Writing Prompt

Rayburn

If my parents never died in that fire, would I have ever met Oswald?

I think so.

Even if I did grow up with my parents, loved and adored by the people who created me, I think I would have met Oswald down my path.

Maybe I would be going on a trip one day when I grew older. Maybe I would go into Smallerville just to see the historic place.

Then I would see him—he would probably be working on his farm if he’d never met me—strongly built, mixed skin bulging with muscle, reddish hair curling and shining with the intention of catching your attention and keeping it.

Maybe he would sense me, sense my alike presence and turn to me. Out eyes would lock, our hearts would race. We would know then that we were meant for each other.

But maybe, since we’d never met before that period, he would be engaged to Ann Marie. Knowing him and the way he acted to her advances when we were together, he would find a way to end their relationship in the most pain. Not on purpose, of course, just because he knew no other way.

Then we would talk, we would grow to love each other. By this time I would have been introduced to the magic community and gained many friends and acquaintances. I would have had a nice public life and an equally wonderful home.

Maybe, being the bright, outgoing young man I was, I would invite him to my home one night. Maybe we would undergo some activities with the touching of skin. Maybe that would be the day that Oswald would never want to leave me.

We would be happy with our life. I would meet Oswald’s family, I would make him a fitted part of my life. There is no other way, no other path, except the one with us together.

Because no matter the changes in our decisions or life itself. Fate knows what is to be done, and it makes it so.

So even in reality, with me as the shell of the rude, shy, sarcastic boy I was before, broken from the boy I had loved by my own relative and my own choice, I know that somehow, in some strange way, Oswald would find me again.

Even if it took years.

Even if it took us till death.

Because I love him, and even though I broke his heart, I’m sure he loves me.

I know he does.

(_Now I know it’s not really a poem 🙂‍↕️ but come on…. You can’t help but love my angst—but equally hopeful—skinny boi! _ __ Anyways, thanks for reading this and have a wonderful day! 💙)

I left heaven to follow his shadow. A ghostly sneer spread across his black eyes. I fell victim to the darkness he bled; now I'll never know peace in my soul... I thought I'd escaped from that shadow. As he lomed inside of my brain. I gave him gifts, of money and tears; seems I'll never know peace again... He kept magic inside of his rhymes. Hexes and vexes in his hands. I left heaven to follow that shadow. Down to hell is where I belong...

• HMG

Seven billion people Infinite possibilities What are the chances, the luck that the world brought me To you?

You needed me and I needed you I loved you the first second we met In your arms I knew I was safe

Some may say that nothing is easy, Nothing works out perfectly But with us, it has It’s that simple.

Life gave me you You gave me my life Everything I achieve Everything that I have Is because of you

Through every step You are there to support me Motivate me Inspire me Love me

I don’t believe in fate Not in destiny or predetermined paths But I’m lucky for every decision that led you to me It was chance But it wasn’t chance that I love you

Is my fate to love you? Is my fate to know you? Is my fate to only befriend you?

The buzzing won’t stop I can’t fucking sleep What is this curse

The thoughts keep bubbling up It’s making my one brain cell For the night Burn Explode Deconstruct I don’t know!!!

MAKE IT FUCKING STOP please That’s all I ask

It’s like a game of cat and mouse But the roles reverse so often I don’t know What’s happening right now

I want you to respond to me But you don’t I know why Because you’re.. I don’t know why actually

But if you’re really there.. Please, please.. Please..just like this piece That will leave me SOME Reassurance

🖤 “I’d take you to war buddy.. But I wouldn’t trust you with a penny.”

Despair, created hatred in my heart that one could not fathom. The devil had a hold of me, telling me I know what hell feels like. Wrapped in anguish & unable to leave, life held me for ransom. A powerful hold over me, defenceless & incapable to give a fight. With no more hope remaining, I questioned if fate is given at random. No faith in my path, If I left this world would it somehow be right?

Time, seemingly, Is just never to stay. Times a true beauty, Awoke upon a bay.

Fate shall live on, No matter the loss. So allow dawn, Be a time of thoughts.

Time waits for none. Mazes lead you astray. It won’t stand patiently, During a horrible day.

So, if wishes fell like rain, Then certainly I am a storm. For when hope rekindles, You find, reform.

There once was a diviner of fate Who had an epiphany too late Whether to cut, count, or spin A mortal’s thread, Thick or thin Makes no difference once you consider the weight

I did dance with fate one summers night. 'Round the flames and fire lights. His wistful words wast warm and true, his hands on mine with shoe to shoe.

Grass did brush us by breeze did sway our moves. Drunk on his eyes, mine hands did remove.

“Till we spar again in moonlights kiss” he did whisper in the silent bliss.

And fate hadst listen yond very day, for I can see that gent on display.

In the ballroom floor I take mighty chance and walk up to him for fate owes me a dance.

Skip trippin’ down a rabies slide. Where hell hounds becomes cool cats, when nooses are to be tied. One by one by one they snarl stand and stare. As the demon dogs quick zip by, ready to kick out the chairs...

-HMG

In a bustling bar, fate played its game, Where I met a cowboy, with a heart aflame. His smile shone bright, kind and true, And in that moment, my heart knew.

We laughed, we talked, our spirits soared high, As if the world conspired to bring us nigh. But alas, destiny had a different plan, For he belonged to another woman's hand.

Yet, something about him stayed in my mind, A playful spark, impossible to bind. He danced with rebellion, broke the rules, On the contract that bound him, creating whirls.

A fridge adorned with promises they made, But his heart yearned for a different trade. Though with her he stayed, his eyes wandered free, For deep inside, he knew it should be me.

So I held onto hope, like a shooting star, Dreaming of a future where we'd be, not far. Patiently waiting, as time slowly passed, Praying that our destinies would align at last.

For fate is a trickster, a game it plays, But sometimes it bends, in mysterious ways. It whispers secrets, untold and unseen, Unraveling the tapestry of what might have been.

So let the cosmos dance, let stars align, As I cherish memories, both yours and mine. For in this playful poem, love's tale is told, A timeless reminder of hearts ever-bold.

And who knows, my dear, what lies ahead, In the realm where dreams and fantasies tread. But until that day arrives, I'll hold onto faith, That love will prevail, despite time's wraith.

So let the cowboy wander, for now with his love, But may destiny guide him, the stars high above. And in the end, when all is said and done, May it be me, the chosen one.