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Coal Black HeartMaybe if you didn't call me
--Excuse the language here,--
A slut or a whore or a prostitute
On a daily basis, I would like you.
Maybe if your glare wasn't so
Accusing, judgemental, stone cold
I would open up to you and
Love you for once.
You ask me every single day if I
Love you like a good sister should,
And I think the answer should be
Obvious behind my lie.
I tell you, of course
I love you with all my heart
Inside, my heart is screaming at you
Telling you how much I hate you.
A Sip of Pity for MyselfDespair sits heavy in my stomach
And I'm not quite sure why yet
It's heavy and dark and greasy
Like a riverstone coated in algae
It coils and spins like lies
In my stomach, it is a bundle
Of baby snakes yearning for me
To spit them up and set them free
Despair sits heavy in my stomach
And I want to fall asleep when
My head is telling me story
After story of of horrible pity
How to Grow a PoemTo write a poem is a challenge
But here are some easy steps
There is no fear in dark black text
Across your computer screen.
Step one, take a deep breath,
What you're about to see can be scary.
Step two, open your eyes,
Crack by crack let the sunshine into your head.
Step three, let your mind speak up,
It has an opinion too on what you're seeing.
Step four, remember things about the world,
You never know what may spark a train of words.
By now you'll have a sticky handful
Of sugary sweet words and phrases
So carefully place them on your paper
And whisper, It's alright,
Because lets face it.
We hate our own work.
I Am A HumanI am Human
I am a complex being made of flesh and bone
Blood rushes through my every vein like a race track
I am made of cells that named themselves
I am Human
I am made of the same materials as stars
Whether it is the ones who fly high in the sky
Or walk down the red carpet with flashing cameras.
My building blocks are complex and joint together with certainty.
I am Human, and I like it that way.
Fame is a bottled Poison..I suppose I got my rockstars
Of the artist community by seeing that they have
More than my lesser experience.
More work done
More time served in this eternal cell block of fighting to find beauty
But even so they have less
They have lost friends
Lost love as they searched for the person that was truly them all along
So maybe I should stop comparing me to them
Stop comparing the sapling to the tree
And look more at how they were born:
Living and aspiring to grow.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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