Regal, Royals, Royalty
To be the Queen of your own Castle...
How do you get to feel that
sense of Pride in yourself
and what you are doing? What
you’ve chosen; this life, this Path
And all its little luxuries?
To be the Queen of your own
Castle, to be the King of this
suburb; to serve? To obey. To
Lead with both head and heart.
Who’s mowing their lawns?
Maintaining their pools? Taking
out the rubbish bins. Don’t you
dare stop these routines -
Or what will the neighbours
Think?
I’m a King if I bought myself a
Big Mac for dinner. You’re my
Queen if I get you this $50
Shopping voucher.
Temporary bliss.
About the Creator
Nicole C
Writing sporadically... I tried some challenges but never won anything. Sometimes my poetry helps me process whatever has been going on... sometimes it is pure fiction. Sometimes I like to write about pop culture and astrology.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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