Someone once told me that… well, maybe, I heard it. On the radio or the television. They said that, “When I talk, no one believes me. But, when I write it down, it becomes true.”
I am the gutter rat that strived to
Died to be
A ghost tied to the wall
There was once
A
Boy who wore a crown
No one could see it
But he could feel it
The weight of the burden was tantalizing
So very early in the morning, before even the birds have awoken. I found you staring at the sun and I got so damn jealous
Why does the sun get to warm you up when I'm right here next to you?
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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Well-wrought!
"So very early in the morning, before even the birds have awoken. I found you staring at the sun and I got so damn jealous Why does the sun get to warm you up when I'm right here next to you?" These were my favourite lines! Loved this so much Merly!
'Why does the sun get to warm you up when I'm right here next to you?' You got me with this one. Excellent...and I have read books on the man and been a fan for ages! ;)
It is well written, and I have also seen many people in my life who can't speak in public or even in small gatherings, just like an introvert or maybe shy person. However, when I read their research articles and other writings published in high-impact factor peer-reviewed journals and their way of discussion, I never believed that he was the same person. But it is true; writing is a power of words that come from imagination and thoughts, and you have it all.
I believe you! Amazing poem!
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