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Flower KidThe cool air hit my rosy cheeks, and my eyes studied the wall of an unfamiliar gray shop. The walkway to where I was headed was filled with an icy layer and a fake flower set up welcomed me in the distance in a threatening sort of way. Like that of a cousin you’ve only met once before and they rush to you with open arms, sweat dripping down their forehead, mirroring your emotional struggle with remembering who that person is. By the time you do it’s far too late anyways, they’re already rubbing your cheeks together and saying how much you’ve grown and all you want to do is be released from the grips of the “ Cousin Kraken “. It was an annoying sort of feeling in all respects.
I stood there and opened the front door, shifting myself over to follow the commands given to me by my new boss; an old Chinese woman with far too much trust, approximately 10 children and a smile surrounded by small wrinkles that tugged at her skin like a rope. I di
A WEAKIn a week I do
Mess of sleep
Regret of choice
Slumped over in
Always spelt wrong
Fullness and comfort
I am comatose
Awake at seven
In a week I do, repeat
Curiously BaitedThomas lived on my street
For many years I saw that flop of hair
His poise and gestures returning when he saw me
And I sketched out the possibilities of him tripping
That boy, Thomas
Eyes; like that of winter
A face that only a mother could love
With his gapped teeth
Gestures to me in such a manner I did not understand
His pile was out back
And he the captain of what he called “ship”
In more so missing the letter T in replacement of P
Once invited me to join him
And my reply was ignoring
And that language was blunt
Body clutched like an angry animal
Never understanding what I meant
He’d ask and shrug his tiny shoulders
Taking strings and bits of board out back
Colouring them as if he owned the place
It was just garbage to me
But to him
And I could never understand Thomas Turnpipe
And his cardboard tugboat he called ship
And I could never understand why he tried
To make me join him
Curiosity struck me
A Child's HairThey're changing me, They're changing me!
To this I did not agree!
Today they cut my hair
scissors here and there
A fit I will give you
For a change is something new
I'm Not sitting in this chair
Not even with your glare
Not sitting to be changed
I don't need to be rearranged
A nervous chatter in my jaw
A gentle grab from your claw
and you there "You're embarrassing us"
But I NEED to put up a fuss!
Do you know how horrible that was?
Of course not, no adult does
Today they have changed me
An aspect I do not want to see
and looking through a clouded eye
Do you know what I realize?
Well, it's still there
No need for me to become mad
"It doesn't look half-bad."
A MadDear chemical imbalance
Dear sudden acts of Violence
To a Sunday morning cartoon
That lasts 'till noon
Dear fits of Impurity
To all the do's and don't's I've ever had
To every single moment mad
Dear rage like thundered nights
Dear warmth of sudden brights
To days where nothing lasts
To moments I could not grasp
An hour of sleep inside my cave
an hour of peace for I am brave
No monster am I for things I've done
Not shamed by battles I had not won
Dear ember night shade
Dear place where I laid
To that smell of calm
To the ache in my palm
I did not mean to yell
Control came fast, but fell
I chose to think instead of speak
I chose to yell and instead be weak
Dear my own embrace
I don't even like this place
Dear what you thought I'd need
You who thinks to feed
To my friends who sit and wait
To everyone who tempted fate
Dear you who was always there
Dear ones who think without care
You we're always there inside my soul
and without you I would not be whole.
The Addict, RottenHis breath like a smoking pipe
like a fresh graze of something ripe
She, a little tall
together since the fall
His nose, so cold as he kissed
His habit it won't be missed
His tone a harsh and rotten one
although she trusts what he's never done
A sleaze, an addict
With more than one to depict
She left now and won't be taken
by the habit he's forsaken
The smell of smoke too strong
She picked herself up "So long."
He is now inhabited by a fate
far worse than ones of late
She left him alone to crawl
but that didn't help or worsen him at all
I am the master of my wordI am the master of my own world
I am what I decide and do
because there is a difference in action
and sitting by
When I say something
When I write it down
There is a difference in reading it out loud
and reading it inside
There is a whole new meaning when I recite the words I have created
and when you THINK you understand them
Don't abide by the rules of structure
Don't shun me because I can't spell
What's the difference in the words
Your, You're, threw and through
They sound the same out loud
except one is Your and one is through
but the message is simple
you don't need a dictionary to speak your mind
you're what your mind speaks
and even though you sit through it all
You never threw anything away
and that is the difference in the words
because if you say it like you mean it
it must mean what you say
I am not a poet
I am no writer or speaker
I am what I want to be in the words I speak
and if you have an issue with how I present those words
Clearly you're not listening
to what Im throw
FreedomSometimes it's nice to just take a walk somewhere.
Sometimes in late day and night when the moon is out and the sun is gone or going, when the feeling of being together is gone for a moment and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart beat.
Often times it's fine to experience something emotional, just like it's perfectly normal to never. Even as the days go by and all the people you knew grow older together with you, you haven't changed at all. The smiles, the laughs remain the same and you just accept that.
Sometimes you just take a metaphorical walk and in a single moment you're flying off into a dream world with everything you ever loved gone in a single stroke. Sometimes it's okay to be angry, smash a pumpkin in with a bat and nail something to a fence. Have you have grabbed a hammer and just smashed it so hard on the wall you felt the ground shake? Have you ever just waited for a moment in the embrace of anger and just feel great?
