Dear Bitch,

So for my Creative Writing class, I had to write a letter to someone, showing strong emotions, negative or positive. The catch? I could not use abstract terms such as love or sad…

 Dear Bitch,

                I can’t believe your despicable actions. What the hell made you think it was ok to do it? Is there something seriously wrong with you? I think so. You’ve torn out my heart; stomped on it; cut it up into many pieces, and just let them fly away on the waves of air from your cold hearted cackle. Bitch. I want my wasted life back! Time spent caring deeply for you; being at your beck and call and in the end, it was all for nothing. A serious waste of my time; time which I will never get back. Thanks for taking advantage of me all of this time. All the lies and stories told. Did you ever even care at all? Ever. I doubt it; I don’t see any evidence to the contrary. There was a time in which I could make you laugh and smile; brighten your darkest day as I held you close and repeated over and over that the clouds would soon pass. Now I wish I was never that person for you truly never deserved my empathy and affection. So now I move on; drop you from my life forever. Do not come crawling back, for there is nothing for you here; You’re dead to me; bitch. I hope that in the end you realize what you have lost in me. I am not conceited when saying, you don’t ever deserve someone like me; as good as I am and was to you.


This is War

War is declared
On all of you, who hurt
Others; leaving none spared.
You seem to use all effort
To leave them despaired
And, lacking comfort.

 Do you offer justification
Or are you just above the rest?
Why must you add to their burden,
Leaving them all, depressed?
I remember prayers unanswered as days lengthen;
All from boundaries transgressed.
I like to think I am a stronger person,
For I completed my quest;
I, you did not ruin,
But not everyone is so blessed.

 What of the others?
It is for them, that we fight.
They truly deserve the answers;
The ones, once bright.
Some of you are killers,
Forcing them to endless fright,
Now only remembered by their grievers
And the ones who share in their plight.

 So ready your weapons;
This is a formal declaration for battle.
Be ready to pay for your actions;
Karma has come full circle.
I release the suffering from their dungeons;
The ensnarement of evil.
It is time to return the poisons;
To those who were so hateful.

Black Veil

Darkness growing;
Fed by her tears.
Flooding her cheeks,
Mascara and eyeliner
Run; streaked.

 Her heart is aching
And forced to face her fears
She shrieks.
The misery, can she conquer,
Or forever be piqued?

 Clad in black;
Dressed to kill.
Yet there to suffer,
In the rain, by the six foot hole.
Cloaked by the black veil.

 She wants her life back,
Yet, time; it stands still.
The darkness; becoming larger
As her love, he stole,
And thus left her in an sorrow-walled jail.

 The body is lowered,
And she begins to fall.
On the ground, cloaked with muck,
She doesn’t worry about appearances.
Rain drops splash about her
As she just stares; wide eyed.
Becoming cold; she just joined
Her love in the ground.

Life Wasted

Locked in a room,
Alone with the blade.
Metal meets flesh
And rips it apart.
Blood pours out;
A twisted, red river of misery.
Life is drained
As she falls to the ground
And becomes a waste.

 Dreams lost.
Hopes left unfulfilled.
She couldn’t see the end,
Of the sorrow and torment,
So she made her own.
Life gets better.
She was tired of waiting.

 Tortured for looking like a boy,
She couldn’t hold on

What A Strange Room

I just wrote this for my Creative Writing class. the guidelines were to describe abstract feelings through the description of a room in 250-300 words…

What a strange room it was. Vivid yellow walls, which the first time I looked upon blinded me. Vigorous tulips and daisies lined the windowsill. The writing desk; placed in order to offer a view through the window, was neatly organized. Candles and incense were always ready to burn and usually one always was. I can remember that first time; the smell of pine and evergreen, instantly made me feel a chill as I remembered the snow of the previous Christmas season. Soft, ambient light illuminated the room and was accompanied by trickling, tabletop, waterfalls. I loved this little room.

                That was 20 years ago. Now I enter the room to see tormented, age-worn walls. No longer a vivid yellow, now streaked with shades of brown as the years were not kind and apparently either was the weather. The flowers on the window sill were a poignant sight. If there was anything left to be seen in the pots at all, it was nothing more than a darkened and leafless stem; wilted and neglected. The once organized desk, was almost indiscernible as it was now covered in forgotten pages upon pages of yellowed sheets of paper. The view through the window was even ruined, as the sight now allotted a view at an unkempt yard; soaring weeds and lengthy grasses. The once enjoyable smell, has become that of hidden mildew and molds. Instead of cheerful  reminiscing, I shudder at the smell and what it means. The only lighting now is from the natural light of the outside world. The light that is not afraid to shine on this distorted room. There was still the trickling of waterfalls however! Yet, I am still unable to locate from whence the leak is located. I loved this little room.

