by Calie Forsythe | Aug 3, 2025 | Deep Writings
It’s the things you swear are good for you that drag you under. You did this to yourself, but I don’t blame you. Would you even notice if no one spoke? If I bit my tongue, would you mistake my silence for wisdom? For cowardice? Or would you just hear what you...
by Calie Forsythe | Aug 3, 2025 | Deep Writings
Why is it that when you find a heart of gold, your first instinct is to break it? I can’t help how easily my chest caves beneath your brutal hands. I can’t help how my heart keeps me rooted here, waiting, just so you can make your move. Maybe it’s only natural. ...
by Calie Forsythe | Jul 17, 2025 | Deep Writings
What is your name? I think I know you. No—I do. I’ve carried you before, haven’t I? In the hollows of my ribs, in the quiet between breaths. But I won’t say it. You want me to, don’t you? To peel back the lie, to prove I’m the one you remember. Do you...
by Calie Forsythe | Jul 17, 2025 | Deep Writings
You’re just a kid wearing an adult’s mask. We all are. And we will be until the end. You can cry. You can laugh. You can sing until your voice cracks, dance until your knees give out, and shout until the sky flinches. But you’ll never be the grown-up you pretend to...
by Calie Forsythe | Jul 9, 2025 | Deep Writings
There are no heroes. Only the trying. The wanting to be good. The reaching toward some light we swear we saw once, in stories, in dreams, and before we learned how heavy a human hand could be. We say we’d save the world, say it like a vow, like a prayer, like...
by Calie Forsythe | Jul 7, 2025 | Deep Writings
It’s a lot. The world around you thumps—sharp, unrelenting—clutching your head in a vise. You see everything, yet nothing. Each breath falls short, never enough to make it all fade. You cry and cry until you become the weeping angel: a stone-hard exterior shielding an...
