I found myself writing your name because I have always preferred alliteration to rhyme.
I prefer alliteration because beginnings are always exciting, passionate, and full of life, and endings are always a brown shade of autumn.
Spring is a lover whose hands were cut in war but never failed to gently trace the lightening strokes so called stretch marks
Spring is a lover who would build his tongue a hand, and leave me in awe because hands grab but tongues grasp.
I hope your lover never falls short of using her tongue the way a poet uses his.
I hope you find meaning between the folds of her body.
I hope her kisses taste like your favorite words.
I hope she helps you see the free verse that you are; full of alliteration, and with no rhyme.
I am wasting my time on someone who does not even love me. But it is hard to move on so easily. So many memories that I just don't want to let go. And I am dumb for writing this.
But I know I'll get over it.
I have lost many and gained nothing in my kingdom of ice and hate. Succession to the throne would merely seal my fate.
You can't love, you can't dare show weakness or they will descend upon you like flies to the dead.
There are those who once bowed in reverence that would gladly take your head.
I sit and play this game, a game of blood and war.
There are days I start to forget what it all has been for.
We serve them pawns of flesh and they sing songs of sorrow.
Mourning the dead can wait till tomorrow.
I count the days until I may see your face again.
I wonder yet, if you will forgive me, my greatest sin.
Will you hold me once more in your warm embrace?
Will you smile at me despite the pain you face?
If I could rip out this heart,
show you it beats only for you.
Would you tear it apart?
Or could we start anew?
Until I sit upon the throne, I can never truly atone.
You will never be free from winter's grip.
I cannot afford to slip.
To become what I despise,
I must play into their game of lies.
Become the King they want of me.
So I can drown them in their treachery.
When that day comes, my love, I can finally set you free.
This was actually loosely based on a character I developed for a story. I was writing in his perspective.
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My computer wrote this all by itself... Stupid, I know, but I can't help but like it!
Do not drink and drive for the beauty day.
I say no to drink and drive, reach home Safe.
I say no to drink and drive, reach them Safe.
I ‘m so responsible, l say no to DD for the beautiful day.
I wish you a happy day, do not drink and drive for the beauty day.
You will be lucky if your journey will end up in jail.
Make it happen (arrive alive), I wish there will be no bail.
(Let’s auction the car), l say no to DD for the beautiful day.
Friends don’t let friends drink and drive for the beauty day.
Better drive home to drink, but to DD I say no in our lane.
Please let’s be responsible, let’s reach them safe.
Let’s respect each other for the beautiful day.
Do not make our day too bad, there will be no room to explain.
Let’s all celebrate for the beauty day, let’s all end the day safe.
Written by –The Senior 28/08/2017
I'm Responsible (The 14)
Girls my height are supposed to be petite
Skinny and proportional
When I would read seventeen magazine and they would show the best outfits for your body type
Mine was never on there
Not big enough to be curvy
Curvy girls in magazines were curvy all over
and average height
The petite girl wasn't supposed to have curves at all
The petite girl was thin
The petite girl could wear anything
Why can't short girls have *******?
Because when we do, we're a fetish
And for some reason, when you fit a fetish people assume you're there for them.
"I like short girls because you can pick them up when you ****."
"Short girls don't have to get on their knees."
"Can you **** my **** standing up?"
"A C cup on a short girl is like a DD on a normal girl.”
“I like ******* short girls because I can really take control.”
My mom always criticized me for wanting to dress slutty
And it broke my heart because I never wanted to look slutty
I just wanted to wear what my skinny friends could wear
And sometimes it's hard when you can't find high waisted shorts that cover your *** all the time, even right after you stand up from sitting in the car for 30 minutes and they rode up a little, but a little on you is a lot because you don't have a flat *** like all of your friends do, but you can't go a size up because then they're too big and they still don't give you the coverage that at first your mom wanted for you but that you now want yourself because you can feel the heat of people staring because girls like you shouldn't wear those kinds of shorts, and at parties they think it's okay to touch if it's not covered, and you've been in this H&M for 3 hours and nothing fits you like it does that tall, pretty girl with the A cups in the fitting room next to yours,
But how could my mom know that
At 5 ft 4, she weighed 98 lbs on her wedding day
You can wear anything when you look like that
I suppose it sounds better out loud
When I sobered up I found out who my true friends were. All the parties in the dark once the lights came on it was over. The music bass gave my heart emotions set the mood. Drinking made boring people interesting. The hardest part was making a connection. The fear of being alone but learned to enjoy my company be by myself. I found without alcohol I was not able to connect or relate. Found out if they are my crowd they are not my people.
Club life was fun but black out memories make it hard to remember. I loved the life but it didn't love me back. Being sober made it less appealing. Tried to do a good deed and be the DD it was not fun taking care of drunk idiots. Eventually stopped going out finding new ways to enjoy life