Myiesha

Long writes:

The Poet's Flower (not finished)

Wildfire (not finished)

The Blue Marked Mistake (not finished)

Short Writes:

Insecurities

I gaze at her with disgust plastered on my face. Her skin is bumpy, her eyes are uneven, Her nose is too big, her stomach is too big, her waist curves in all the wrong places, her thighs are covered in scars, and her personality doesn't get any better than her looks. My fist tightens, I wanna punch her. Before thinking I raise my fist and slam it into the mirror. Glass shatters everywhere.

Catcalling

I run down the street quickly, I was of course late for work and my boss would kill me if I was late one more time. As I run I hear a man scream "you'd look prettier if you smiled" I was already in a bad mood already so I decided to turn around and give him the widest grin revealing 1-inch bloodstained fangs. He looked quite shocked for several seconds before laughing revealing his nasty fangs "I didn't know there were others like me... nice to meet you, sweetie" I step back slowly he could smell my fear "aww come one darling you don't like my smile" again I step back as he comes closer, this time I trip over a small trash can losing my footing I fall backward he was very close to catching me but instead, his grin grows bigger and I hit my head passing out.

Anagapesis

Anagapesis means no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved, I'm shocked I don't hear this word often considering it applies to many people. Divorced parents, young teen couples that break up after a week, and of course, you. You are lying to me if you've never felt anagapesis in your life. What about that best friend that left you crying every night? Or even your second grade crush? Wait no, those don't count. Did you truly love them or were they just a phase in your small breakable life?

What does love even mean? Well most people see that love is an intense feeling of deep affection. But to me love is being deeply committed and connected to someone/something. You may say you love football but truly you don't. Would you kill yourself for this sport? Not really, so in my books, it's not love. Who wants to be in love anyway? Because you can say you would die for a person, but would they say that about you?

Poems:

Mirror, mirror on the wall

She looks at me and grins, I wish I could grin back.

She looks at me with tears, I wish I could cry with her.

I watch as she struggles to cut open her skin,

I watch as she hugs herself trying to hold herself in.

I watch. I watch. I watch.

I also watch her mother, her brother too.

I see them smile and grin if only they knew what she was going through.

I try to call out scream and shout tell her to stop as she drops to the floor,

I hear the rain pour over her roars, and I think if only I could help.

But I can’t, and I hate myself for that,

Because all I am is that mirror, mirror on the wall.

All I am is that bystander that’ll shatter if I'm hit with a ball.

Broken Doors

I used to open up to everyone

but now my hinges are old, torn, rusted

I trusted these people to care for me

but the dusty air has broken down my panels

these mammals they lied to me

I opened up to a newly wed bride,

men who have already died,

I'll continue to provide my service

and hold up to my purpose

until its finally my time to break down