All of the crows are sleek and black
They look pristine and clean
Their formation is perfect when they fly
They exude an air of calm, confidence
All of them are sure of themselves
People mistake them for ravens
It doesn’t bother them, it’s a compliment
They strive to be the best, exceed the rest
The crows have no flaws; they are
The perfect murder....
(I turned it into a poem hehe)
Your violence came with no blood
No harm was set on us
No poison was unleashed
Your silence was loud
Your outbursts quickened
Your auburn stained face set the scene
The mileage she took to save you
For the news of you limited time
You set for higher goals-
Of greater destruction
You believe that the toxin would numb
That their words were wrong
“It won...
[𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏]
𝚃𝚆 ~ 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢
Imagine if you lived in a world where every hundred years there’s a major pandemic. Every hundred years there is a point in time where you are scared to leave your house and go outside. Every hundred years you are taught to live in fear until you forget about it. Or until one day every...
In Portland’s labyrinth of murals and food trucks,
where rivers carve paths through tech start-ups,
she threads through the city’s vibrant hum,
charting her course through urban myths.
Mornings strike with the punch of espresso,
Spotify’s basslines drumming in her core,
echoes of her dad’s cluttered studio,
where blueprints danced with dreams.
“Build with intent, live with passion,” he’d say,
his...
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was going to come to this. Tanya and I are just not the same, and one of us won’t survive the other. I’ve heard a saying that there’s room for us all. Well, that’s a lie, at least as far as she and I are concerned. The world is NOT big enough for both of us. The universe must choose.
Years ago, I would have agreed, though. As a teen who was an outsider...
A chance meeting
Again
The abrupt pass of each other in the crowd
I know that face so well
I think I could draw it from memory
You look at me with a pause
Probably just shock
As if you’ve been punched in the gut
Or maybe that’s just how it feels for me
With a tiny spark in your eyes
As if to say
There you are
The plesantries are made
The how are you’s
The casual I’m good’s
Then silen...
Something with such a gruesome dictionary definition could hardly be seen as something considered conscientious. Murder is something that mad men do when taking out their anger. I am not a mad man, but I sure as hell am angry. The last 20 years I have spent bent over at the knees for him. Giving him 5 beautiful children, cooking, cleaning, taking care of everything that should he done and yet I st...
Feeling, empty shelled.
My soul leaked out, unable to maintain form.
My butterflies come in the pain of a gut wrenching punch.
I can smile. I can laugh.
I’ve been stuck on the same mountain but somehow progressing.
Emotions shotguned.
Sad. Happy. Fine. Frustrated. Furious. Ashamed. Lonely…
A goal in sight.
One goal in mind.
Succeed....
Murder has never been pretty and never will be pretty. It is a gruesome thing that should be feared.
That being said, when murdering people is your job, you can work it done to a science.
Here’s the list of things I’ve learned as
1) Don’t play with your food. Just get it done.
2) Don’t do a background check. It makes you sad and unmotivated.
3)Always have a plan.
Remember murders isn’t pretty, bu...
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