Author Archives: The Splintered Pencil

*Wild Card Post* Been a rough week, so I’m just gonna post something short . When I was 15 I went to juvie for murder. I killed a child. I learned it from my parents, My father taught me how to shoot the gun And my mother taught me how to aim. But I wasContinue reading “First Degree Murder Made the Blood Taste Sweeter, but Now the Flavor Is Gone”

*Wild Card Post* Don’t mind me having a mental breakdown about turning 18 this week… Also posting this without editing, because I know if I edit it, I’ll probably delete everything . 18 You’re not a minor melody anymore But your song gets lost in every key You’re intonation is off, you’re not really thereContinue reading “Officially Legal”

*Wild Card Post* Every day someone dies with blood on their own hands. Every day a war is lost After fighting for a cause where the tunnel’s darkness feels like eternity. And every day I have survivor’s guilt Because the people around me are losing And I don’t help them. . -The Splintered Pencil

*Write Club Post* I never planned on bringing you into this world I still might not But just in case, I’m writing you this letter. It’s not that I don’t want you, It’s that abuse is etched in my bones And I only want you to know love. . I wish I could unlearn spite,Continue reading “To My Children I Won’t Ever Find In Family Pictures”

*Wild Card Post* . My Immortal – Evanescence I don’t have anyone to mourn But everyday there’s another inch between us And I miss how everything used to be. Before we used time as an excuse for distance. . Identity – grandson I live following rules and precedents I don’t believe in. But rebellion costsContinue reading “What I Would Tell My Most Played Songs This Week”

*Poetry Structure Post* . The day I was born, I was nailed on a cross. Hands and feet bound to worship God. But more importantly to worship you And the golden calf you made yourself. By burning your gold heart To plate yourself with sincerity. But leaving the inside black coal. . Instead of makingContinue reading “In the Womb I Carried My Cross”

*Wild Card Post* . I don’t recognize the girl staring back. With moonstone eyes as bright as the starts. The pictures on the wall only show hollow ones Who’ve stared death in the face. . She’s sitting on the grass, pink, sparkley bow in her hair Grinning at me with a flower in her mouth.Continue reading “I’m Shuffling Through Old Photos of Myself, but Nostalgia Doesn’t Taste the Same as It Did Before”

*Write Club Post* . This is for the liar who can’t ever hear the truth. I can never trust your lips, but I don’t care. You taught me I can trust your heart. I’m sorry I never believe you, But I want you to know I love you. . This is for the abuser whoContinue reading “This Is for My Family, Blood or Water”

*Novel Hook Post* -Side note, I have not written any kind of narrative in about a year. And I seem to have forgotten how. So this was really painful to write and didn’t turn out the way I wanted, but whatever, it’s here. . Phone calls aren’t supposed to make you sick. Phone calls areContinue reading “Not dead, just missing. Maybe nothing.”

*Wild Card Post* I’m mourning the family I see everyday. Replaying their laughs and their cries Because I don’t want to ever lose the sound of their voices. Even though I hear them every night When they rip each other apart with screams instead of fists. . The funerals are already done and over withContinue reading “Their Skeleton Feet Keep Walking”