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the nevergirlyou didn't believe in growing
up or growing old with someone
because you always confessed it
would be so much more magical
to stay young with them forever
you had the map of neverland
branded in your bones and
sometimes i swear i could hear
those little lost boys howling
and running through your spine
i cried the day you realized
peter wasn't coming and that
you would never learn how to
fly but let's face it, staying
young was never apart of the plan
but you found a way to not
grow up and i wish you hadn't
because now you are a shadow,
never growing and leaving every
night just because something else
wasn't bright enough for you
i was never good at starting these things
did you know some flowers
only open at night?
they must not be very afraid
of the dark
i wish i could say the same
i can't light my candle anymore,
maybe it's telling me
that i should stop trying
i didn't really like that blister
on my thumb anyways
i noticed that my veins
were the same color as the ocean
and i made myself bleed
my veins lied and blood is red, not blue
i guess i just thought i was different
i wish you could read these
i don't know how to write anymore
and i always knew this would happen sometime.
but god why now?
i still haven't figured out what i wanted to say
this will be my last letter to you
and i thought i'd let you know
that i will never know what i wanted to say
i was never really good at ending these either
she didn't believe in anything but cigarettesmy mother tells me not
to cry over spilled milk
but it makes it so much
easier to forget about
the bloody bird laying
dead on the bathroom tile
we're all a little impatientit's 6:04 in the morning and i'm
still sucking on life savers until
the roof of my mouth goes raw; i
guess they're not doing their job
very well because there's a single
knock on my door and i know the
devil doesn't like to wait
wendy was the lucky onedrowned by somber
in a sea of atramental
"black as November,"
my mother said
he went peacefully
in his sleep, they wept
17 is too young
for the hands of death
but death reached anyways
i knew why he kept
his window open in
below zero temperatures
and let the cold in
i wonder if his tears
froze to his cheeks
hide and seekeveryone looks to the stars
but maybe if we focused more
on the grains of sand
beneath our feet we might
just find something a little
we shouldn't be so afraid of deathi waited for death to wrap his
frail hands around my neck and
feed me to the unknown
but he just took my hand, fingers
laced between my own
i'm afraid i'm easy to forgetthis flower just hasn't
bloomed and yet you still
stick around waiting
to see if it is just as
beautiful on the inside
but darling i'm only scared
that when the day comes
that i bare my soul
you will see that it just
wasn't what you were
asthmaand i remember the ground
a supernova; of
dead lungs and oxygen wasted on me
and i remember being scared
and i remember asking why because
when you're young answers come without a price
you told me it was because he thought
i would be strong enough to live through it
and i remember believing you
but how could you be so wrong
The Avengers in Rhyme SPOILERSThe Avengers (In Rhyme)
There was a time when the world faced disaster.
The Tesseract a powerful energy source,
Brought the Asgard Loki who thought himself master.
He sought to rule the human race for vengeance by force.
So it was, a response team was advocated;
Of the world's greatest heroes,
An idea called the Avengers Initiative, reactivated.
Things started off in disarray,
Selvig and Barton were compromised.
Loki was captured but then things went astray,
Tony and Rogers seemed disorganized.
The demigod Thor had unfinished business,
He freed the captive and tried to reason.
His brother, however offer no forgiveness.
Now Iron Man didn't like his stuff being taken,
And had a plan of attack.
He left Captain America forsaken,
For which he had a knack.
Thor was no easy target even for Stark,
But still had the nerve to call him Shakespeare in the park.
"Does mother know you weareth her drapes?" he said.
The two exchanged blows, head to head.
Rogers put an end to the fight,
And the three r
SonnetMy world has gone ahead and left me here
To keep myself awake through lonely nights.
I cannot help but wonder, wait, and fear;
And fight between the weights of wrong and right.
Warmth has left, and in it's place --a shiver
Now keeps me from the realm of blessed sleep.
You were once my strength, but now I quiver,
For when you left you took with you my peace.
So my heart will try to beat --but faintly.
I'll sit in patience 'waiting your return.
The life I felt before --a distant mem'ry.
With every breath I take I feel the burn.
I made the choice to love and set you free --
Embracing hope, I wish you back to me.
I Want to Get Out of HereI think I have grown in the shape of a square
That is the shape of my box.
My feet at my chest and my hands in my hair
bound with no keys and no locks.
Inside my box is cramped and tight,
And when I breathe it rattles.
During the daytime I see no light
In here I fight no battles.
My breath is stale and my hair is tangled,
All I know is the dark.
I fear that I am horribly mangled
From living conditions so stark.
I want to get out and see the ocean
For there is a world to see:
The sun and the moon and the stars in motion
All laid out for me.
Being stuck in a box is bad, I believe
For my muscles and my bones
But my body might fall apart if I leave:
This box is all I know.
In here I feel little sorrow or pain
Inside and out I'm numb.
I feel not the wind, nor the cold, nor the rain
In silence, I am dumb.
A terrible ache settles deep in my soul
Past limbs twisted far back
Shut away from the world, I can never be whole:
All that is living, I lack.
"How hateful, how horrid this box is!" I crie
Fantasy Writing Prompts
Fantasy Writing Prompts
2.The monster under the bed
3.Falling in love with your food
4.A friends unusual pet
5.Getting something you don't have the money for
6.Lost on your birthday
7.The haunted tavern
8.Cursed with the morphing ability
9.Troubles of a bard
10.Childhood toy turns out to be secret artifact
12.Selling invisible armor
13.Friend bets they can pick up any species at the bar
14.A stranger explains how they have a replica of your weapon
15.A childhood story comes to life
16.Finding a teleporter spell/device
17.Learning a new alphabet
18.Something trying to eat you without provocation
19.Hearing a bard sing your tale
20.A failed adventurer
21.A rulers pet peeve punishment
22.Battle victory music
23.You'll never believe this!
24.A confrontation with innerself
25.Getting a zombie slave for a present
26.You receive a talisman with adverse effects
28.One of your items causes a riot
29.The bigger they are, the harder they
the endi love you
you hate me
i'm giving up on us
on the count of three
i close my eyes
and blow out the candles
with the wish
that we stay as friends
that's when you lean over
and kiss me
i get to four
realizing this isn't over
there is quite a lot more
a little more
(or maybe we'd just go broke).
this isn't something i can
sweat or starve out of me,
i'll have to write and it will
see i've often thought about
placing my head in the pestle
and mortar, i wonder if i could
grind out the hell inside, become
a red pulp on the worktop, and
even the oven keeps tutting at me,
it's so easy, just open the door
stick your hand in, feel his forked
tongue on your palm,
orange lover, you
and it's true
that the dead are never really
silent, they grunt and they groan
in their damp soil sheets,
toss and turn over
(fill the bath with water, and just drop me in it)
Sonnet 4 for my grandmother
Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lilt
toward my lap, hold me until the room
becomes a slowing top. They fall the way
she falls. The dark blends calmly into gray.
i love you because you existjust two little boys
playing with matches,
they started a spark i
could feel in the
pit of my stomach and baby
are tongues are like daggers;
each time we kiss it's
a sword fight i can never
quite win but there's still
something beautiful about the
way you call me princess.
maybe it's because you make
it believable or maybe it's
the way this wildfire
is devouring my being,
leaving nothing but a desire
for the way you hold me
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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