A Piece About Winter

       This piece was written sometime in September.  I can't tell if I like it or not.  I know that there are certain lines that I do like, but I don't know if I should fix up the piece or scratch it and just steal a few lines.  There's something about it though that made me want to post it... Maybe because it's almost winter!!

(  Title-less :(  )

The silence of winter rings in my ears,

As my footprints fade in the snow.

The trees shiver,

though the snow weighs their branches,

and gives them a blanket of hope.

The heartbeat of winter stays constant and clear,

Each snowflake a beat to its pulse.

The fire stays fluid and warm, like the blood that blesses that pulse.

Free-write #2 "When I Show You My Words"

            When I show you my words, I hope you see them.  I hope you see them, and read them, and think.  When I show you my words, I hope they touch you.  Effect you.  Change you.  When I show you my words, I hope you love them.  Or hate the. Anything, so long as you feel them.  I hope you trust them.  And me.  I hope you accept me.  I hope you touch me, just like I touched you.  Change my world with a smile or a nod.  Or a response. 

            It is sometimes difficult to embrace another’s writings.  Writers are different.  We’re afraid of different.  But please… embrace my writing.  Embrace me.  Whether or not you do, I will embrace you. I will embrace your piece.  I will embrace your mind.  When I show you my words, let them be yours.  Or let them contradict yours.  Or let you care.  Have an opinion.  Have a mind and some thoughts.

            When I show you my words, be courageous.  As courageous as I in showing you my words.  When I show you my words, let them seep through the paper and into you.  Let them melt from my speech and baptize you.  When I show you my words, know that now you hold me; you hold power over me; you know me.  Deeper than you ever else would.  Together, we will be two individuals connected.  Momentarily and forever on.  Because of my words.  Because I showed you my words.  When I show you my words, I hope you smile.  I hope you know what you did for me and how I trusted you.  When I show you my words, I hope you react.  To me.  To my work.  To my words.  

Personification Piece

So this was one of my options for my personification piece.  The first two stanzas (first especially) - I am decently happy with what I managed to get them to, though they still need work (always).  The third stanza - What do you think? Continue? End it there? Can you give me opinions?  Also, the abstract concept of hope was supposed to be incorporated, but I think I prefer it without. Please give me opinions and possible revisions! Thanks guys!!

Love, Lust, and Passion

Love buttons his shirt,

Knowing nothing of the

Day, the

Night. The

Moments, the

Memories

To come.

Lust is in a light pink dress,

Flowing and innocent.

When she reveals herself,

Uncovers herself,

From the sheets that hide her,

You'll see

Red Lace.

You'll see her.

Her body.

Skin.

Passion is the moon.

the moon,

the stars,

That night.


EDIT:

Befriend my Heart

 

Love buttons his shirt,

Knowing nothing of the

Day, the

Night, the

Moments, the

Memories

To come.

Lust is in a light pink dress,

Flowing and innocent.

When she reveals herself,

Uncovers herself,

From the sheets that hide her,

You'll see

Red Lace.

You'll see her:

Her body,

Skin.

Passion holds the moon above their

souls.

Befriending

the sky,

the stars,

That night.

Violence Piece

This was my piece on violence. Opinions? I want to fix it up a little and maybe submit it for the literary magazine.

The Devil’s Demon

Pin me down.

Burn my body.

The violence of a mind,

The cutting destruction.

Of my flesh.

Naked.

Call me flesh.

It gives less

Of the illusion

Of a human.

Call me flesh,

Naked.

As if I weren’t so vulnerable already…

Tear me apart.

Destroy me.

Tell me I can’t cry.

Tell me I can’t scream.

Make my heart numb…

Forever…

Send me to heaven,

Send me to hell.

Just send me away.

At least hell

Won’t be so lonely.

Lonely-

When I have to look at you.

Because I have to see you.

Stare at you.

Those eyes,

Predatory.

Make me your pray.

Treat me like an animal,

And detach me from myself.

Make me wish for death.

Taunt me with it.

The Devil is welcoming

 When compared to the consumption

Of your flesh.

Horns and flames: my new safe haven.

I’d sell my soul for a chance at death.

Either way,

Does it matter?

God cannot exist.

If you do.

They say make love,

But you make hate;

Make spirits disappear.

Take away

All my power.

Don’t let me choose.

Don’t give me choice.

Let even my own death

Not be my option.

And take away that one last thing

That was always

Supposed to be mine:

My sexuality.

Let the immense physical pain hold no comparison to the aftermath of the beating that you have inflicted on my soul.

Make my tears crumble

In their own worthlessness.

Burn me in places

That I don’t want you to see.

Make me bleed

From places I’m now ashamed to have.

And make me cry:

From my heart.

From my soul.