SweetNarcissus

We sat in a meadow, and admired flowers together.  He sat right there, next to me, and relaxed his hand on top of mine.  It was a Saturday, and there wasn’t a single worry in our minds.  It was just us, the air, and the flowers that decorated this memory divinely.  A breeze picked up, and the scent of dew and lavender caressed our noses.  We both slowly inhaled the aroma, and we bonded.  That’s what we always did in that meadow.  We did everything there.  He and I laughed at each other’s jokes, blew off steam, held serious discussions, and even watered the grass beneath us with tears.  It didn’t matter the mood, though

I play with my dolls in the morning, And brush my hair at night. But mother is too busy mourning To shed her affectionate light On me. I didn’t always have these dolls – They were originally Mother’s. But one day, I was wandering along the halls And she saw I was as bored as any other. “Have these dolls, my Dear!” She exclaimed. “But if you lose them, then you are to blame.” So I took care of my dolls in the morning, And made sure they never left my sight. The next day, I cried at the mirror, scorning At the reflection I hated with all my might. I didn’t like how I looked: I thought I was ug

Honor him, fool. Honor him. You say to, I say to. Why don’t you honor him? Make him proud, fool. Make him proud. You say to, I say to, too. So fuck it, make him proud. Be bold, fool. Be bold. You say to, he said to, too. Do it. Honor him Make him proud Be bold For him. He may have flown away, But he wouldn’t want you to hide In the nest.

She was walking with her head high, the lady on her daily stroll.  She had much to be proud of, and little to regret.  Mulling over her future successes in her mind, a sudden horrendous thought swept over. “But, pretty lady, you’re weak!” her mind screeched.  “You won’t get yourself far.” She shook in her steps, but the lady did not stop.  This was the same voice that drowned her for years, and kept her small.  Now, the lady was a giant victor, and no monster could tear her down. “I am weak, but I’ll die trying.”  The lady hummed.  “And there’s no stopping me.” But th

She was walking through the forest, Glum as could be. She wanted a soul unlike the rest; She's always been so lonely. Even though it was warm, She wore a jacket with gloves that fit snug. Observing the branches fallen from the storm, She saw sitting a boring little bug. The longer she stared, The more intrigued she grew. She couldn't figure why she cared, When the bug got up and flew. He did not fly away though, Instead he rested on her nose. "I don't understand this interest you show, Especially since the daylight glows. Meet me here when it gets dark," The bug said to her. "I'll be waiting on this very same bark, And you'll be surprised

I knew from the beginning I’d end up dead.  His hands told me.  The moment he held out that hand for mine, for my friendship; I knew he wanted me dead.  He held it out, and I saw everything.  His meaty lies, pink fingers as short as his temper, and fingernails chewed down to the brim of his patience.  He was on the edge, for sure.  Yet, I wanted to lie.  So I lied.  I said to myself, “Oh, what a lovely set of hands you have!” and took it in mine.  I lied, and said “Yes, let us be friends!” And there it began. His hands grew redder with insecurity and anger as we grew close.  Less of what I did became acceptable.

 I walked down the path with naked feet.  My bare soles have grown so intimate with the soil, it never hurts to walk on it, anymore.  The others complain about the heat, and wear leather shoes to protect them.  Not me, though.  I could never wear those things, and still feel Mother Nature lead me.  So I walked, barefoot and peaceful.  Out of the blue, I felt a gentle vibration seep from the ground.  It was as if the heat from the ground was trying to guide me.  It was trying to guide me.  She was.  She pulled me towards a separate path, letting the breeze convince me to part from my people.  As I walked, they yelled for me.  They command

In order to cure your curiosity, You must sacrifice some purity. But, oh, what’s left, When you’re that cat who fled Quickly? You fled in a rush Because you heard that same hushed Whisper I heard a day ago. Do you know what that voice on the other end shall Crush? I was a cat up until yesterday, When my innocence was taken away. This was not from crime, nor adultery: Isn’t it always the curiosity that makes one Pay? The curiosity made me pay. The curiosity gave me dismay. The curiosity made me flushed. The curiosity had me crushed. The curiosity took my purity. The curiosity stole my nine lives Ever so quickly.