Doesn't It Make You SickDelayed, crossing Atlantic.Doesn't It Make You Sick in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Something came up.
See The Funny SideBereavement. Failure. Unemployment.See The Funny Side in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Became comedy writer.
SouvenirPassionate, lingering kisses.Souvenir in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Recurring, viral infection.
The Shop Assistant's SubtextIt suits you.1The Shop Assistant's Subtext in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1You're both hideous.
Where's the Eiffel Tower?Ticket: Paris, FranceWhere's the Eiffel Tower? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Plane: Paris, Texas
Cupid Switches to Live AmmunitionEros' llama? I am all sore.Cupid Switches to Live Ammunition in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose7am on a roof in Seoul:My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
7 random things about me.
Charlie the perspicacious
A moving city;
bringing the colours.
grieve until you can breathe again:
let your lungs fill up.
Falling in your love -
hidden, but still shining.
Light is now advancing.
Time to say goodbye
how summer says goodbye.
Beauty deserves the right word.
The SwitchThe real trap was running away from the trap.The Switch in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Night Rideby: Airial Diana MarkNight Ride in Short Stories More Like This
The dark of the blacktop ahead, narrowing, widening, straightening and turning. It's continuity marred only by the white and green signs that marked the towns and miles. Splattered down the middle, a yellow line, resembling a monstrous ribbon, stretching along, occasionally sectioning off into smaller strips. The road, the lines, the blackness of the night melted together, hypnotizing.
It was three a.m. when the beat up DeSoto reached the exit ramp. The name of the town was unpronouncable on only a few hours rest, but the universal sign promised food and a bathroom. Sarah determined she'd been on the road for about seven hours and figured she'd travel another seven before attempting to rest. There were dangers to driving while tired, especially considering she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. But it had been a close call, too close, and she wanted to get as much distance between her and Montana that she could.
Lady Luck*** Author's Note: Created as part of a writing prompt duel. Keep in mind the story was inspired by a random prompt and was written and posted without heavy editing or error correction. More info in the Artist Notes below. ***Lady Luck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Georgette. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Silken gold, orange, and yellow, with glistening blue eyes that twinkled. Harry was not keen on her the first time he had met her, and he was definitely not keen when his partner, Paul, had insisted they take her on the bank heist. However, Paul assured him she was nothing but good luck and the job would go better with her there. Harry didn't believe it, but Paul wouldn't go unless Georgette came along. The broad shouldered, bearded ex-felon agreed reluctantly to his partner's demands.
He had grumbled all the way to the job as Paul cooed to Georgette, whispering sweet nothings to her. It actually was a bit creepy, but Harry remembered that so
Dark Flame's StoryI wanted to be like him.Dark Flame's Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Norfallon - Prologue It was on a warm summer afternoon that Philip James Norfallon recalled his first memory. Three years old, finally steady enough on his feet and sure enough of his balance, he ran full speed across the grassy field along the bank of the "Great River," giggling as his nanny trotted after him.Norfallon - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come back here, you little brat!"
It had been one of the rare occasions when his parents allowed him to go out beyond the castle walls and see the world. A picnic they told him, with grass and trees, and a surprise. Oh yes, it had been a surprise. A day of wonders seen and those yet to be told. It was a pleasant day out, sun shining down, a warm breeze blowing in from the north. At such a young age, he was not aware of these individual elements, but simply that it was beautiful outside, causing every muscle in his body to want to revel in it. He sped up his running, glancing back occasionally to see if the nanny had given up the chase.
Life Lesson RxTake one bitter pill.Life Lesson Rx in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do not repeat.
ManifestoI have no powersManifesto in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I am nothing, I am weak
I must save the world
Where the Red Birds GoWhere the Red Birds Go in Free Verse More Like This
Where the Red Birds Go
Too much imagination can be a dangerous thing, because sometimes you don’t come back. –personal quote
On the other side of heaven is a utopia where only the red birds fly
It is pure
It is beautiful
It is safe
You don’t need addictions to get there, you don’t need condolences, you don’t need sympathy, you don’t need pain, you don’t need feeling, you don’t need people, you don’t need regret, hate, love, anger, sorrow… You don’t need memories. You don’t need money or possessions. You need nothing from the material realm.
All you need is to close the door, catatonia is bliss, a spirit made of blood set free
To dream within the waking that is yet only another dream, as all things are dreams created by man.
The red birds create the dream. Live the dream. Become the dream. Are the dream
In this place it is holy, divine entities abound, wisdom reigns supreme
All needs are met as there are no n
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;What's Left Behind... in Free Verse More Like This
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."
RIP Unborn BabyTiny little bodyRIP Unborn Baby in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
Gone little heartbeat.
Gone little baby.
See us walking into the doctor's office? That's how excited we are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
See these tears on our faces? That's how much we love you right now.
But you don't know that yet.
A baby that had Daddy'
In my head...In my head,In my head... in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 3 in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around, in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her, in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
The Rainbows in My LifeThe Rainbows in My Life in Free Verse More Like This
I've been feeling down.
A gray tangled mess
A dark cloud.
A whole bunch of things
That are just as stormy as me.
But everyone has right?
And just plain ones
That are simply white.
I'm going to paint those moments.
I'm going to paint
These rainbows in my life
With bold colors that shine.
There's going to be crimson of the roses
Red, Scarlet, whatever you decide to call it.
But it's going to be there.
The color of my life.
Amber colors that come from the sun
Also known as orange and
Doesn't rhyme with anything,
It's different, like me.
