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He writes with empty fingers, searches,
lingers on a lonesome phrase - rejected,
along with other half-imagined dreams.
His woeful desktop wears his story,
scattered with disheveled failures - crumpled
pages show the tale his fingers cannot find.
He tries to conjure luminescence,
seeking Song's redemption from the silence
guarding his imprisoned dreaming eye.
But blinded vision guides his hands -
frantic on the paper, breeding Nothing,
father to the failure of his muse.
The stillborn child confronts him -
its familiar blank-page plea for life
unanswered by the writer in his void.
lingers on a lonesome phrase - rejected,
along with other half-imagined dreams.
His woeful desktop wears his story,
scattered with disheveled failures - crumpled
pages show the tale his fingers cannot find.
He tries to conjure luminescence,
seeking Song's redemption from the silence
guarding his imprisoned dreaming eye.
But blinded vision guides his hands -
frantic on the paper, breeding Nothing,
father to the failure of his muse.
The stillborn child confronts him -
its familiar blank-page plea for life
unanswered by the writer in his void.
Literature
Scars, yelling and tears
For every tear you cry
I'll shed two from my eyes
Every time you smile
My day becomes peaceful
When you run away
A part of me becomes missing
When you cut yourself
I cringe as scars rip into me
You happiness brings me peace
Your hugs my warmth
Your love my life
You smiles become my own
Your tears bring on my rainy nights
Your anger tears at my heart
Your screams cause me pains
Your fists bruise me
Rip into my flesh
Scream my ears to deafness
Curse me unto darkness
Break my heart till it's no more
Break my will
Destroy my happiness
Cause me pain
Make me cry
But in the end it's worth it
As long as I can make you smile
Literature
Cheap and Tawdry Married Love
My mother cried when I married you.
Twisted up her brothel-keeper's mouth
and bawled-
'That girl's gone and sold herself too cheap.
...And after everything I told her!'
My aunt patted her hand
Slyly reminding her how bad the deal was,
Your poor job-prospects,
The tiny diamond on the ring
Your mother had given us
Because you couldn't afford to buy one.
I paid them no heed.
Smiling, I posed for the photos
Thankful I'd escaped.
Do you see me?
Standing there beside you
In your sharp suit and your Fagin smile.
I was innocent then,
I couldn't see the flames
But I could still burn...
Literature
A Bad Child's Guide To Monsters
A Bad Child's ABC Guide to Under-the-bed and Closet Monsters
Beware, beware the Allignight
Its teeth are sharp. Its eyes are bright.
If you don't want to end up dead,
Be sure to check beneath your bed.
And if at night you hear a howl,
The Banda's come to disembowel.
The empty little kids can't shout
When their insides have been torn out.
And screeching means a Calder's come.
It does no good at all to run.
For it will drag you to its den
And slowly tear off all your skin.
And if a Drylak comes don't cry
If it gets in, you will not die.
It has a huge and dripping nose
And hides its boogers in your clothes.
And if an
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*imperfect asked me to write something in metre.
And, somehow, I have broken over a month's worth of mental haze to do so.
I'm not too displeased with it.
Benedictions
Just to note - what I am a bit unhappy with is where the enjambment has been compromised for the sake of metre. Whether or not I can fix that or not will be found out in the coming days/weeks.
And, somehow, I have broken over a month's worth of mental haze to do so.
I'm not too displeased with it.
Benedictions
Just to note - what I am a bit unhappy with is where the enjambment has been compromised for the sake of metre. Whether or not I can fix that or not will be found out in the coming days/weeks.
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