You are power and no one can take that f
I am a Writer because...I am a Writer because my creative juice runs dry
Because sometimes, my pages cry
A writer because I don't need to be
Never really expecting what I see
to come out on paper
So clean and so dapper
I am a writer because my characters act alone
I do not run their lives like I do my own
A writer because I don't care sometimes
Keeping up with all the correct lines
and my grammar is not the best
and I digress
I am a writer because it's better to speak
sometimes, more often I'm weak
because it's nice to be heard in letters
A writer like all the others
My stories may not be well done
but in my mind description may never come
I am a writer because I get surprised
by all the things my characters do in their lives
and I do not expect to be right
A writer because I may not want to tonight
and often when the story is done
I am a writer, because it's fun.
Princess EuropePrincess Europe
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
Raspberry sunsetRaspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where you keep your ruby jewels
That paint my skies the way you do;
My love is fixated on your methods
The way you dash the stars
Just right in the night air
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
How you soothe the summer time
When the scorched earth is barely alive
And its inhabitants are parched
Working for water, only to feel it
Seep right through their skin once more
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
What your sorcery fires up
When it brings the evening sun
Coursing through the skyline
Pulsing and wanting, like nothing else
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where I will find my love once more;
Under the peach trees of harvest
Rolling through the rivers, cold
Laughing through the apple's orchards
Strolling between the vineyards?
Raspberry sun, pray tell me
Will you be my everlasting light?
I come with knives so I am ready
fresh from my back for your ternary spine.
Each head is a year I will
never see again,
yet I find myself allowing more to be taken.
I have lain between the lion's claws
and found them comforting.
We both mediate between Hades
the bark is truly worse than the bite.
Twelve months and Twelve Labours later
It is still working-
The Gods are cruel creatures.
The English and The IrishMy English rose, roots so deep
Dug into your home,
Reaching out for the sunlight,
Growing every day, even against the elements
Shamrock at your tips -
Grazing your stalk, in that gentle wind
A smattering of green against
That ever royal, velvet red
Loki X MeIm making this because I have a strong attraction. its really love. but I doubt he feels the same. and if loki is real and reading this. I believe I am worthy because I can match your Ice with my firey nature. I leave scorch marks and small fires with no one to put out the forest fire in my heart. no one ....but you loki. you can count on me in a fight. I might not win but I sure as crap will not give up. but im also a stubborn little teen. (takes place when im at least 23)
I walked into my house in Panama city florida. I lived in a little house not far from a public beach. my cat baby walked up to the door and meowed a loud meow. "baby you need me to check for you?" baby meows. "alright fine" I walk over to check the door. no one. "baby there is NOBODY there." I sat down. it was a Friday afternoon in may. summer vacation was here. I turned on the t
Clearwater FarewellAwaiting flight
with a storm
to see us off.
time well spent
with loved ones
usually far away.
Hugs and kisses
wonderful well wishes.
of white sand
such clear blue.
I will miss.
safe and sound.
Finally to be home
in my own room
and my own bed.
in the future.
One day to return
to this shore
gladly thought of.
I miss youIf I were to leave you,
You'd soon realise that,
No matter how long,
I'll be back just like that,
You know I won't leave you,
I'll always come back,
Whether during the day,
Or night time's black,
There are times,
where I bid farewell for a while,
So I promise you that,
I'll return with a smile,
A smile that we,
Us two, can share,
As a gift from me,
After being stuck over there,
A place which lacks
a person who,
I need and love,
that place lacks you,
And while I'm away,
I'll yell your name here,
Waiting for a response,
to echo in my ear.
I miss you...
Maybe I don't deserve itI can't make you love me like I want you to.
I can't make you feel butterflies in your stomach like you once did.
I'll never be able to tame your wild heart.
I'll never be able to make up for my mistakes.
I won't be able to mend the brokenness you have.
I won't be able to kiss your scars and make you smile.
But I did.
There was a time
When we were younger
When I was the light
The one who saved you
Maybe that has changed now.
Maybe I made you this way.
It was my fault to begin with.
I made a mistake
And then drove you away.
And how I wish I could go back
And somehow say the things I should've
But seeing you this way
It's killing me
And I want so badly to help
But I'm still fumbling with the broken glass heart of mine on the ground
If I stop to fix yours
Who fixes mine?
I wish you could comprehend just how much I love you.
Love isn't even capable of conveying how much I care.
Even with broken pieces lying in the rain and mud.
I wonder what it would be like to love you
Notebook poemShe walks into my room
And asks whats all this about
We both lie there in silence
Waiting for her to scream and shout
But instead she smiles
A smile that stretches so long
And she utters as she leaves
"I knew it all along"
So there we sit lying
in my oh so comfy bed
and after a few minutes
we both adjust our heads
We look each other in the eye
Had we not just been caught
like some criminal or thief?
and yet there we lie
we had heard what she said
so now we relax slightly
and once more cuddle in bed
This is how I wish it'd go
A moment just like this
but alas life doesn't work that way
so we settle for a secret kiss
But these kisses hold so much
secret or not
because no matter hoe many know or don't
it will always mean a lot
these kisses show our love
these kisses and so much more
and slowly we wont have to worry
about anyone coming through the door.
A Lesson in Rhymecan I accept the establishment?
Even through a punishment
and it isn't the people who see through the glass
it's if you stay in and keep in the class
Knowledge, it isn't much to say
I have too much do in my words to pay
off my dues
cause I get to choose
How can you be butch
acting like nothing happened before
when in reality it's sharper then the chore
and I came from a family who had it rough
Through moments and singles, you understand enough?
Cause in relativity
You can't get
in my met
in my shoes
in my dues
Through the door
walk into a world you never knew before
cause' that's me
waiting on three
we need a little time for bustle
get with the ruffle
through the cuffle
I got zipped and muffled
through the house
in little time I came to you
and what did you tell me to do?
lay down and sleep
don't you peep
didn't believe the rye
this is not a book
and it's a novel, just take a look
Page through page
I got a path to go, rage
is the emotion
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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