Charlie May

This is just for fun, I don’t expect to be that good 😅 I hope someone likes some of what I do tho. :3

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Charlie May

This is just for fun, I don’t expect to be that good 😅 I hope someone likes some of what I do tho. :3

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Lost Socks

Charlie May

1 min read

“Finally!” I shouted to myself. I’d finally found my lost sock. I had been looking for it for God knows how long and it’s just here, on the table. Okay, whoever is playing a trick on me this isn’t funny. That was my favourite sock.

I sighed in relief. My 4-year-old’s sock. Me and my husband had been searching across the house all morning for this one stupid sock because he was refusing to wear a...

Fuzzy, Laughing Silhouettes

Charlie May

1 min read

“It’s easier this way,

It’s better for everyone,

It’s better for me,”

That’s what they say.

But I am not sure if I believe them.

Who knows how many lies they have told,

And how many they continue to say.

They keep me —

My “sick, fragile” body —

In this blurry bubble.

I wish I knew what they looked like.

They don’t tell me how to clean the film.

They don’t give me the correct supplies.

I can’t s...

Poetry

Beautiful Red Snow

Charlie May

1 min read

I had come to almost enjoy my job, although it was hard to during the deep snow of November. Most of the bodies had been buried in the snow which I had thought would mean I get the day off my snow melts, so I must bury them in the earth. Stupid, really. Today was abnormal however, the blood was yet to freeze and it was actually quite beautiful. The red seeped into the the deep snow in a mesmerisin...

The Necromancer (2)

Charlie May

1 min read

_(Part 2 of Beware)_

I had always thought of my Grandmother as backwards,

How she sang to the blackbirds.

She used to spend long times away,

But she would always come back with clay.

It would be painted with such intricate patterns,

That should only be on royal platters.

My mother told me to never mention Grandmother,

Others called her the Necromancer.

I was oblivious to the meaning,

Until I ...

Poetry

Fantasy

Don’t Come Back.

Charlie May

1 min read

‘Thank you. For nothing’ You had said.

‘For nothing’ You had said.

Nothing?

What is ‘Nothing’?

Was helping you learn to fly,

Nothing?

Was helping you reach the stars,

Nothing?

Please, I am curious.

Was helping you out of the dark caves,

Teaching you to walk once again,

Was it all nothing?

I would beg,

I would plead,

Down on my knees,

For you to come back to me.

For you to fall into my arms o...

Poetry

Romance

Orange Juice

Charlie May

1 min read

I had always been curious,

If Death gets time off.

Surely they must,

The work must be so tiring.

But who am I to judge?

I never went to talk to her.

We only ever made small talk,

She was too busy for anything else.

Maybe when they take breaks,

That’s when the miracles happen.

That’s when the near constant flow of souls,

Stop banging at my door.

In those spare moments,

I feel as though I have r...

Poetry

Fantasy

Soup

Charlie May

1 min read

She had never understood,

the concept of heroes and villains.

It confused her,

how could people be all good or all bad?

She viewed herself in the middle.

She was neither good nor bad.

She had done good,

She had done bad.

She didn’t want to end up in the centre,

Of all the trouble.

But for her,

It was inevitable.

As her lover,

She was what you would call a “hero”.

And wherever her lover went,...

Poetry

Romance

I Miss You

Charlie May

1 min read

_(TW/CW for suic1de and a kinda graphic description)_

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. Who knows how long it’s been since I was last here. The time passed so slowly it felt like an eternity. The long itchy grass strokes my jeans and the sea spray throws needles onto my face. The wind is cold, blowing inland, and spells of salt. It is quite refreshing. When I look down, ...

Mystery

Little Girls

Charlie May

1 min read

The little girls,

They never forget,

When you break their promises.

When you break their trust,

When you go back on your word,

When you break a deal.

‘Oh, but I couldn’t,

It was not possible to keep!’ —

You might respond.

And to that I say,

It is too late.

She will never forget.

You might brave broken something,

Something much bigger,

And worse than a promise.

However,

I hope you did not.

I h...

Poetry

Victory

Charlie May

1 min read

If you were to ask me —

Which you have —

What Victory were to taste like,

I would say blood.

Blood,

The blood of those,

Who fell because of you,

Because of what you wanted.

Blood,

The blood of your own heart,

That was spilled many times,

To achieve what you wanted.

You believed it was right,

You believed you were doing good.

But take a moment to reflect,

How much good did it bring?

What length...

Poetry