A Novel I’ll Never Write 2

She shook her head rapidly, with wild eyes and quickly pacing feet. “I can’t, I want to, I can’t do this.” Confused, I couldn’t help but catch her panic as I try to grab her arms. “What are you talking about?” To go from old TV and joking chatter to sending the popcorn bowl on the floor and random statements is quite the juxtaposition.

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A Novel I’ll Never Write

He stared wide-eyed as her amber eyes began rolling in the back of her head. Unable to do anything but her body weighed down by gravity, she manages to keep a limp arm around the Vampire’s neck. His fangs drink greedily, but droplets of blood still leak out and trace paths down her neck, staining her collar.

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Saudade, Portuguese, noun, longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved then lose; “the love that remains”

Today is the Day

Today is the day I want to

Blast loud music in my ears

Live a life that has no fears

And pretend that are no years

Ticking past my ears

Out the window.

 

Because it’s

A long long path to follow when

I want to skip and scream down then

All the way until I reach the future

 

But I can’t go there

Oh, not yet

But you dare me too

Then I’ll bet

It takes me only 2 long years to make my way home.

 

Starting part is marked here

The day I learned true fear

And stared a gun down its barrel.

It was positioned between two eyes

In place of a mouth, full of lies

And I knew it familiar simply ‘cause

Guns like these always run in families.

 

And looking back, I think to myself,

How’d I get buried in this filth,

Remembering the days, I was just too precious

Asking about words that begin with ‘n’

Knowing Budweiser before the alphabet

And knowing all the courthouse officials all by name.

But at the same time, I know,

It wasn’t a performance for show,

But something with one person to blame.

 

But today,

Today’s the day I want to scream my tale,

Not be worried about if I fail,

No worries about Harvard, Princeton or Yale,

But take the moment to just exhale,

Take a step off this old trail,

And from my life, remove its sad curtail.

 

Because it’s

A long long path to follow when

I want to skip and scream down then

All the way until I reach the future

 

But I can’t go there

Oh, not yet

But you dare me too

Then I’ll bet

It takes me only 4 long years to make my way home.

Pollution – A Sonnet

The sea, she is dirty, poisoned my dear.

With oil and dirt covering her face.

How I wish I could clean her but alas,

She’s simply too big for a one man job.

Her hair has plastic weaved into her lochs.

Her eyes have lost their vibrance from before.

Before the oil spilled into her mouth.

Flooded her face into non-existence.

Until it was nothing but a big mess.

The garbage, the filth, it has torn her down

My love, how can I sail in all this filth?

Someone save her, my love, she is dying

Plant the trees to clean up the putrid waste

Make her eyes shine with vibrance once again.