My Amateur Poetry

My Amateur Poetry

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Garden of Wildflowers 

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Wilde Goddess 

Dearest Disappointment

She and He

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The Walk to Home

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New Beginnings 

True Art

This Isn’t Your Fault

My Mind 

Love Hurts

This World Of My Own 

A Little Self-Destructive 

Marigolds 

Roses and Blood

Siren

Somewhere, someplace, unknown to me, lies my blue pen.

I lost it,

I don’t know where on when,

It could be tucked away in my backpack,

Somewhere my eye can’t see.

It could be on the floor,

Back in geometry.

It could be on the street,

Or in someone else’s hand.

It could have been taken,

To a far away land.

To the mountain tops,

Or maybe at the bottom of the sea.

To the deserts,

Or forests,

There are so many places that blue pen could be!

Where water stills or flows,

Where the whole world is buried in snow,

Oh, where did my blue pen go?

Wherever that pen may lie,

My homework is still due tonight.

Good thing I got other pens.

Copia

The night was a living, breathing thing here in Sugarloaf Key. The sky was riddled with mosquitoes who careened towards Will, attracted to his legs and arms. They were swatted off and cursed out. As a kid, Will recalled reading about mosquitoes and how the damned things needed it for reproduction. Male mosquitoes ate solely flower nectar whereas female mosquitoes ate a combination of flower nectar and blood. If Will remembered correctly, protein in the blood was used to help develop mosquito eggs. Mosquitoes would track humans and other hosts by using their heightened sense of smell and vision. They track down unwilling blood donors via carbon dioxide emission, body heat, perspiration, and sometimes skill odor.

These goddamn pests reminded Will of someone he once knew. Or rather, thought he knew.

If one listened attentively, they could hear the soft hiss of snakes; some of who were in pursuit of the marsh rabbits. The critters darted in and out of the thicket, startled mostly by the clatter of Will’s fishing gear. It wasn’t much. Any good fisherman was good because their best tool was what was in their heads, not in their hands. Will wasn’t above using his mind to assume the perspective of a cobia fish. In his hands were hooks, a fish line and reel, and a cooler containing several empty water bottles, the remnants of his lunch, and three fresh cobia.

Eleven years ago, when Molly, Willy and him had first moved in together at Sugarloaf Key, Molly was horrified by Will’s poor eating habits. At first, he had been against the food preparation on her part. He had argued that he was more than capable of surviving on an empty stomach. Molly had insisted that eating when one is hungry is human nature and the last time she’d checked, Will was a homosapien. She really did care about him; and because Will didn’t want her to worry, he had begrudgingly taken the clunky cooler in as a part of his fishing regimen.

Besides, it was good for storing the cobia that he and Molly would be baking tonight in honor of Willy. The boy had taken a liking to baseball and played throughout middle school into his last year of high school. He and his high school team were pretty good; the Sugarloaf Sluggers.That’s where Willy and Molly were now, at one of his games. It was the game that would determine whether the Sluggers would qualify for districts. Will had stayed behind to catch some cobia, Willy’s favorite fish, in celebration of his team’s success thus far. Not that Molly would ever admit it, but she thought Will was a jinx. Considering that every game Will had attended in every baseball season of Willy’s life had resulted in a victory for the opposing team, he was more than willing to sit this one out.

Beside his house, was a newly fashioned shed that was Will’s and Molly’s handiwork. Within it was an assortment of Will’s fishing and carpentry tools, Molly’s gardening gear, and Willy’s plastic bags and wiffle balls. Once he got to it, he settled his fishing accoutrements on the brittle grass and dug into his pocket for his key chain. He and Molly had agreed to keep the shed under lock and key after mice had broken in and procreated everywhere. It was a goddamn mess that was resolved by two pairs of gloves and a bucket of coyote urine.

Florida was most definitely the sunshine state.

His pockets came up empty. Will, figuring he must have left the key chain in the house, abandoned all of his fishing gear aside from the cooler. He wouldn’t want those dammed mice to get at the cobia.

As Will neared the front of his house, he noticed something peculiar. A flicker of light in the living room window. Was it a trick of the eyes or did he just see a flash light? When the light flashed for a second time, Will quickly ducked into the shrubbery, out of sight. Definitely a flash light. Crouching from his hiding spot, Will had a perfect viewpoint of the driveway, which was empty. Willy and Molly weren’t home yet.

Who the fuck was trespassing in his living room?

Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without their creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.

- Fredrik Backman, “A Man Called Ove”

BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 6

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, yandere behavior, A LOT OF STARING.

Not edited.

I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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Your only response is to blink at the boy in front of you.

Did you hear that right?

You do not know how to respond to this. Was this a cruel prank? Or did he want to go out with you to ensure that you don’t expose him? 

The line behind him keeps getting longer as he stares at your face, an eager expression on his face. His hands are gripping the counter, long fingers clenched on the ceramic.

After the long day at college and an even longer shift at the cafe, you can only give him a lame response.

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The Seven Deadly Sins (Complete)

I started this dandy, seven-piece poetry collection during quarantine. This collection contains yandere themes such as kidnapping and death. Proceed with caution for it is disturbing. The anime “The Seven Deadly Sins” is totally tubular as well. Elizabeth should have smacked Meliodas though. - (d.n.k)

Pride

Greed

Envy

Wrath

Lust

Gluttony 

Sloth