From my place on the balcony, the ball seemed small, irrelevant. Yet it was the largest gathering of kingdoms in years. Royals from all over the continent came to socialize and meet for everything from military meetings to courting. Though there where many, all eyes where on King Adrien of Gathe, the hosting kingdom. He had recently ascended the throne after his mother, the queen, died unexpected...
I feel guilt
Over the silliest things
Like I don’t deserve
What my world brings
An odd example
Is Harry Potter
And how I never read the books
But still love the wizarding world
Another example
Is how much time I spend with friends
I know they love me
But I still believe our time will soon end
Yet another thing
Is the music I listen to
Do I love this artist enough,
To be considered a fan?
An...
I’m not like Robin Hood. I don’t steal from the greedy rich just to give to the helpless poor. I stole from a modest florist with zero remorse. But I stole for my daughter. I stole because she was dying.
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“Daddy?” Tessie called from her place on the straw mattress in our shack. Her voice was so weak, so small. It made my heart ache. She was only nine, still a little girl. How I wished I could ...
I can’t look at the sun
For it’s far too bright
Its rays will burn
And bite at my sight
So I squint my eyes
Maybe put on some glasses
And hope the lights
Show of power soon passes
I’ll wear a hat
Change my clothes
So the sun cant see
Im not like her
My glasses fall
And my eyes burn
For every ray
Hurts my skin
And as I peel it away
The hurt seeps within
So I’ll panic again
And hide be...
Dreams are born
And nightmares fester
Under the cover of night
Songs are sung
And humns are chanted
Under the cover of night
Stories are written
And books are read
Under the cover of night
Mirrors are looked
And tears are shed
Under the cover of night
Hair is tugged
And skin in torn
Under the cover of night
Hearts are touched
And love is wrought
Under the cover of night
Monsters are reveal...
(I’m just using this prompt to get an idea down, so the poem has nothing to do with it.)
Sometimes I feel
Like a pencil
With no eraser
I’ll scribble down
My words
Only to see the wrongs later
I say and do
Things without thinking
Hopeing I don’t do something I shouldn’t have
Then when I later look
And see what I’ve done
Do I realize the wrong
And when I realize
I try to erase
And fix what ...
I’m really just using this prompt to journal something I’ve been thinking about, but I still will include the prompt because I think it’s a good metaphor.
I was just scrolling on my phone when I saw it. Someone’s pain posted to the world, but seen by less than ten. They said how they were suffering, how they didn’t want to be here anymore. It hurt to read. But what really broke my heart was that...
Roes are red
Violets are blue
That’s the only rhyme
Us in the third grade knew
Our teacher said
To write a poem
That we’ll present on Friday
And then go home
I’m excited for home
Because I’m sick of school
Math is tough
And multiplication is too new
When I’m home from school
I’ll eat a snack
Because the food at school
Is just disgusting, which nothing rhymes with
But after I eat
I’ll go outsid...
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Adrien asked me. I had swiftly kissed him hello then proceeded to push past him, making for the kitchen.
“I killed someone.” I said, my voice devoid of any sarcasm.
He narrowed his eyes at me, laughing nervously. “What do you mean you’ve killed someone?”
“I’m dead serious babe. We need to get moving, I’ve packed your bag.” I lifted the lose floor board I had mad...
My words are not meant
For prying eyes
For the eyes would burn
If they find what my words disguise
That treacherous ocean
From my last haiku
Isn’t what you think
My ocean isn’t really blue
That souring bird
With wings aflame
That’s me away from this world
That’s me playing my own game
My flowers wilting
And born of the night
They aren’t really flowers
They’re not for mere sight
The stories o...