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Brother and Sister
Once, before he was born, she had imagined a life of leisure. Meredith White had it all, money, a big house, nice cars, and a hard working husband. They never thought about having a child. It would ruin things, like nice trips anywhere in the world and being by themselves. One morning, she was feeling sick so she took a pregnancy test. She was positive, immediately dread swept over her. She knew she wouldn’t be a fit mother, she couldn’t take care of a child and neither could her husband; Jerry. Knowing everything would change if she had the baby. Meredith has to tell Jerry soon, and make a decision together. Once Jerry got home; three hours later, she told him. Jerry was incredibly happy; he couldn’t believe his Meredith was having a baby. Meredith’s belly grew and grew and the nine months came and went. Once their baby boy was born; Jerry was even happier than ever and so was Meredith. She actually thought they would be the perfect family.
As their son;
Words You attack me with your painful words,
They tear at my skin and break my bones.
You make my heart feel weak and sunken.
I cannot bear your words, I cannot handle and the hate you throw at me.
Those words you use,
You toss them around as if it w
Lil Mini MeI know what they say,
"Oh look at her, i'm sure she pukes up her lunch".
You may see me and thing i'm happy for being underweight,
But i'm not.
I see the stares, and hear the hateful words.
I try and hide myself from your hateful glare,
I try and try to be perfect for you.
But it isn't enough.
You joke about my body and my weight,
I give a fake smile and say its ok,
But inside i'm dying desperately trying to please your simple eyes.
I'm sorry i'm not perfect,
That i'm below your standards of beauty.
I'm sorry i cant be like you,
"little Miss.Perfect" .
I try my best everyday,
But i cant seem to gain, only to lose.
Village in the Woods -chapter 1-As the wind wiped my hair and I could smell the needles of the pine tree, hearing the trees rustling in the summer breeze. In the silence I hear a twig snap under a foot. I jerk around, in my surprise its little Beena. In a whisper she said "Merna, people in village. Big and scary. The yell and yell and scream for you, they yell and shout for you. Mommy told me to find you and run." She started to cry I knelt down and tried to comfort her. She kept trying to tell me about the big scary people. When she stopped crying I picked her up and walked toward the village, then I saw it. Black smoke. The village was on fire, I saw the men Beena was talking about. They were bigger than the men that cut and hulled the wood to other villages to trade. No one saw us, still holding her I crept around the houses to make sure no one saw me. The men had almost captured all my friends. I could hear some children Beenas' age running around screaming looking for their families. Beena started to cry, I saw
and minds wonder.
The world moves beneath my feet,
the stars alter and change,
Heroes are made,
and expectations are lowered.
The world is changing,
The people are changing,
You might be to.
WatchingI am at a standstill.
I see everything change around me.
I just stand there, watching.
I watch my friends and family change,
I watch my life pass me by,
I watch my memories as if i was watching tv.
I just stand there watching.
Love?What is love?
Can you buy it? Can you sell it?
Is it easy to fake, or hard to fall in?
We say we love each other, but do we really mean it?
You say love is an easy game, but is it even worth playing?
Think. Would you rather fake your love for a stupid game, or wait and find that love that isn't a game?
Im SorryIm sorry my friend.
Im sorry for the road you took,
The pain you caused,
The hearts your broke and the feeling you hurt.
Im sorry for not being there,
I left you alone,
I didnt listen,
I didnt care.
Im sorry for you,
im so sorry.
Hades and Persephone
Zeus says she is mine,
But her mother won't like that.
Her eyes look at me with hate,
But all I see is the greenness of grass in them.
Her hair is red,
Like the fury of Ares.
She looks at me as if I would harm her,
But why would I?
She looks delicate,
Like a flower starting to bloom.
Her skin radiates from the sun,
Looking more beautiful than Aphrodite.
The man mother told me to stay away from.
He looks at me with longing,
Like he wants me.
His skin is pale,
Like the lost souls of the underworld.
He wears all black,
And not a bright color in sight.
I wont to run,
But I know he will follow.
I've heard stories of the underworld,
None of them good.
He grabs my arm, and I try to pull away.
It's no use, he has me.
He has is prize.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
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