06 Tuesday Apr 2021
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2021, creative writing, earth sign, frustration, lurker, poems, poetry, you
If you knew
that there was someone out there watching you,
Would you wait for them to come forward?
Would you be angry
Because they were taking so long?
Would you wait until it became your new normal?
Would you be willing to take on the role
Of someone they have imagined?
Would you give up yourself for the toasts and white dress
To become his latest gadget?
13 Wednesday Jan 2021
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2021, ants and ankles and mimes, creative writing, disappointment, emotions, justice, karma, poem, poetic justice, poetry, wine
How easy would it be
To drown the feelings in red wine?
How many glasses would it take
To leave it all behind?
I don't agree with slanted limits
They set for us, those snakes,
Those fools,
What would it take
To break their spirits,
Destroy their grip,
Rewrite the rules?
Laugh all you want,
Your days are numbered,
There is a chart that karma keeps,
It's been two decades
I've grown stronger,
But you will wither in your sleep.
Ant has been biting,
Ankles cracking,
Mimes playing roles they can't sustain,
I've always thought
You were the good ones -
All you can do is hiss and feign.
01 Friday Jan 2021
Posted in Poetry
Tags
2021, creative writing, creativity, detachment, haiku, letting go, poem, poetry, tired
Tired of waiting games:
You, too arrogant or slow,
I, disillusioned.
22 Tuesday Dec 2020
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2020, acceptance, confidence, creative writing, creativity, crown, determination, I, me, poem, poetry, self, self love
I choose me.
Whatever the weather,
I am the one by my side.
I choose me.
Every journey ahead,
I am my own faithful guide.
I choose love.
For myself,
For everytime I fell down.
I choose me.
I am strong,
And I'm proud to be wearing my crown.
- M. B.
19 Saturday Dec 2020
18 Friday Dec 2020
07 Monday Dec 2020
Posted in Poems
Tags
2020, creative, creative writing, dreams, euphoria, fate, fate and destiny, haiku, love, soulmate
Content, waiting game
Distance, a matter of time
Love, eternal flame.
16 Sunday Mar 2014
Posted in Series 1, Short Stories
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2014, creative, creative writing, euphoria, faith, family, fantasy, fiction, identity, insomnia, letter, life, loneliness, love, people, poetic justice, rebel, revolution, short story, sister, thoughts
Hades International Centre
Persephone Road, HP6691
November 23, 2042
Dear Lizzy,
I hope you are well. I am not completely sure that this letter will find you, but since you left for Hades, I don’t know how to reach you otherwise, and this also might be the safest way to contact you.
We miss you, Lizzy. Darren misses you.
Things are drastically changing here on Ares. The government calls it a virus. They lock people up, so we’re trying not to attract unnecessary attention. Love is not a virus, Lizzy. It’s a revelation. If only you stayed, you would’ve witnessed magic in the eyes of your son. Darren asks me about you everyday. How long do you want me to lie to him?
Who am I kidding? I am angry with you! I feel the heat flushing through my body when I think of how you left us. You are my older sister and I need you now more than ever, Lizzy. I need you to come back to Darren and give him the motherly love he yearns for, because, this new world, Lizzy, where love is ruling, it’s completely different from everything we’ve known before.
I remember feeling unfinished as if they forgot to install a vital piece into the machinery that is my body. I used to watch people from the porch; I suffered from insomnia and fatigue. I was lonely and didn’t even see it. Then that rebel came out of nowhere. They call her the skyey emancipator. You should’ve heard of her – I am sure that her influence reached as far to the corners of our system as Hades. Now I know the meaning of euphoria, racing pulse and a fluttering in the stomach, yet I still can’t risk showing my true feelings.
Darren goes to school everyday. He seems to be doing fine, but some of the kids continue to tease him because of his red hair. I tell him that his mother is the most beautiful redhead on the planet. He just laughs. I guess if Darren where a girl, he would appreciate this more.
On the serious note, I am a little scared for our future. The radio was disabled last night. The government’s spies are eavesdropping on phone and video calls. Life as we know it doesn’t exist anymore. Wherever the revolution leads the world, I strongly hope that at some point it would make us cross paths with you.
I wish for you to come back to your family, Lizzy.
Take care,
Faith
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