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Literature Text
Read blood swells, in fear-wrought fonts
page-bound by ink; wells up in thoughts
caught in small words and minds for war
all fought in scripts of 'done before'.
Red blood wells, and fear-sought peace
is drenched in oil; swells up like gas
in days-old dead and brand new cars
both fuelled by 'black gold' greed.
It's all old news, in brand new print
and bound with lies; sold back 'at cost'
for the read, and the dead, and the red text -
all that makes that first cup of 'wake up' so good.
page-bound by ink; wells up in thoughts
caught in small words and minds for war
all fought in scripts of 'done before'.
Red blood wells, and fear-sought peace
is drenched in oil; swells up like gas
in days-old dead and brand new cars
both fuelled by 'black gold' greed.
It's all old news, in brand new print
and bound with lies; sold back 'at cost'
for the read, and the dead, and the red text -
all that makes that first cup of 'wake up' so good.
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
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
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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The task:
The assignment is to write a story or poem, but you may only use words that contain one syllable.
Another one in freeverse.
Some experimentation with varying the rhythmic style in-stanza.
Benedictions!
EDIT: Damn it - I just noticed 'before' in stanza 1. so much for only using monosyllables
The task:
The assignment is to write a story or poem, but you may only use words that contain one syllable.
Another one in freeverse.
Some experimentation with varying the rhythmic style in-stanza.
Benedictions!
EDIT: Damn it - I just noticed 'before' in stanza 1. so much for only using monosyllables
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I'm a fan of simplicity where it works.. and this is, Amazing. I really love this.