Battle Scars

I love having
scrapes and bruises and cuts
scattered across my shins.
Each coming with their own battle
of which I am a SURVIVOR
but the hardest part
is acquiring them

-Seb

Sleep

Sleep
falling asleep
is so much easier
when I have your hands
your heart
your breath
to keep me safe.
Without them
I’m left with
my own fractured pulse
and the strangled screams
of my thoughts.

-Seb

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I want your body wrapped

Around mine

In a nest of blankets

And pillows

With popcorn

Bad movies

and good books

 -

I want to lie there all day

in soft pants

and baggy shirts

listening to the rain

as it falls

in rhythm

with your heartbeat

-

I want us to have the little things

Like crosswords on Sunday mornings

And matching mugs to hold our tea

And that one show we both kinda hate

But can’t stop watching

 -

But first and foremost

I want  you to want them too

-Seb

Quiet

Sometimes,
In the quiet hours of the morning
when the world is still asleep in their beds,
and the birds have not yet begun their songs,
and the dew is still forming on fresh green grass,
and the stars are still visible against the sky,
and curtains are drawn to block out the light that has not yet come,
and bed sheets are tangled between tired legs,
and the first cup of coffee has not yet been poured,
I go outside and pretend
That I am alone in this world.
I learn a lot about myself that way.

-Seb

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I’m on the edge,
On the brink,
My long drawn out soliloquy, complete.
He owed me one,
Now his game is done.
I’m afraid,
dear John,
This next part’s no fun.
This is my final act,
My curtain call,
Now all that’s left to do is
F
A
L
L

-Seb

Playing God

People have often said to me
“Oh you’ll never make anything
by writing.”
To which
I reply:
“But I am a CREATOR.
I develop civilizations  that are mine
To build up
Or burn down.
My characters are like puppets
and I
Their puppeteer.
I have an entire world in my mind
spinning on its very own orbit.
So don’t you DARE tell me
I will never make anything
by writing,
Because I will spill words
Like a war spills blood,
And I’ll create universes
Like I’m the
Big
Bang.”

-Seb

Insanity

Insanity
Does not run in my family
Rather
It strolls through, taking it’s time, getting to know each and every one of us
Personally
Before making its way into the next generation.  To give them the gift of
Insanity

Now
It’s my turn.  I’ve been
Waiting
For so long.  Watching everybody else go
Mad
And it wasn’t fair.  They got
Enlightenment
Their eyes opened to a bright new fantastical world.  And I was
Stuck
In the dark, the serenity, the sanctity of sanity.  But it’s my turn
Now

Silence
As it creeps inside of me
Slowly
Lingering about in my toes before
Crawling
Up my legs.  It spreads like
Frost
I wish it would move faster but no amount of
Willpower
Will change its course.  It moves as the tide does,
Steadily
Inching through my very
Being
Before engulfing my mind in a palpable
Silence

Reality
Is a lie.  I can see the truth now.  The way the
Colors
Flow through the air, the way shapes and ideas
Swirl
And intertwine with each other. It’s so much more
Beautiful
Than dull, grey, monotonous
Reality.

-Seb

Letter Prompt

My love,

When I see you, my heart fights to escape its cage, butterflies flutter, agitated and excited, in my stomach. A mixture of nervousness and tranquility fills me from the tips of my hair to the nails on my toes. I can't help but stare and marvel at your divine beauty- at your intense talent but simultaneously so short-sighted and blind. And no matter how much I want to hate you, I am unable to stop loving you. I would die to save you and would never hurt you, but I will keep my distance. I will love you from afar.

Love,

Me (Emma)

My sweet,

Though I do not know your name or face, your words fill me with a sense of joy that I have not felt in a long time. And while I'm sure the winds of fate will eventually bring us together, that day seems too terribly far away. Without you in my life I grow cold and brittle like stone, even with these few words of correspondence. My heart is ablaze, and I'm afraid that if we prolong our meeting much longer, it will turn into a charred, crumbling crisp. The sheer eloquence of your words is enough to drive anybody insane, but I fear the poetry of your letter is driving me completely mad. Before I lose my mind I must see your face and learn your name. I do wish we may meet soon, for both of out healths.

Undeniably yours,

Me (Seb)

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The whole world is up against me, I stand with my back against a wall. But please don’t try to catch me, I want to enjoy the fall.

-Seb

Energy of Music

[This piece was based on a prompt where you are assigned a character, situation, setting, and plot twist. Mine were a high school grad, a concert, an old farmhouse porch, and somebody dies, respectively.]


