Creative writer in process.
The Ever Changing World
Written by: Denisse L. Burgos Dedicated to: Georgie A. Books are my escape from the physical world. I have practiced escaping for so long, I can fall into the abyss of my mind, conjured by the stories I have glorified in different stages of my life. I am able to appreciate the creativity and challenges authors manifest page by page, sentence by sentence. At first the feeling of escaping was subtle in my mind and felt unnecessary. I would only read to acquire points for school and nothing more. That was until I met her. She was the beacon of hope my small heart needed in my world of constant chaos. She opened my mind to new possibilities. Although I had already been reading long before I met the savior of my imagination, she gave reading a new purpose I hadn’t known about until she taught me.
A strong feeling of pain and hurt enters my heart Anger and frustration boils my blood. Uncertainty looms over my mind, A decision that becomes too hard to make.
You promised me you wouldn’t go You promised me you’d support me and stay with me to the end Why did you lie to me? When did you become a liar?
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
A NOBODY!WORTHLESS! HIDEOUS! STUPID! FAT! DISGUSTING! IRRELEVANT! THE SCREAMING… IT WON'T STOP, MAKE IT STOP! THE BURNING… IT HURTS,
the Nothing took over everything. My mind, my body, and my soul, all taken hostage by the Nothing. Emptiness overcomes me dark and empty like my soul. I’m broken into little fragments, shattered bits of life, unable to be glued back together. There’s a blackness in my heart like the black hole that sucks all the life out of everything, to the Nothing. There’s a stillness in the stars, the Nothing makes sure of it. Stars are supposed to shine with light and twinkle unexpectedly, but all they see is the stillness and the emptiness that I feel from the Nothing. One day, they too, will feel the Nothing, I just accepted it early. the Nothing is my new way of existing. No one is yet to understand how it feels. They may come close to feeling a type of nothingness, but they won’t understand the Nothing until it takes over all of their existence and being. Everyday I’m a passenger of the vessel they call my body, roaming in the vast sea they call home.
They create a silence away from the noisy world. Isolating the disruptive noises and sounds that affect you in one way or another.
His eyes are like blue crystals that shine bright but look as hard as stone. His lips look like soft puffy clouds that look out of place from the rough, defined face he has, with a jaw that could cut like a knife.