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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.
Untitled With a Sense of PurposeUntitled With a Sense of Purpose
I find myself drinking coffee that tastes of Monday mornings,
Yet I have not risen early in what seems like
The extra sugar could lead to health complications-
Like most of life's pleasures.
Regardless, I take my coffee the same.
You were worse than any overdose
two, three, ten times as bad but
you took far longer than coffee to leave my system-
I would probably take you the same again.
ScaredI’m scared to go to sleep at night,
Afraid to close my eyes,
Instead I stay awake and watch,
The honey gold sun rise.
I’ve banished all the nightmares,
I don’t fear them anymore,
Happy memories await me,
In the dreamy land of Lore,
I don’t want to see these happy times,
So that I cry myself awake,
It’s strange how happy can mean sad,
And being fine can make you break.
City of LiesOne more day in this city of lies,
Take off your mask—it's your only disguise.
A short time left, oh what a surprise—
Look how time flies—
One more day before it all dies.
A Guide To Understanding ArtistsI did not create this, i found it and because I loved it so much I asked the lovely artist who wrote it if I could repost it. :3
This was actually written by :iconMimibert:
Please read carefully:
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at selec
agnostic (warning if your religious)Why I'm agnostic;
I have never had my prayers answered when needed most.
I never understood church's.
I don't like church's,
Reasons why I don't like church's;
people feel like god is going to fix everything and that he controls our roads and roles in life when personally the road is ours to choose and go on.
the church has done many bad things in the name of god as in cancel allot of the L.G.B.T out of some church's cause they are god veering but in the end I thought we were all humans made by god and I always heard in church that god loves all of us but then why are people cut out of church and are god veering?
And most of my actual father figures in my life would just end up being corrupted by drug's, hookers, lies, and being domestically violent to their partners and made them selves seem like good people cause they were a good christian boy but I learned how to see through that.
Also who am I to say there is a god or a Jesus I mean I'm just one voice in a sky of millions. Also I l
Shadow and me 2:back and badder than ever:ch.2I woke up and saw that shadow wasn't there.there was a note that said
G.u.n needed me be back soon if you have promble call me.
I decided to go to the park when I was there I meet someone strange ."hello I'm Michelle."I turn around and saw a purple hedgehog."I'm shadow friend.you must be his girlfriend.Violet…right?" "Yes."how do you know me?"I asked.but what I didn't know was that,that was mephials in disgust and scourge was in a tree hiding."Shadow told me alot about you he said that your bueatiful girl and very talented."he said."he did?" "Yes and I think thats all true."he said."well…thanks."I said blushing."we both sat on a bench."so what do you like to do violet?." "Well I like video games,singing,dance and swimming."I told him."so you like music?"he ask me."love it." I said.just then his phone rang.that was the signal that he had to leave."hey violet I got to go.want to hang out on Wednesday?"he ask me."sure." I said.they he left.
"So did the plan work
teen-angst bullshitthere’s a teenager at the microphone.
and god, the crowd knows it.
sitting back, they’ve already judged.
it’ll be teen-angst bullshit, they say.
some overemotional, hormonal kid whining about what she doesn’t have.
then they tell the kid she has everything.
how dare she complain?
how dare she stand at the mic and challenge?
how dare she preach her teen-angst bullshit as if it were a gift?
how dare she be anything other than a rose under a glass case?
and even though her petals are falling,
even though she sees through the garden to the street and the rain and the dirt
the broken fences and broken glass
broken people broken places broken souls
even though her words are duct tape she’s fixing the fences
fixing the glass
she knows she can’t fix the people
but she tries
words pouring from her mouth, into the microphone into the ears of the crowd
frequencies combining, overlapping
rising falling volume cascading more than the breath from a scream
The Kingdom of Luck and ChanceLuck is a kingdom strange and capricious,
Ruled by the whim of the most superstitious.
The law is abstruse and vague at best;
Every rule made could be anyone's guess.
The king and queen of the indecisive kind
Had never even once made up their minds.
Civil war solved by a roll of the die,
A flip of the coin judges criminals' lives.
The nobles, unsure about what to do,
Voted and argued based on their mood.
Rain or sun determined no or yes,
Logic and reason fell to whim and guess.
Peasants who feel that luck is their labor -
Wanting the wind and weather in their favor
And wanting good food and the finest clothes -
Never work, but wait for luck to bring them those.
Luck is a kingdom strange and erratic,
Failures prominent and successes sporadic.
To those who consider Luck a trustworthy friend,
Beware - for Luck may fail you in the end.
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
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