“What happened?” the detective asked, looking at the cop. The police officer shrugged, taking another lazy sip of his coffee and he jabbed his thumb in my direction.
“She’s the only remaining witness; you’ll have to question her,” The cop yawned and lazily walked over to me, followed closely by the detective. He crouched in front of me, narrowing his eyes as he looked me over. I pulled the neon orange shock blanket tighter around me, as if it could block out his piercing stare, and stared at the dew covered grass.
“Well,” he said, still looking at me. “Speak.” It was a command, not an option. I swallowed down the dread and fear rising in my throat as I began to recall the horrifying events of the previous evening…

Yo Ho Anna Sun

http://teenink.com/novels/romance/book/100439/Yo-Ho-Anna-Sun/1/

A play I wrote based on the songs “Gay Pirates” by Cosmo Jarvis
and “Anna Sun” by Walk the Moon

Dedicated to: Lady Shay
Why are pirates called pirates? Because they arrrghhh!

SETTING(S):
A small village, presumably near a bay in Scotland in the early 1700’s
On board a pirate ship

CHARACTERS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:
Anna Sun- 17, reddish brown hair, grey blue eyes, very kind, responsible, calm, but very cautious too
Tish- Anna’s friend, very hyper and spastic, kind of like an anti-Anna but they still get along
Townsperson 1
Old Sig’- The town drunk, he rants on and on about pirates
Townsperson 2
Mother/Victoria- Anna’s mother, she’s extremely ill at the time
Baker
Pirate 1
Captain Dread- Captain of the pirates, extremely greedy, Daniel’s father
Daniel- 19, one of the pirates, didn’t really want to be a pirate but his father made him, blonde hair, green eyes, very sweet but also shy
Courier

-Seb

Ignorance

I am the morning dew on leaves
I am the fog before the dawn
I am the wind as it whispers and weaves
through the shaky legs of a newborn fawn
-
I am the frayed thread of a noose
I am the lie behind the smile
I am the emotion that’s of no use
I am stuck in a permanent state of denial
-
I am bliss
I am joy
Yet I am also the one who will destroy

Neverland

There is no Neverland

There is no Peter Pan

Only the big, bad, scary world

Filled with big, bad, scary things

Which you, so suddenly and all at once alone, must face

-

You were so young

You grew up so fast

Left the nursery before enough time had passed

You got told all too soon

There was no man in the moon

And no boy was coming to whisk you away

-

It’s dark out there

Cold and lonely

But nobody cares

They’ve all lost the spark

Because like you, they all know too well

There’s no Neverland

And no Peter Pan.

-Seb

Contradictions

You say that you love the rain,

Yet you use an umbrella so it can’t dampen your skin.

You say that you enjoy the cold,

But you wear a coat so it can’t get in.

So when you insist that you love me,

How can I not fear for treachery?

-Seb

Euthanasia

She was broken

Getting eaten alive by

A monster called depression

It pecked at her soul

Like ravenous vultures

Until there was hardly anything left

And he couldn’t bear

To see her kill herself

So he killed her

The only way he could:

With kindness

-Seb

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The battle was
gory
tedious
gruesome
the victor, triumphant
begins to loosen
his grips on his morals, on what’s right and what’s wrong
although, it is possible, he had no grip all along
he cares not
for family or friends
only for the country which he defends
those once close
are now distant and detached
relationships that will never be patched
failure had been well known to him
but once, only once, he had to win.

-Seb

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I’m sorry if

I’ve turned you bitter

Like long steeped tea

Or dandelion greens

I guess it was just odd

Having someone so sweet like you

Love someone as horrid as me

-Seb

Earworm

[This is my first real shot at more children oriented writing.  I was mostly inspired by Shel Silverstein.  He is my favorite of all time.]

Every little boy and girl
Everywhere, in the whole wide world
Has a little creature in their head
My daddy told me, “It’s an earworm,” he said
It’s pudgy and blue
and secretes sticky goo
It has four bulgy eyes
and it feeds on lies
It grows bigger and bigger
with every fib you hear
But it’s very hard to detect
this slug in your ear
So don’t listen to the lies
just open your eyes!
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll turn out okay
‘cause you stopped the earworm from gumming up your brain

-Seb

Prompt

It's not paranoia if they're actually after you.

Have you ever had the feeling

That someone was behind you,

But once you turned around

You found that it was only just the wind?

 -

I often had that feeling

Of having someone right behind me.

But one time when I turned around,

I found out that I did.

-Seb