The rain was falling heavily. It was like driving through a thick curtain of water. He eased off the accelerator a little. Had to be careful driving on wild nights like these. The las thing you’d want... 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.' What happens when this is refuted? (My first story on this platform! <3) A short poem questioning what it is to be broken and to question your mind. On prompt, question. Hope you enjoy! :) <3
A short poem about pitying those who spread hatred
and fear. Humanity is one and love is what we need to spread! :)) <3 (First image from Pinterest!) I hope y'all like it even though it may not make much sense. A young girl returns to her parent's house after going missing over 20 years back. Her parents should be happy... but they are instead horrified. Why? **THE FIRST STANZA IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK** But, the rest is inspired by it. A rhyming poem about murderesses. :D
'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3) I see auras, and think I just discovered a terrible secret. Playing around with rhythm and rhyming. A solemn message for humanity. A serial killer gets ready for his hunting session. A poem on a killer who can't stop murdering © The death dealer does not always wear a black robe, does not always carry a sythe, and rarely arrives announced.
Hereby play the funeral dirge, tis' time. (Sonnet inspired by today's prompt: vengeance and Shakespeare's Macbeth. Hope you enjoy!)
I have absolutely no idea what this is or, at least, what it was supposed to be. Is the Murder of Anxiety really murder?
This ended up sounding weirder than I thought it would...