Marie381Uk

Joined March 2020

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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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Monsters Under the Bed
Monsters Under the Bed They used to scratch beneath the floor, Twitching claws, low growls, nothing more. But silence taught them how to breed,
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Just Another Death by Drugs
Just Another Death by Drugs He sat alone, screen glowing bright, Scrolling through the endless night. A father, husband, someone’s son—
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
I Was Abused, So Why Do I Drink?
Abused Why Do I Drink? You ask me why I drink? I drink to forget. To blur the memories. his voice like a curse, his fists like thunder
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Chair
The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Prayers For World Peace
Prayers for World Peace I hold the world in open hands no banners raised, no proud demands just quiet hope where silence grows
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Corona Ruined My Life
Corona Ruined My Life. True Story I published this a while ago on here. This is my repost. I had never publicly written anything and submitted it. There it was, my thoughts and feelings on my iPad screen. I felt like a proper writer, yes, me.
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Fiction
Note Men Feel Depressed too you know not just women
The Weight He Wore Inside He laughed at the bar, played the part well, a joker with eyes that never smiled. His friends called him lucky,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror The locksmiths inside my mirror waiting with his keys his eyes are hollow his mouth does not move
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead. Top Story - May 2025.
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
She Never Cried in Front of Him
She Never Cried in Front of Him She never cried in front of him, just smiled and said, “It’s not so bad.” She’d smooth his shirt, refill his cup,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
You Don’t Need Us Anymore
You Don’t Need Us Anymore You don’t need us anymore; not in the pauses between breaths, not in the hours where silence used to echo our names.
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
A Very Wicked Man
You told me I was worth my weight in gold, a priceless diamond. Yet behind those words, the beatings I endured spoke a different truth. The comments you made cut deep, leaving me shattered. I hid my bruises from my dad, covering the pain that echoed in fractured bones. My brother would have fought you, would have killed you if he had only known.
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Humans

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Monsters Under the Bed

Just Another Death by Drugs

I Was Abused, So Why Do I Drink?

The Locksmith’s Chair

Prayers For World Peace

Corona Ruined My Life

Note Men Feel Depressed too you know not just women

The Locksmith Inside My Mirror

The Locksmith Rises from the Dead. Top Story - May 2025.

She Never Cried in Front of Him

You Don’t Need Us Anymore

A Very Wicked Man

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