A Garden’s Promise // Prompt: the happiest day of your life. Day 3 - the way he loved her // Prompt: write using a structure. Day 4 - of these chains // Prompt: your biggest regret. Day 5- tba // Prompt: fate.

Day 6 - tba // Prompt: an obscure feeling. Day 7 - tba // Prompt: eleutheromania. Day 8 - tba // Prompt: anger. Day 9 - tba // Prompt: free day. Day 10 - tba // Prompt: death & the afterlife.

Day 11 - tba // Prompt: a place you can’t return to. Day 12 - tba // Prompt: a decision you’d make differently. Day 13 - tba // Prompt: athazagoraphobia. Day 14 - tba // Prompt: favourite season. Day 15 - tba // Prompt: epiphany.

Day 16 - tba // Prompt: something you want to forget. Day 17 - tba // Prompt: colour. Day 18 - tba // Prompt: free day. Day 19 - tba // Prompt: home. Day 20 - tba // Prompt: abditory.

Day 21 - tba // Prompt: myth retelling. Day 22 - tba // Prompt: something you want to remember. Day 23 - tba // Prompt: first heartbreak. Day 24 - tba // Prompt: greatest achievement. Day 25 - tba // Prompt: kalopsia.

The Day It Ended

I remember the day it ended: childhood innocence stolen long ago replaced with that strange hollowness known only to those resigned to living this way for the rest of their lives.

I remember the day it started: moving to a city i didn’t know, from school to school full of kids who did not understand, could not understand, the way i saw the world.

( for i viewed existence through words on a page and the music in the air. )

i remember how it felt when it ended: the want for revenge, the burning anger at what they did to me, the sadness that created who i became, the emptiness of what could have been.

( and sometimes i wonder: who would i be, if i’d lived without that? who would i be without the pain?

i’m afraid i would still be the same. )

The day it ended was a decade later, when the anger ran out, when the sadness allowed light to peak through, when revenge became closure, when emptiness became individuality.

It was the day after that I allowed myself to change: that i opened the pages of a notebook and wrote, that i purchased a new book and feasted upon the words, that i got a camera and took photos of my world, that i sung and listened to music i once would have ignored.

2022 Events

2022 MASTERPOSTS

Day 1 - metanoia: the journey of changing Day 2 - write about the happiest day of your life Day 3 - write a poem using structure instead of free verse Day 4 - write about the thing you regret most Day 5 - write about fate and what it means to you

Day 6 - write about an obscure feeling you struggle to describe Day 7 - eleutheromania: an intense and irresistible desire for freedom Day 8 - explore feelings of anger Day 9 - free day Day 10 - write about your interpretation of death and the afterlife

Day 11 - write about a place you want to be, but can never go return to Day 12 - write about a decision you would have made differently Day 13 - athazagoraphobia: the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced Day 14 - write about your favourite season Day 15 - epiphany: a moment of realisation

Day 16 - write about a memory you want to forget Day 17 - explore a colour and what it means to you Day 18 - free day Day 19 - write about what home feels like to you Day 20 - abditory: a place in which you can disappear, a hiding place

Day 21 - choose a myth and create a retelling through poetry Day 22 - write about something you want to remember Day 23 - write about the first time you experienced heartbreak Day 24 - write about your greatest achievement Day 25 - kalopsia: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

MINECRAFT BUILDS 2022

POETRY 2022

every way i miss you (& every way it breaks my heart) the edge of all you love

POETRY LISTS

Multifoundation House | Outside

Deepslate Barn 1

Minecraft Mushroom Train Station.