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NAVIGATION
Look to your left. Links to stories, poetry and drafts are there. Annotated poem is under Poetry as well. :)
Parallel Lines (Reincarnation) || Free Verse - Poetry
The first time you meet him Well you can’t remember After all you’ve grown up together since forever And everything you own you share He the one who showed you how to fish and hunt How to catch falling stars and tie moonbeams in his red hair And it’s that same night when you wrap your pinkies together You vow to be together forever But that promised appeared short lived When he got mauled by a bear.
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
You’re cold and your hungry and you’ve been on the street for days Spotting a man, and sure he’s not dressed to the nines But it’s snowing and you'd prefer warm food and a bed just fine Even if that bed’s in the arms of yet another man And you really hope he’s looking for some company Running your fingers down his arms, a smile on your face And you whispers sweet nothings and ask to go back to his place And he stills for a moment as if outright confused Before realisation washes over and it looks as if he might refuse And your face drops and he must have seen for he takes you by the hand Leading you away and for the first time you notice How the sun and the earth have bled into his robes Oranges and browns mixed into one You notice the bald head and the beads twisted around in his palm And with shock and horror you realise what you’ve done You pull back quickly but he holds on tight So if he’s alright with it, you suppose you won't fight He gives you what you expect and yet nothing like what you imagined Food and a bed and a shelter for the night Or possibly forever As you stay on, a day a week or a month You don’t believe in goodness, you don’t believe in love But he shows you differently, and you begin to dream of a higher man above But he is a man of faith and you, well, the devil’s daughter So it is with a great sigh and possible tears in your eye That you leave him without even saying goodbye.
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
Boom boom boom goes the guns Bullets flying overhead Playing Russian Roulette except without the Russians And you 'rock paper scissors' to see who of your mates will fire back It’s you Your head peeps out over the trench Count yourself lucky your head hasn’t exploded yet And you fire off one two three shots Boom boom boom It hits a boy and you see him fall And he’s young, so young Twelve thirteen fourteen who knows It explodes in his face and sprinkles deadly dust over his arms and neck And you barely have time to see him drop to his side Before your friends are tugging you down Congratulations on surviving man But you can’t help but feel you just died.
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
An old man checks into a ‘hospital’ In a place that reeks of death Hell on Earth wrapped in layers of ‘for the better good’ Designed to hide the truth And the men and women who walk in walk blindfolded And who knew words would be such an effective deterrent Scare your old, scare your injured to a last place to lie But not him, he’s different And you remember because of his eyes He’s not blindfolded like the rest of them But in a way he is You wave a hand in front of him and realise He’s blind but all seeing Aware of everything about him, yet his vision is obscured Opposite, different, contrary to popular belief He gives you a sad smile as you strap him in looking at the J that might as well be branded on his skin And the one thing you remember are blue eyes That might have been Aryan had he tried.
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
His skin is darker than you’ve ever remembered it If, you know, you could remember And his hands are wide as dinner plates and rough as sandpaper You can’t help but shiver Despite pretty clothes and a clean shaven face You can still see manacles and open wounds left to fester And your parents tell you he’s a barely tamed monster
You hide your face in your mother’s skirts And wipe your tears with your father’s tailcoat Although you know that this is right, the norm, he’s nothing but a creature You can’t help but feel as if there’s something deeper As if there’s something inherently wrong And as you hide away your face you fail to see The look he gives you as he’s given away for free.
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
You meet again when he’s five and you’re thirty-two And he throws a book at you because of course that’s what any kid would do That and because you’re kind of a stranger And lurking And suspiciously looking like a pedo But that’s beside the point You sit down beside him and explain With all the maturity of a thirty-two going on nine year old man That yes you’re a time traveller No you haven’t seen a real dinosaur And no there’s no secret society of Doctor Who’s There’s just you And sorry to be a disappointment but that’s how it works (Okay he’s five, lying is fine, right?)
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
Married with three kids – what a beautiful family But everything feels wrong wrong wrong It’s your final thought when you go to sleep And your first when you wake You don’t know what it is But it is It’s there and it bothers you to no end Like you're attached to something A Siamese twin, a psychic bond And it’s pulling you away People are getting worried To be honest you are too An itch you can’t scratch If you were to be clichéd Which fits surprisingly well to be fair. You read the eulogies for the first time in year And you're not sure why, but one of the names bring a tear
Two ships passing in the night One looked left and one looked right
8 o’clock morning rush briefcase in hand You’re going to be late The train rings doors closing And you run for it Someone else does too Your feet sliding over the tiled floors It’s a crash and a bang and you slip and fall The man helps you up but your hands still like never before And he has red hair and blue eyes and freckles blasted up his arm And you can’t help but ask “Have we met before?”
