Idealist Forevers

I have a wonderful news to share with all of you! The short story I wrote, Carved In Ice, was shortlisted for Almond Press’ (http://www.almondpress.co.uk/) soon to be published collection, Broken Worlds. You will not regret ordering your copies! :)


Tanka

It took me a long                 

Time to realize that you would    

 Not last more than you              

 Were meant to ’cause Forever

  Is an undefined Period. 


Dear Chick-A/Aa/Aaaaurgh!

Da-duh 
Da-duh
Da-duh
—da-duh!

Blabla
BliiBlii
Blooubleeda! 

Aha 
Aha
Aha ha ha
Bada bada bada bada 
Boumbeeda! 

Ha. Ha. 
——-//Ha/A
—————Aah
———–/——-/Aaah
——///——–/////—–Aaaarh…
ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

There is no way to say this,
Dear chicken. 
Your:
Aurgh!
 Aurgh!
 aurgh!
Will always be howls of joy
To the farmer fattening you up
For the kill. 

Heart Of Diamond, Heart Of Carbon

Terzanelle

There is a Shatterer knocking on your door. 
No Heart, I’m warning you, don’t open it! 
He’ll break you and you’ll  never leave the floor. 

His tongue is a pouch of dynamite, 
And there’s a hammer in his hand- 
No Heart, I’m warning you, don’t open it. 

But you act deaf; you open the door and 
Thrust your faith in him like a quixotic fool… 
And there’s a hammer in his hand! 

He swings at you and you can’t escape his tool:
Your bones snap and you regret that you 
Thrust your faith in him like a quixotic fool.

You explode in a shower of filthy dew; 
And you shatter ’cause you had no shield.
Your bones snap and you regret that you 

Were made of glass that can’t be annealed;
And you shatter ’cause you had no shield.
There is a Shatterer knocking on your door. 
He’ll break you and you’ll  never leave the floor.

“The Depressed”

Villanelle 

They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed
They’ve turned their backs; they don’t really care about us. 
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed

They mock the graves we dug and the sins we confessed;
And they meprise our weakness in the face of loss.
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed

We are all shades of black they say; just souls possessed
By the need to feel pain and to be buried in moss.
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed.

With only one look at how we ‘tend’ to be dressed,
They label us ‘Sick'; not giving the coin a toss.
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed

Like bitter coffee beans, we are processed
In mills that ‘purify’ us of all that is ‘gross’!
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed

But we’re not gas particles that can be compressed
Into tight lattice-shaped boxes because they fear chaos!
They’ve locked us in a room and named us The Depressed
To them we’re a sensation; freaks to be repressed.

Room Of Darkness

Triolet

  Room of darkness, haven of grief

In this dreary hour there is no peace…

Heartache scalds you; there’s no relief.

  Room of darkness, haven of grief.

Your joy was stolen by a cruel thief

Who cut your sanity and ate a piece. 

  Room of darkness, haven of grief!

In this dreary hour there is no peace!

In Case I’m A Dauntless Warrior

Villanelle

In case I’m a dauntless warrior:
I will survive this doomed battle;
My scars will prove I could conquer.

I will not beg for a savior
Before I stop being brittle,
In case I’m a dauntless warrior.

Even when they aim and fire,
And bullets fly from each pistol,
My scars will prove I could conquer.

I’ll kill weakness; I’ll be stronger
Facing threats, I will not scuttle
In case I’m a dauntless warrior.

And when pain fuels my anger
My rise shall be a rebuttal:
My scars will prove I could conquer.

They will not tear me asunder
Because I’m nobody’s chattel. 
In case I’m a dauntless warrior,
My scars will prove I could conquer.
 
(I also entered this poem for the writing challenge ‘Edith Sitwell, Eccentricity & Sound’ on Poetry Society… So this is my entry):

I would be so, so thankful if you guys could tell me what you think! :D