My heart isn’t in it, this life of mine
So I wish to remain on my own for a while
Too much unfounded hurt by people so close
Disappointed I am of the choices I chose
Disrespected for no reason but caring
Humiliated regularly, my anger is flaring
Stabbed in the back by a friend turned foe
Blamed and accused with blows too low
Thus my heart isn’t in it anymore
For my spirit has been broken by the burdens I bore
Insignificant
Small, almost dismissible
Has a hollow heart
Craving a true love
One to fill her heart with joy
Left empty no more
This tiny creature
Still retains minimal hope
But shall it remain?
Raven-haired vixen enters the room
In all black attire she approaches the groom
Fearful was the bride of this mistress of the night
Darker was her heart than the grimmest sight
Her eyes of coal stared through the bride in contempt
But to harm her they didn’t attempt
It was he she sought after on this night
It was his betrayal that fueled her might
Tar-like was the substance she released from above
Enveloping his figure like a glove
Mortified was his bride on their wedding day
A horrific revenge from a witch against her prey
Chocolate skin melting the hearts of men
Mocha mistress struts with a seductive grin
Sipping coffee every morning, but at night enjoys her gin
Hazel eyes peering into a luring den
Copper clasps twinkling in the early light
Brunette beauty leaves in expert stealth
Mahogany doors close, shutting in useless wealth
While cunning caramel queen wanders in plain sight
Miniature Writing Challenge #36
In this empty room
With empty cupboards
And bare walls
Is an empty person
With an empty heart
And little future
In this uncertain future
With little hope
Is the path of life you need to take
Instilled in us at a young age
To tremble with fear at every stage
Without it you would be lost to the wind
Like a bird that hasn’t learned to sing
Fear will protect you from your doom
Hold on to it, or you’ll vanish soon
An armor meant for the weak of heart
Is given to us from the start
Not by choice, is what they say
Wear it true or else you’ll pay
To the skies above you always pray
For an alternative in any way
Born free is every creature on this earth
To roam and wander in endless mirth
But the iron weighs us to the ground
Forced to constantly hammer and pound
They who crave to seize control
They who believe they can eat us whole
They who don’t look to the skies above
Because they don’t believe in enough
Full of excitement
Away with regret and worry
A fluttering heart
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2016!
In response to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge
A genuine smile
From a heart that had once grieved
Could mend its many cracks
A cruel kind heart
Passionate and tender
Sometimes harsh and tough
An Artist at Heart 