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i never felt like i really belonged in this reality
like something always separated me from everyone
The starry skies of the coldest spring
Tonight, I may Not fathom heaven. My eyes cannot adapt To the bright of those myriad stars To see beyond them, and question The lying emptiness, there, waiting, As anything other than Nothingness.
The sky Spoon feeds me Too much silver, and My tongue writhes in Desperate expelling, So to not speak Your name.
My second star to the right, And straight on till morning,
I no longer see The constellation we created, And I tossed the map toward our Neverland, Because I don't think I'll be flying, Anytime soon in this Hailstorm.
--- 3-5-2026, M.A. Tempels © Prompted by: @poppiesandpromises
I still can't see me
"Okay. I Died Inside. But No One Bothered to Bury Me."
— Phoenix Moon
from my e-book Emotional Roller Coaster, link in my profile.
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in high school i wrote a short journal entry to a prompt my creative writing teacher gave us. it was simple, but it was a reflection of my struggle to find purpose in life and existence at that time. it was a story i was proud of, with ideals that carried me through some dark years.
fast forward a few years, and this story is still one i held dear. at this time i felt i had succeeded in finding purpose, but i had new struggles. in a life where i had gained so much more than i thought i ever could, the perceived threat of change and of losing everything that sustained this sense of purpose terrified me. things once again were looking bleak. so, i returned to this world and decided to build upon it in a new short story.
i by no means claim to have it all figured out, but writing this has served as a form of personal therapy, and it holds a lot of significance for me. i decided to share it with a friend, who urged me to upload it somewhere, even if only 2 people saw it. so, here it is :)
link to The Door (part one of the series):
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · The Door · The door towered above me, standing at 15 feet. I had heard stories about people who opened it and never returne
link to An Ending (the sequel):
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · An Ending · Sequel to “The Door” I marched through the trees, searching for the door. It was easier to find this time arou
