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The Javelin

I feel as though a javelin has impaled me, from my back. But the thing is though, that the javelin's invisible and if you hide it well enough, the blood is too. The trick is to walk on like before, as if life couldn't be better, with your head held high even though it hurts, even though you want nothing more than to collapse and cry out your pain. That you want nothing more than to ask some seemingly kind stranger to take out the javelin and dress your wounds. But I think that when it pierced through my flesh, it impaled my heart as well. It's lifeless now, blood running dry from its vessels, my body left to live on only pain and miserable tortures.

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The Dark Empress

She was born with a purpose to create, But the stars spoke of a prophecy; That she would leave destruction in her wake.

Born under the moonlight, Her eyes as dark as the night, Her innocence went alight, Led astray from her painless life.

Tortured, hunted and betrayed she was, Couldn’t find a soul who would see who she really was; Depressed she ran away, Found the dark to understand her dismay. Comforted by it subtle warmth, It led her to her kingdom’s silver porth.

She grew more knowledgeable by the day, Till she was able; To rule the land where the dead stay.

Many came to try and conquer her land, But when they came, They met their end, with no accolade; By a touch of her hand, Their bodies turned to little more than grains of sand.

She wasn’t evil, just deeply misunderstood, Only the dark knew she was still good; None knew the pain she endured, Abandoned at birth, Barely found anything to fill the dearth.

She found solace nevertheless, The dark with her, Made her The Dark Empress.

The Thimble of an Elf

I wear a thimble to protect me from blows I can't see the enemy, But I got to fight anyway I suppose.

My thimble's a bit battered Worn down by old wounds I might need to get a new one Till then this will do.

My kingdom depends on me I guess so, Haven't heard from them in many moons.

I fight, waving about a needle I feel the enemy's presence They wonder why I haven't given up hope.

I cut down through a couple of bushes And there are the foes standing tall They don't look all that scary Just a bit tired, that's all.

I recognize them I think I've heard their voices before I take off my thimble Strangely soothed by their song.

They say they're my demons Trying to help me find a better end I believe them For they are my only friends.

They accept me, make me feel safe, So much so, without my thimble I still feel brave.

I don't think I'll go back to the kingdom For the foes are now my friends No matter what someone says I'll stay with them till the end.

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Blood on my hands

Her blood is on my hands I don't remember what happened last night All I see is a foggy glow All I hear is a shriek.

Her blood is on my hands I feel a weight on my chest My eyes are flooding I can't stop crying

A stone cold wall is against my back I can see my writings on the walls I see blood on my hands Even if it's not there at all.

I feel so confused and crazed And I'm running into walls So the blood that's on my hands Isn't yours.

I can't hear you Everything's fuzzy I see in black I see in blue On my hands a scarlet hue.

I finally wake from my bed Sweating through my clothes I can't see you I can't see you lying there But there's still blood on my hands Then I see the bruises on my hands

Then I realize With tears in my eyes And a pain in my head That it's all mine.

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Hilo, this poem's a bit darker than my usual ones -it's a fictional/poetic expression of trauma. So, if it feels too much, pls stop reading and do something silly, like pretend you're a chicken 🐔 💛

A Doggy in the Balcony

There’s a doggy in the balcony, And there is a lovely book in front of me. Why should I pay attention to thee, When it will only result in misery.

The warmth of the bark, loud and clear, Stopped the busy workers, to shed a tear, Stopped the ramblings of an eccentric seer, Let a smile play on the lips of a friend most dear.

The young pup’s bark so joyful and lively, Hints a break from despair, A ray breaking from a bank of clouds, Oh so slightly.

The doggy in the balcony, And the book in front of me, Makes our lips turn up and smile, Smile a smile so lovely.

You are loved still

Years and years are passing by Older days look more sweet Underneath a spotlight, you feel so empty.

A day barely passes without tears like Rivers streaming down your face Everything's a little duller, you're not doing okay.

Living feels like a burden, you cry writing goodbyes Older days were easier, no 'I'm fine' lies Very few saw through your mask Everyone ignored your scars Don't die today please, don't be ruled by your past.

Stay and see the sun waking for a new day Till you're breathing a little easier I believe you'll get through this Live to see the light- live for the ones who Love you, and don't want to say goodbye.

The Little Bead

We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store.

We all are specimens alike, But, behind our mask of mischief lies, A little drop or maybe a bead, Filled with sincerity and virtue so sweet. The little drop that burns and shines, In all our hearts it lies.

We are not mindless wanderers, We are not without destination; Some folks can’t understand, The intensity of our situation.

We have a goal, An aim to be great, But some of us haven’t uncovered our little drop, The drop that can seal our fate.

The teachers say we’re a nuisance, How we trouble their conscience; But how they will miss us, Miss our shenanigans; How we will miss each other when we leave, To the calling of our little bead.

Someone Like You

You're my next-door neighbour, I knew you since we were kids, I gave you six-dollars for your cheesy movies, I do love how you kissed me. Red hair, green eyes and a good taste in tunes, There really isn't someone like you.

I love your little quirks and ballet slippers, I love how you practise the piano even now, Playing Adele on a four-chord loop. I did a cartwheel for you We bought you white and green tees, Ans I bought you pink converse shoes. Red hair, green eyes and my baseball hoodie, There really isn't someone who loves you like me.

The secret hideout, marshmallows on a stick, You smoking a cherry cigarette, Your cat who doesn't go outside, Otis, my doggy boy. Red hair, green eyes, the white dress on you, I love our Soundtrack because it reminds me of you.

I confess I hogged the Spot only to talk to you, Sat on the porch to hear you play, I can't tell you how sad I was, When you lost your mother that way. Your cute little owl dress, Your little 'the Diner' lie, The daisies on your hip, I never want to make you cry. Red hair, green eyes, talking to your mother on a run, I know you drink black coffee, I know you beam like the sun.

Little Libby Loo on prom night, looked like an angel from heaven, And I wanted to punch our good friend Mike. Her loopy cursive on the porch, Marshmallows and CDs, Liz rambling over a lost penny. Dark hair, dark eyes, I'm Wesley, There isn't someone like you, Libby Loo, And now I can say you love me too.