April Showers

The skies darken
And around me
The pressure builds
With a burst, I feel
The first fat drops
Of rain as they begin to

 The flowers
And the trees
Start to reach towards
Each and every drop
For the April showers
Have come, and with them
Have brought back life and

 I, a flower
You, a shower of April
With your laugh and smile
The drops of life
That I begin to reach for
After this latest winter’s

 My sky is dark
And you, the break
Able to burst through the clouds
And wash away the debris
Leaving me rejuvenated and
Blooming, as the sun beams my

I want to be with you
And continue to grow
Through each spring
And the winters
To come, cause dear
You aid me in expansion
And push me past my natural

 I fall for you
Like rain from cloud to ground
Vigorous love
Like a thick trunked tree with deep roots
My deepest freeze, you thaw
Like the snows in spring
Fill me with happiness
Like the songbirds chirping their songs
For the things I would do for you
There truly are no

Addict With A Pen

I have an addiction
My fix being these words
That I scribble
For any and all to see
My fix is not injected
Nor smoked,
For my instrument of intoxication

 I itch to express myself
Need to get my fix
Right here and now
So join me on my trip
My high
                My rush
                                For I am doped
And now,
So are you.

The Wrath

Cowering in the corner; it is his turn,
To be freed from my control,
And run rampant.
I can only tremble; and watch.
To control, I botch;
And when loosed, it is not pleasant.
For there is no way to console
Him, nor the difference between us, could you discern.

 He’s out to swing,
Looking for a quick knockout.
Get in his way, and lose a jaw;
Smashed, bashed and shattered to bits.
A fiery fury, he emits,
And at your face he shall gnaw and claw,
And I try not to pout,
As you begin profusely bleeding.

 Pain and suffering are a normality,
Yet this bastard is something different.
He is a part of me,
Yet you drug him out, against my will
And now he wants to kill.
Heart beats coldly;
In a winter storm’s torrent
He is very far from friendly.

 Reckless and untamed;
Screaming, he shall mosh.
Taking anger a step further,
On you he erupts.
Tranquility he disrupts,
As he tries to conquer
Everyone in his way and you will not quash
His efforts and I will be blamed.

 He is me; and I am him.
There is a darkness deep inside
That I ever fight with for power
And command of my body and mind.
He is to be defined
As a twisted horror.
I’m Dr. Jekyll; and he is Hyde.
He is anger and revenge and I don’t like him.

Walking with the Moon

Surrounded by darkness, there stood a man; Owen

                Face to the sky, wondering why, oh yet again

For as he gazed toward heaven

                There manifested, by his side, a brightness

                                Formed in beauty, she was ageless

                                                Bosom length; the jet black hair of a princess;

                                                                 And a tight white dress

                                                                                Clings to her curves, clearly of noblesse

Enveloped in a vibrant aura, a light in the night

                The perfect embodiment of a confident woman; she was the moonlight


Often when lost, Owen looked to her for guidance

                Comforted by her simple presence

                                Worries and confusions, good riddance

When walking along the paths at night, he often would need her

                To light the way after a blunder

                                For even the darkest path, she made infinitely brighter


Full of terrors and horrors is the eventide

                But to the moon, Owen could tell his fears, and protection she’d provide

By the moon’s glow, around him forms the armor of a knight,

                Full plates and mail, will protect him from any fright

With a sword in hand, he fights back his anxieties

                And as they fall before him, he lightens the weight he carries


Hunched, overwhelmed by life’s burdens

                She takes his hand in hers, and his legs and back she straightens

He pushes on, one step at a time, over and over like the times before

Monotony; an unwelcomed companion on their way to explore

                The means to an end, of the never ending war

And as the night progresses, and by the moon’s light, Owen seeks the path

                To escape monotony and his wrath


Upon finding the path, Owen continues on,

                Into the night, monotony be gone

                                And quickly entering into predawn

The darkness, waxing, waning, much like the moon herself will

                Sun soon rising, like a bright daffodil

                                And Owen’s journey; changes from uphill to downhill


And there burns a fire, in the distant gaze

                A woman, of love and desire, ablaze

The moon, she says go, it is time to leave the darkness of the night

                Smile now dear Owen, for it is time to enter into day’s light

Thus the darkness’ terrors and monotony have been vanquished

                And a new journey shall begin; as the nightly walk with the moon has finished.