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jdmaraccini Jul 2013
Something strange in the air flashed silver and red,
I jumped as a plane flew towards our building.
At that moment time moved in slow motion,
faces in the pilots' window looked unwilling.
I saw a man with arms widespread,
and another with hands in prayer.
Then the sober reality that everyone near me,
including myself, would soon be dead.
At that moment I felt no emotion
then everything sped up like a silent movie.
First I was jolted by a massive explosion,
then a ball of fire, and an ear-crushing scream.
The room ignited into a kaleidoscope painting,
then all I could remember was falling to my knees,
then dropping like a rock through chaos and commotion,
a flash of red light, then everything turned green.

Darkness
terrible darkness
I could feel no more,
I could not hear or see,
all I saw was blackness,
I could barely breathe.
Every breath was painful,
so very painful.
I am slipping into a dream,
no matter how hard I try
I can not speak,
I could only listen
to the faint sound,
the faint sound
of my last
heartbeat.
© JDMaraccini 2013
jdmaraccini Jul 2013
Sitting by herself on the roof of a building a little girl stood up and tossed a penny over the ledge. As it plummeted to the earth she raised her head and marveled at the beautiful sky. Then she walked back inside and laid on her bed then heard the sounds of sirens. She looked out her window to the streets below and wondered what in the world could be happening. People were gathering and cars were honking so she headed down to watch the show. She took the elevator down to the lobby, stepped outside onto the bustling street, then looked up at the ledge where she was sitting.
Directly in front of her, a crowd was hovering over a body lying on the concrete. There was blood everywhere and people were crying as the paramedics arrived at the scene. Someone began anxiously describing that they witnessed a horrible thing. "The poor man was innocently walking, then something small fell from the sky, hitting him on the head killing him instantly." She looked up at the ledge in shock and disbelief then stepped back inside and ran through the lobby. She took the elevator back to the roof and walked to the ledge of the building. "That man is dead because of me, what have I done? This can't be happening! How can you **** a person with a penny? I guess gravity can be unforgiving, this isn't real, I have to be dreaming, am I still on my bed quietly sleeping? I guess we'll find out there's no time for grieving! — she frantically thought to herself. She then reached in her pocket, then leaped off the ledge, with a handful of pennies she waved goodbye to the world.
© JDMaraccini 2013
jdmaraccini Jul 2013
The year was 1751. The night was darker than normal, the moon was covered by clouds. A woman's scream echoed off the trees,
a pack of wolves began to howl. In a cottage near the old road, Ciadentria held her aunt's arm tightly. With watery eyes and hands covered in blood, the room was lit by the candle glow.

Aunt Mesodeni looked up and said excitedly.

"Congratulations! You have three healthy boys! You must be proud!"

Triplets were born that night. Ciadentria looked at the three innocent faces and whispered.

"My enlightened ones, welcome to your brand new life."

Then gasping for air Ciadentria held her babies close to her chest then slowly closed her eyes. Moments later the proud mother of three drifted away and died.

With flowing tears, Mesodeni put a sheet over Ciandentria. She then looked at the beautiful children and noticed each of them had a birthmark on the back of their lower necks.

"Sweet babies your momma is gone, but I am here. I name you Vini, Vidi, and Vici."

Then she lifted them up wrapped them in blankets and laid them in a wooden crib.

"Oh Ciadentria how we miss you already, I promise to give them a glorious life."

She kissed her forehead pulled over the sheet then blew out the candlelight.

The End
© JDMaraccini 2013
jdmaraccini Jun 2013
I am not a poet nor a mathematician, I did not major in science,
I majored in bad decisions, at least one I can call my own.

I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living,
we're all going to die my friends, I plan to die alone.

I am an artist through and through,
from each creative incision my hate for them consumes.
I have grown more lethal; I have become incurable,
I am a hideous villain this time I'm keeping score.

I pity the weak have you not heard of me,
if you have then you're a nobody too.
Cause I love to dwell with misfits, those who feel what I feel,
the glass is not half empty, the glass is definitely full.
It’s filled with poison for us to consume,
so, we embrace our world until our lives are doomed,
to the point, we can ****, to the point we feel terribly ill,
but before they **** us, we point our pen and spill.

And yet with blood I cry as the words keep on giving,
every single worthless day until the story ending.
Dear, world have you heard of me? I am the next great villain,
this is just the beginning as my words keep spilling.

One morning the rain fell over my head then time stood still,
that is when I realized how important the rain is.
That is when I realized time never stands still, it moves slowly.
Then it hit me, my words aren't ignored my words are lethal,
I figured it out some time ago but most of you have no clue,
a poetic death is wonderful as long as we set the mood.

I am a misfit; I bleed words for a living,
from each creative incision, you become a misfit too.
JDMaraccini
2013
jdmaraccini Jun 2013
Some crave to sever a vein
and aim a red stream in the bathroom stall.
There's no shame in a ruthless squabble,
actions speak louder in a ****** brawl.
Practice makes perfect when you write your name
in crimson color on your best friend's wall.

What goes up must break down,
we're all going to die eventually
Do you want to live forever?
What goes up must look down,
with eyes of sincere empathy.
Love is a baby strangled and drowned,
then covered in lies for society.

Love, oh love how deaf and dumb
you are to the fact most people lie.
After all, is said and the betrayal done
I stand my ground as you take my life.
I keep this promise safe and sound,
no more furious tears to pry.
A life of death and romance,
I leave my thoughts then die.

To those who circle back around
and still, I speak so honestly.
Heavy is the humble crown,
there's no time for arguing.
I work best when feeling down,
and in the end, you're just like me.
What goes up must come down,
death and romance, pound for pound,
you made the cut I made the sound,
love becomes the enemy.
JDMaraccini
2013
jdmaraccini Jun 2013
I bleed into my pen
and leak my sorrows on the pages.
I shudder from the movement
underneath my broken skin.
They bite me, they eat me,
they **** me from within.
They crawl so subtly
these monsters in my body
who feast upon my sin.
© JDMaraccini 2013
jdmaraccini May 2013
Standing in a room painted red, staring at a book on a table. There are no windows, there are no doors, a light swings from a rusty cable. Music plays through the walls, voices speak through the floor, a chill runs down my neck, I spun around, tripped, then landed on the floor.

The air was sweet, the sand was warm, the water splashed our feet. Walking on the beach the waves began to form, two became a beautiful three, then time brewed a terrible storm. Then she flinched with gritted teeth and in her eyes a look of scorn. Then she turned her back on me, her halo turned into horns. Then she vanished from the dream leaving the sky broken and torn.

The book slammed shut and the room began to shake, then a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows, and walked over to where I lay. Then a door appeared on the red wall, and the cloaked figure stepped outside. He was holding a sword in his left hand, and a list of names in his right. The cloaked figure smiled at me then vanished out of sight.

Standing in a room painted red, staring at a book on a table. There are no windows, there are no doors.

I must be dead.
© JDMaraccini 2013
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