Why History Sucks

History is the strangest thing

It repeats without an inkling

of just how tiresome it can be

when we read about the stupidity

Countries always want more resources

like food and water or, say, war horses

Take France and Germany for example

Over the Rhine land they fought and trampled

Each other in attempts to get more power

(But really, France? Your symbol's a flower?)

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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

Prompt

Prompt: I found the strangest thing in my pocket...

I found the strangest thing in my pocket today,
A thing that wasn't there when I got dressed this morning,
A thing that seemed so out of place, though it may have
Just been a thing to be given without warning.
A small piece of paper folded up smaller,
Scribbles written in crayon on the top,
I set my luggage aside to unfold it with care
Making sure I wouldn't rip it or drop it.
A picture hidden inside, messy and bright
Maggie and I standing in light,
Next to a tree with a hole in the trunk,
And a sun in the corner of the page,
I held her hand, I was in my suit and tie
She was in a yellow dress, her long brown hair drawn bluntly.
"I love you daddy, come home soon,"
I smiled softly and read,
"I'll read a story every night, and I promise I'll go to bed."
I folded the paper gingerly, and walked into the airport with my bags,
I might have been headed to India now, but my heart stayed right at home with Mags.

Having it out with Darkness

[A/N: This is not a happy thing. Don't read it if you want a happy thing. It's a very unhappy thing. This poem is about my inner battles, the two sides are represented by darkness and light. Moreover, it's based off of my decisions. I feel like they've stained me in some way, and that's why I chose to address them. Also, a lot of these lines probably aren't even required because I keep adding on to it, so feel free to provide input on what is and isn't necessary and stuff.]

When given a choice between darkness and light, darkness will always win.
Darkness will tempt you with unknown secrets, discovery draws you in.
Light is familiar, light is solid, light is safe and sound.
Light is nothing other than content, both feet on the ground.
Darkness is euphoric, darkness is wild, light is calm and quiet and mild.
Light is my savior, I'm the darkness' slave, light is my lifeline, but darkness is all I crave.
I look down deep inside myself, and light is what I lack
I searched for adventure and knowledge, and now my heart is black.
Darkness has me in its grip, and it won't go away
I'm terrified of it, yet I want it to stay.

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I am my own person
You can't hold me down
I control my actions
I refuse to drown.
I will fight for freedom
I'll spread my wings and fly
There's no way you can stop me
Don't even dare to try.

-Denise