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there's no way to please us
entirely
if i give myself until i forget
i make myself unhappy
if i care about me,
i'm selfish
there's no way to please us
entirely
my soul cannot be shared
with god and the devil
and i just want to strip
in words
as if i were seducing diego
like frida
be both — recipient and sender
cut the string i used
to tie my own hand
write the night
like the day
for as long as i need
until i feel emptied
but how to escape from
these thunderous whispers?
where does silence hides?
if loving is submitting
to prejudice
your own and of others
and there's no way to please
never entirely
About the Creator
MELO
i'm a human with a masters in creative writing, most fluent in poetry :)
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English8 days ago in Fiction
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