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MomI know sometimes you feel unlovedMom by BlueWolfDragon
Neglected or ignored
And I know sometimes you feel alone
Taken for granted and sometimes scorned
But I want you to know, dear Mom
That you are not far from my mind
You have brought me up with love
And care almost divine
You have been by my side
Through the thick and thin
You have guided me through it all
My most beloved of kin
You were there to make me laugh
Through the pain and tears
You don't know exactly how much you've done
Over the course of the years
You have raised me well, you must admit
Every year to a higher degree
Which is why you must already know
How grateful of you I must be
Because even if I don't tell you with words
Or show you all the parts
You always have and always will
Be within my heart
One QuestionWhyOne Question by BlueWolfDragon
Do I have to do this again?
It happened yesterday
The day before that
I've lost count
Can't I get drive home?
Its too late
Here it comes
Its bright colour
Separated by black
I try to get on first
But I'm pushed to the back of the line
And when I get on
The seats in front are taken
All that's left are the seats
Too far from the front
For the driver to hear
It doesn't take long
For it to start
Do they do this to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
I would really like to know
Then maybe this torture
The journey isn't long
But to me
Each minute is an eternity
I tell them to stop
I ask them
But I refuse to beg
Refuse to cry
Refuse to show weakness
I will not give them the
They know that I struggle
To stay calm
No one helps
Even though they listen
That is all I can think
When I exit the bus
The driver asks if I'm okay
Bloody BattlefieldIt's a big area but it is filled with noise;Bloody Battlefield by BlueWolfDragon
the thud of objects as they hit the wood panelling
and the loud cheering and chattering of watchers and passers-by.
The air is buzzing with excitement and anticipation
as the two sides clash for the title of champion.
Only when the whistle is blown does the noise start again.
When did it stop?
There is too much going on here and the rivalry
is infectious to the occupants in the room
who fill the remaining space with roars of approval and disagreement.
The two sides battle to win each other over - like a deadly game of tug-of-war.
Thud, chatter, whistle, cheer,
the rhythm repeats as the day continues to dwindle,
with neither side showing signs of weakness or fatigue.
Despite the smell of sweat that can be found in every inch
of this makeshift arena; mint invades the senses,
and the cool, still breeze gives the place a sense of artificial calm.
The mint fools the mind, making anyone who happens to walk by
believe the place to be anything
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie
prologue-of-unnamed-story CRITIQUE PLEASEEarth, Water, Air, Fire.
Body, Mind, Emotion, Soul.
Four elements, of the world and of humans. If you can unlock them all, you can control everything.
But first you need the key
There it was. Behind that door was the source of it all. And once he got in there he could destroy it. Sweat covered his brow, and blood trickled down the side of his face, but it was worth it. Tonight, it would be over or perhaps it would be a beginning
The man grinned to himself, just a few steps away now. The only door in the long narrow hallway looked foreboding as was expected. What else did he imagine such a room to look like? Holding what it did, he was surprised to find less resistance on his way here. The sound of his heavy boots resounded off the metal walls and floors. The key he had swiped off a guard he had fought on his way up here dug into the sweaty palm of his hand, his fist was so tight in anticipation. He was actually here A s