Two ships passing in the night Both looked at each other and all was right.
time travellers wife am i right or am i right
You meet for the first time when he’s five and you’re thirty-two And he throws a book at you because of course that’s what any kid would do That and because you’re kind of a stranger And lurking And suspiciously looking like a pedo But that’s beside the point You sit down beside him and explain With all the maturity of a thirty-two going on nine year old man That yes you’re a time traveller No you haven’t seen a real dinosaur And no there’s no secret society of Doctor Who’s There’s just you And sorry to be a disappointment but that’s how it works
Essstörung || Poetry
We put labels on our clothes Eight, sixteen, all the way to twenty-four We make our bodies our biggest foes We tell ourselves larger than eight isn’t pretty anymore
We tell our children to have a big heart To always care and share Santa is the best person to play such an amazing part Yet isn’t he fat everywhere?
It’s a slew of confusing messages And you don’t know which way to turn In a world where size yields little if any advantages It begins to feel as if you’ll crash and burn You tell me to do one thing But also the other My waist is meant to be as thin as string While my heart is meant to be ten sizes larger
But my body is my heart And my heart my body There was never any difference from the start There is no separation for me I’m Beyonce, Madonna, Marilyn Monroe I could be Rebel or Melissa anytime I’m beautiful, fantastic my face is aglow My weight doesn’t make my existence a crime
Oh and by the way My dress size does not equal the size of my heart You’d be foolish to think otherwise If that stops you from saying ‘till death do us part’ No pretty wedding dress will change my cries
Of you’re wrong and you’ll always be wrong Nothing you say will change my mind I may be tough, I may be strong But those sentiments are far too unkind
Don’t underestimate the power of my ugliness If by ugliness you mean my size I’ve got sass and I’ve got beauty, I’m ageless Regardless of whether there’s a gap between my thighs
I’ve got the power of a waterfall Not just some wimpy stream I’ll be more than just the delicate china doll I’ll be more than what I seem
My weight doesn't make me who I am But yet my weight is me.
Conillet || Free Verse - Poetry
Do you know what passion is?
Do you know what passion is? It’s when fire runs in your veins and ice in your eyes, When you seek to destroy everything you despise. It’s when you’re down with the Abaisse covered in grime, Both revolution and compliance at the same time.
Do you know what passion is? Passion is quickfire, Quick to live and quick to die.
Do you know what passion is? It’s everything and nothing, All knowing and yet walking blind. It’s safety and danger corrupting, The child of charm and terror combined. It’s a dangerous disease, degenerate and cruel, When you question whether the mind is in control or if it’s simply a tool.
Do you know what passion is? It’s when you paint the same face on many canvases of different size, Stroke after stroke of an unattainable prize. It’s golden hair and blue eyes and marble lips, The only survivor after a world-changing apocalypse.
It’s when flames burn too bright and too fast, And yet you wear your singed skin with pride. It’s that final step where you don’t expect to survive, It’s your Leader in Red, born to die. Do you know what passion is?
Do you know it
Do you know it
Do you know what passion is?
Are You High? || Poetry with too many words
"Are you high?" As a kite you want to say but don’t (it’d piss him off and you don’t want that) You settle for “at least I’m sober.” (not a lie you’d never lie, not to him) He sighs, “let’s get you cleaned up.” And pulls you to your feet off the cubicle floor
"What are you doing?" he asks and you cover the bag with your body (you don’t want him to see you like this) "Are you high?" You shake your head and he pulls you into a hug (and doesn’t it feel great to be loved) "This cycle has to stop baby, please try." You nod- “I’ll try.” (It won’t be a lie not this time.)
Well it was a lie but you tried so hard But your best was not enough and you find yourself seeking him out with track marks carved into your skin "Are you high?" There’s no malice in his words and you take comfort in them (you may be worthless but you take what you can) "You need help." (And you nod- he’s right you do.) The doctors give you more meds than you’ll ever need Round blue ones and square green ones once before mealtimes and twice before bed You question the side effects (and you question how more drugs will help a drug problem) "Are you high?" Of course you are - you’re on more pills than you’ve ever seen in your life. (But it’s worth it to see him smile)
It’s not the smack that kills you but the pills (your life should win an oscar) Side effects include: nausea, vomiting and increased risks of heart attacks (and surprise you didn’t see that one coming) He turns to the coroner, prepared to ask the question you know he’s dying to ask And it makes you happy to know the answer is the one he wants to hear "No sir, he wasn’t high."
