poetry childrenmothers, if they knewpoetry children7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wouldn't want poetry children
born far away,
the blood already calm and running
the eyes open the heart opens the hands open
and all of a sudden
everything is frighteningly open
yet a poet child
harbored from streets and winter
the first wail is protection
from openness; no mother
would refuse offspring closure,
or pluck tiny lips from her breast
(clever obscurity for
a few more years
from crayon-bred verse
and mascara dribbled
into lacy black stanzas)
if I were a mother,
I wonder, would I
peel forth such
strange fruit, so that
there is not even a shadow of the tree
Master+Rose snippetHis eyes widened and he started for the door, before turning back. "Don't go near her!" he pointed to the Master, referencing Rose. "You hear me? Don't touch her! Don't even look at her!" Then he rushed out.Master+Rose snippet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A short Asian woman named Tosh lead him into another room. Rose followed.
"All aliens get a full medical scan." She brought him into a lab and started running her tests.
About an hour later, she was almost finished when she glanced up at the clock. She swore, and then looked over at Rose. "I told Owen I would be home an hour ago. Do you think you can finish up here? We just need a blood sample."
"Sure." she answered, getting the stuff she needed.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver." She grabbed her purse and coat, and then took off, leaving the two in silence.
Approaching him with a needle and disinfectant, he smirked at her. "Rose Tyler." He drew her name out mockingly.
"Yes?" she refused to be bothered by this man.
"I've been through the TARDIS's memory. You and the Doctor were so sweet
The Queen's orchidA lonely quaint queenThe Queen's orchid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sits all alone
Examining her fingers
On her cold silver throne.
Her all powerful husband,
Also known as the King,
Stands somewhere else,
Forgetting his ring.
One day the queen,
bored of her throne,
picked up her skirts,
and went off on her own.
The king didn't watch
as she slipped from his sight
And she met someone else
Who filled her with delight.
Later one day,
during a giving,
they met a small boy
with little life worth living.
He approached their large thrones,
as the king mumbled "Poor Kid."
And he handed the queen
a little white orchid.
The king wondered,
"From someone like you,
we'd barely expect a fish."
The boy said,
"It's for the queen."
And then he left,
without being mean.
The king asked his wife, "Tell me,
What is the meaning of this flower?"
And she quietly replied,
"I'd rather be locked in the tower."
The king was outraged.
He slapped her face.
And she quietly cried,
wishing to be rid of this place.
She wasn't there for much longer