Skin

Skin over muscle that moves so eloquently

Skin over muscle that breathes determinedly

Skin over muscle that screams vengefully

Skin over muscle that fights relentlessly

Skin over muscle that sings breathlessly

Skin over muscle without vacancy

Skin over muscle that provides sanctuary

Skin over muscle that walks with callousness

Skin over muscle with unadulterated kindness

Skin over muscle that is like a lioness

Skin over muscle over nerve

Skin over muscle over nerve

That could help change

The world.

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The Fire Monster

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There’s a fire in my belly that was lit by the first breath I took

It stems from an inferno that will never be immortal

Flames so bright that one may never truly look

A blaze that tattoos itself to the wall to be for told

Whom takes the beast is the luck of the draw

A monster that sheds away from the stupidity of fight

I never tame its fall

The beast is not fire and fire is not the beast

It is the path of life

With a candle continuously flickering bright

 

 

 

(tikilovesarcana.landlore.net photo)

 

 

 

Crown

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Eyes open to a painting on the wall

He walks without spotting where she will fall

She sees the future without knowing all

The heavy crown placed on his head will stall

The gown sweeps the floor as suspicion grows

He listens to the woman with the ring

The girl finds herself facing many foes

A choir sings and somehow he is king

A baby is born as the brother dies

The lustrous crown no longer fits right

She fills the room of the dead with her cries

Skin feels like plastic and she knows they aren’t right

Maybe she does end up on the floor dead,

but that’s how life goes; it has to end

I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet mostly because I wanted to see if I could actually accomplish it. The poem serves mainly as a summary of a book series I’m working on. It helped to put my thoughts on the moments most important to the characters in order.

I did not actually think I could accomplish this so minus a few liberties that I took, I’m very proud I actually accomplished to make a somewhat cohesive sonnet. I liked writing the sonnet but I think I have more thoughts for just fourteen lines. I tend to like longer things.

Refuse to Crumble

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Refuse to crumble in the face of great opposition,

Dare the universe to capture thoughts;

Enter the world with a scream that never stops.

Never accept a draw;

Run, and when legs break, crawl

Refuse to crumble in the face of great opposition.

Sprint at the storm,

A storm many pretend is a human norm

Enter the world with a scream that never stops.

Explosions and fireworks are instant reactions,

That much power can only display itself in factions;

Refuse to crumble in the face of great opposition.

Superstition consumed the majority;

Ambition laid with resentment and gave birth to contentment

Enter the world with a scream that never stops.

Destiny emerged from the mist of viewing to say enough

Fate shook history’s hand with a touch of luck

Refuse to crumble in the face of great opposition

Enter the world with a scream that never stops.

 

Oulipo Poem

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moves like

the blessed dead.

She floats through air,

consumed by the land below,

motivated solely because of the fire,

working forward because of the peaceful grace,

swiping away the smokey clouds with only determination,

compelled not solely by the acts emitting graceful hope

But by the thud in her chest that says go.

Hey all,

This month I’m going to be participating in nanowrimo, which essentially means I’m going to try and crank out a 50,000 word, first draft, novel the next month. I don’t know how much (or if any) I’ll update to this blog. As of now I like to keep my work close to my chest until I’m confident that it’s perfect. I’m excited to go absolutely crazy with my writing. Wish me luck with completing my goal. I might need it!