Armas Jänku || 55 Words
Whispers say you’re untouchable with your painted face and pagan sacrifices.
They are afraid.
You aren’t. You know something they don’t.
You won’t resist Hel when he lifts you to salvation. Your time comes when it comes- but it’s not today.
You nod. Once. A shout. Twice. A bang. Three times.
The night comes alive.
'n Giwt Cwningen || 55 Words
The show is magical, legendary, unparalleled. Fingers scrabble at red ties, eyes squint at harsh lights.
“Are you alright?” She asks. Pearls glint off her neck, perfume fills the air. He nods, eyebrows furrowed, taking deep, steadying breaths. Everything’s wrong.
He hears the tapping of shoes against timber. A man announces his name. It’s showtime.
Hiroshima || 250 Words
Summer gives him of yellow flowers and hay fever. Of birds chirping and insects buzzing in and out of fields, switching between the gold of the grass and the blue of the sky. His fingers fly out as he catches one, the creature struggling in his grasp.
His mother is inside cooking and his dad is by the door, eyes glued to his newspaper. Curious, he approaches, but his father doesn’t notice him, not even when he lets loose the butterfly in his face. Instead he swats it away, grumbling, a frown etched on his face.
He hasn’t learnt to read, and he doesn’t understand what the pictures mean but even he knows not to disturb his father. Words escape his lips intermittently- death tolls and mourning and misery, but they mean nothing to him- and never will. His eyes scan the words absently in an attempt to imitate his father but his mind soon wanders.
It’s the fields that catch his interest once more. More alive than the cold black and whites of the paper, he can almost hear the colours calling to him. It’s by chance that he looks up into the sun. Only, it’s not. It, is a dark spot against the bright sky, a stain where there wasn’t one before. He’s confused. The creature is blinding but if he squints he can just make out the beginnings of a black blob getting bigger and bigger.
His arms stretch out to catch it. He watches it fall.
Such Recovery || 55 Words
The impact throws the woman across the road. Her face is irreparably damaged and blood crawls down her arms as they’re wrapped protectively around her stomach. The paramedic rushes over and tries desperately to save her. One two three… bzzzt! Her heart beats faster… slower… stops. Tears streak his face. One death. Two lives lost.
Life, Interrupted (Call, Disconnected) || Free Verse Poetry
The call came at three a.m They said to come to the hospital fast I said, why? And they said, You. They said there was an accident They said you were on your bike They said to come quickly They said you might not live through the night They said please don’t cry They said, they said, they said But all I heard was what you said I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
Hours ago Four if I’m to be exact Four hours thirty six minutes and twenty-five – twenty-six seconds You called and said those words I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
Every night Without fail You promised me You’ve always kept your promise All through high school and college And asshole bosses You kept your promise I’ll see you soon. Why break it now Why
I can almost pretend If the hospital were our bedroom And it’s bed our own That it’s Sunday morning And I’ve got early call But you don’t have to be up til eight. And I could give you a kiss Butterfly kisses And wait for you to wake But I know From the way you lie now You’re no longer a butterfly But a moth It’s not sleep you lie in For you lie like a corpse. Lie lie lie. You said you’d never lie to me I love you. I’ll see you soon.
You said you’d never lie to me So why. Sometimes all the time I pick up the phone One, two, three times The line is dead, like mosquitoes ringing in my ear But still it’s your voice I hear I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
But it’s grainy Like it’s thirty years old and covered in dust Black and white photographs Fuzzy with time But you’re not thirty You’re twenty-four And your smile I still see it clear as day But your voice…? I can’t. What’s wrong with me? I’m scared I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget.
A pistol sits in the drawer every night. You never knew it was there I did. I didn’t take it out though Because you were here I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll see you soon The night wasn’t so terrifying then. But now? You’re gone. Yet everywhere at the same time. And the night scares me more than ever.
Your clothes are scattered across the floor Letters addressed to you lie unopened on the table That’s not enough It’s still a lie.
I love you. I don’t want the things you own. I want you.
