Daily Writing Prompts discussion

So this is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. I’m not really a poet so I haven’t written many, but I decided I wanted to share this one. It’s called: “Even In The Dark”

I hate the way they stretch, I hate the way they mark.
I hate the way I feel them, even in the dark.
My sister said they’re like lightning,
But all I feel is tightening.

I feel like a plum, big and bloated.
But I never feel numb.
All are loud, all are proud.
But they don’t understand, it feels like standing in a crowd.

All are small, and yet I feel tall.
So different, so distant.
Never their equivalent.

Perhaps it’s in my head,
But this thought only brings me dread.
And I feel like lead as I try to move,
Try to shrink.
But I am out of sync, I can’t hear me think.
Perhaps I am on the brink.

But maybe all this time,
Even as I think up a rhyme,
I have been thin as them.
So I guess I should grin.
And yet, it doesn’t feel like a win.

Because I still feel the the way they mark…
Even in the dark.

I'm glad you shared this. It was beautifully written and so relatable. You captured this feeling in a way that really resonated with me.

Thank you, and I’m glad.

From recent experience…
I call it heart of glass💔



I loved you like sunlight through windows—
clear, warm, stupidly open.
You said forever
and I believed the sound of it,
like wind against something fragile.
Then—crack.
Not loud,
just enough to let the light bend wrong.
I gathered the pieces,
cut fingers,
apologized to the floor for bleeding on it.
You walked away,
hands clean,
eyes dry as winter glass.
Now look—
I’ve learned something about breaking.
When glass shatters,
it doesn’t die—
it multiplies.
It becomes a thousand edges
of the same cold truth.
So step carefully, love.
You left me in shards,
but I’ve learned to glitter with purpose.
And every piece that catches light
is waiting—
patient,
sharp,
hungry—
for the soft skin of your regret.

That was beautifully written.
I’m sorry you had to go through that💔

He deleted himself today.
I’m free

I’m glad ❤️‍🩹

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All that’s left is ink upon a page

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Ophelia wrote: "From recent experience…
I call it heart of glass💔



I loved you like sunlight through windows—
clear, warm, stupidly open.
You said forever
and I believed the sound of it,
like wind against someth..."

Aww I'm so sorry you went through this. This was wonderfully written, and I hope you're doing better now.

Yes😈
I made a group against him and he deleted his account!

Thank u tho