Yellow lights from the sun
That never fail to brighten my day
Radiant parts that shine in those gray parts
Color of the sun
A MelodyA Melody in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Golden trumpets sing
With clarinets of silver
In sweet harmony.
Love Love HateLove Love Hate in Free Verse More Like This
Love's a complicated thing
There's a lot people on this Earth
Seven billion and counting.
And someone out there could be THE ONE.
Yep. That's annoying too.
They say someone out there
HAS to be your better half.
There are a perfectly good amount
Of people who are happy being single
It's not like you have to be friendless!
I'm probably going to be single.
Maybe I fell in love once.
Maybe, come on don't give me the
Are You In Love Look!
Maybe after all I'm not sure myself
What this feeling called love is.
It's definitely not you,
Because you hate me,
And we're enemies,
Ever since we kids,
So nope definitely not you.
Maybe it might be you
Most of the time I'm not sure
If I should hate
The Scent of DreamsThe Scent of Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Everything in this world is different
And I a girl with a world of choices
Ahead of me lies
My wishes which I hold to myself
A map to guide me
Along my way
And my various possessions.
Every reality is a dream come true
And I can see them in front of me
Vivid, full of deviance, and vibrancy
I can hear the spirited melody
The song that inspired me on
This is a sweet moment for me
A time I can taste my victory
I can reach out and touch my dreams
They're so close.
What do dreams smell like?
The scent of dreams is indescribable
Butterflies, Dust, and Ashes
The soft scent of fluttering wings
The dust, silver tears
I've struggled thro
Why the Caged Bird SingsWhy the Caged Bird Sings in Free Verse More Like This
I am entrapped in
With lovely metal bars
That twist together
To form my little cage.
Yet I'm still far
From my freedom
I yearn to travel the skies
With my wings spread
And the wind beneath me.
I can see it.
The bright blue skies
The beauty of the freedom
That is not mine.
I sing with my heart,
Let it flow from
Your heart and your soul
Which is where the truth is from.
I sing of the freedom
That I so desperately want.
Why am I not sad?
You may think me
Strange and I am
But I am sad, even if
I don't sound it.
For all my life I have
Wanted this freedom
And I have not found it.
I will sing for my eternity
Until my life dies away
I will sing even as I finally
Fall to the mortal enemy that is death.
For then I can truly spread my wings
And fly somewhere else
Far away from here and now.
Somewhere where I can be myself.
Reasons to Be YourselfReasons to Be Yourself in Free Verse More Like This
If I have to go on
A long rant about how awesome
Anyone is, they're awesome.
If I don't have to.
There are a lot of reasons
To be Yourself.
And I mean every one of them.
Even if you don't believe me.
But I mean it.
And if you really need me
To tell you why I will.
One because you are
Someone who's one in a million
And there is no one else like you.
No one who can exactly act like you.
Because you have your own quirks
And special little things that make you you.
Two because you are
This person who cannot be replaced
And have done something
That has completely changed
Someone else's life.
Three because you are
You are brilliant, even if you don't think so.
You are unique, even it you don't know it.
You are loved by someone out there,
Even if they don't show it.
Remember these reasons.
Out there, someone cares for you.
Anywhere really, just don't change yourself.
Be yourself, as hard as it is
And love who you are.
You might be
Humble, Sweet, Shy,
My Best FriendMy Best Friend in Free Verse More Like This
When I was a kid
The only thing I wanted
Was a dog
Every single classmate
Of mine had a dog
Or something like that.
And I had asked
Multiple times for one
And every year on the
Top of my gift list
Written in a bright gold
Was "a dog"
By the time
I had given up,
I was probably
Eight years old
Because I had always
Been fairly factual
And by then I decided.
It's never going to happen.
Still I got over
It relatively quickly
Despite my initial disappointment.
And decided to make use
Of my time
As the best I could be.
I got an A that year.
And on my ninth birthday,
I neglected to add to the top
"a dog" which I always did.
Open up your present.
Carefully opening up
The heavy present
I thought to myself,
And as I finally tore
The box open.
My hands flew
To my mouth.
A golden puppy
"Is she really mine?"
Laughing, my mum
Smiled at me.
"I'm going to name her Sandy."
It was the best day
Of my life.
I don't mind if
You don't agree.
Someone who never
Judged me, and
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She was all alone
All alone in a broken world
No one who cared about her.
He was all alone
All alone in a world where
No one knew who he was.
Maybe they were broken
Inside and waiting
For someone just as
Broken as them.
It was a chance meeting
I didn't know her.
He was the first person
Who ever really saw me.
I felt she didn't see who
They thought I was
But she saw right into my heart.
My days have been completely changed.
Now someone I can love and dream with
I've thought I was living, after all I was breathing
But that wasn't really alive at all
If I was to lose this feeling or her.
I couldn't imagine my world without him.
Her, cause she is my world now.
He makes me smile, and laugh
She makes me grin without trying
I don't know where he's been all my lif
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Silver stars of light
Streak across the sky catching
My dreams and wishes.
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When I close my eyes
I dream faraway
and lose myself in
a world deep in my Head.
Where there are
Rivers of Silver
Trees of Gold
Flowers that glisten at dusk
Silver dew that
Gathers on emerald blades of grass
And birds with iridescent wings
that sing at dawn
The Queens and Kings'
Kingdom is the night sky
And their subjects are
Shootings stars and comets.
A realm of beauty and terror
And by day the world is ruled by
the golden sun
By night, reigned over by
the silver moon
And when I wake
This world will disappear
because this is
Only a dream.