I’ll see you soon.
I try not to take it out But I might It’s the tide after all Strong and powerful, And I’m nothing but the leaky sea wall. You called me marble, you called me stone But I am not strong Maybe tonight, Maybe tomorrow, But not forever. I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
It’s a chant A mantra A replay of a game that just won’t stop Seven words Seven rounds You only need one to die Lies lies lies So many lies You promised not to lie I look at the pistol Trace imaginary lines into it’s lifeless side Metal is deadly I drop it. A cold brand upon my face Arms splayed Like Jesus upon his cross Do I want this? No, not just yet. I pull myself up People tell me to fight But I’m not sure I want to.
Maybe it’s time to let you go they say No I won’t Never. Place the muzzle against my throat Let it lick my skin with it’s fiery tongue Like cold brushes of death Fear Sparks Surging forward Faster and faster Up my spine to my brain The control centre But it doesn’t work Not anymore Hasn’t since that day Yesterday Or was it last week Last year I feel numb. Except when I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
You said you’d never lie to me I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
You said you’d never lie to me. And I won’t make a liar out of you.
Amant Vengeur || 150 Characters
A man walks into a bar. Owner asks
Got a problem? Wife tried to leave me. I stopped her. How? I’ll show you.
He lifts one red hand. The other raises a gun.
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*Because of formatting on Tumblr, by making the dialogue have an indent it makes the space a bigger, so by copy pasting it, word will read it as having more characters than it does. But if you retype it manually on Word with only one normal space in between, it is exactly 150 characters.
Paradigm || Poetry - Acrostic
If anyone had said you were attractive I’d be surprised Lovely? I’d snort but you’re not really worth it Of course you’d be the one, always the one, to Voice a bad idea, as if it’d be some kind of fun Enjoy it while you can (cause news flash- it isn’t). You don’t quite understand the concept Of glass half full instead of half empty Unanimously causing groans from our whole assembly
Sometimes I want nothing more than to slap you Oh wait, that’s all the time.
Maybe it would be different if you did more than simply sit in a corner Usually you have so, so much more to offer Can it be you don’t want to be here anymore? Because well, 'Here's' not gonna put up with you much longer.
In My Dreams We Sometimes Go Dancing || 250 Words
It’s June 1942, the day before the ships are sent off and you turn up on my doorstep with more drink in you than the chalices of sacramental wine in God’s Holy Church. And you’re dead off your feet and your world spins in fifty different colours that would normally be otherwise filled with black boots, brown collars and drab green berets stuffed messily into the closet. You tell me you love me and I tell you to sober up. You ask me to marry you and I tell you to put that ring back. You drag me in to dance and I pull away, telling you to clear that spittle off your shirt before your C.O sees you like that tomorrow. We’ll dance when you get back, I say. Your lips tug into a smile.
I can’t wait that long. Well you’ll just have to. Promise? I promise.
It was almost Christmas and isn’t that supposed to be a happy time? But no-I didn’t even have the chance to steel myself before the stamped K.I.A was seared into my brain- preserved in the same red ink it came in. It’s 2012 and I still can’t get through Christmas without waiting, wanting, wishing. I wish I said I loved you. I wish you’d slipped that ring on my finger. I wish for so much. But mostly I wish for dreams.
Cause in my dreams we do many things. Sometimes we smile, sometimes we laugh, but most times we go dancing.
A woman lies by the side of the road. Her face is damaged irreparably and blood crawls down her arms as they’re wrapped protectively around her stomach. The paramedic tries desperately to save her. One two three … thirty bzzzt! Her heart beats faster. Slower. Then stops. Tears streak his face. One death. Two lives lost.
If anyone had said you were attractive I'd be surprised Lovely? I'd snort but you're not really worth it Of course you'd be the one, always the one, to Voice a bad idea, as if it'd be some kind of fun Enjoy it while you can (cause news flash- it isn't). You don't quite understand the concept Of glass half full instead of half empty Unanimously causing groans from our whole assembly
Sometimes I want nothing more than to slap you Oh wait, that's all the time.
Maybe if you did more than simply sit in a corner Usually you have so much more to offer Can it be you don't want to be here anymore- Well 'Here's' not gonna put up with you much longer.
A grim man walks into a bar. Owner asks;
Problem? My wife tried to leave me. I stopped her. How? I’ll show you.
He raises a hand-it’s red. He draws a gun.
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