I don't own him, he owns me.
Making demands with hard looks,
but he's never long out of favor.
Already onto the next thing.
Always up for a cuddle,
though it may be short and end abruptly.
Always needing attention,
though it may be as simple as acknowledgement.
Always slinking and snooping where he doesn't belong.
So easily forgiven with a cute look.
Soft and small and sweet.
Except when he's not.
Tail curled and motor purr.
Always knows when I feel bad,
even when I wish he didn't.
Always wants my undivided attention NOW,
even when I can't give it.
Always makes me laugh,
even when he's being a brat.
Angry and annoyed an
You remember when the moon
was a mystery, made of cream cheese.
Riddled not with raters, but a man's face?
And when he turned his grin away,
you wondered why.
You remember when a storm
was a reason to be afraid.
Loud crashes, bright flashes. All unexplained.
Perhaps cloud giants, or Gods who bowl.
And you believed the stories.
You remember when the darkness
was a beast with eyes and claws and teeth.
The Nights were way too dark to ever, ever sleep.
Not to mention the dreams, the monsters whispering
beneath the bed, behind the closet door, hiding in shadows,
that drove you from your bed.
What you don't remember is the day
you
Daddy's a giant, ten feet at least.
Hands bigger than both of mine
and gentle for the size.
He lifts with ease
things that surely weigh a ton.
Booming laughter fills every room,
as does every shout.
Smiles are a mile wide and frowns forebodingly deep.
Five big steps are one of his
and a shoe fits both my feet.
Shadows do not scare him,
nor the shrieking winds.
Closets hold no monsters
for they are scared of him.
There are times at which I wish
I was not so small.
But do things ever look the same when you
are Daddy tall?
Deadly Secrets: Intro, Broken by Dercce, literature
Literature
Deadly Secrets: Intro, Broken
I was six years, four months, and ten days old when the domes went up.
A dome for every city. One for every town that can afford it. I remember my Mother cried the day we found out that our town couldn't. Couldn't afford the precautions necessary to protect us from the polluted air, the poisoned land, the befouled water. She cried ever day for a year because my sister and I couldn't go to school. We had to get breathers and eat nonperishable goo-food so we didn't get sick from the toxins in the ground, water, and air. But we only got issued three breathers. My Mother gave hers to me and shared with my Father.
It wasn't enough to keep
An idea rests on edge of mind,
and when studied closely
dances out of reach.
Teases, taunts, torments
all while out of sight.
Other thoughts clamor and crow
for all of your attention.
Collide, bubble, creep into focus.
Voices shouting to be known
all but one.
A Knight, a maid, a hero, a villain.
He seeks a quest of noble purpose.
She wants a Master who shouts less.
One needs a focus, someone's needs to fill.
Yet another wants a life of peace.
And others wait to speak still.
It's crowded in here, waist deep in quests
and deeds. In one corner wait heroes while warlocks plot.
But for today, right they're not.
To the forefront
Housed with darkness
it is light.
Thought as good
but it just might be
The worst of sorrows.
It has eyes to see
both our darkness and our light.
It has teeth to leave us broken
when it proves false.
It has claws to seek purchase
long after we wish it gone.
For it, we hang on
long after justified.
For it, we always look
in times of need.
For it, we think a friend
just until we see
its dark side.
Though we cannot see ourselves
burdened with this beast, it
is clear on others.
The victim who loves her abuser.
The broken family who wants to stay 'whole'.
The child who ignores parental flaws.
It is only then we know its evil
We've always spent our Summers together, no matter what, since my number one. It's always just been the five of us. My best friend Sophie, who shares my birthday. My older half-brother Beck, who pretects Sophie and I rather like daughters. And Sophie's older brothers James and Kyle, who happen to be twins and super-hot. Just the five of us, friends to the end and pretty much family.
But this Summer, our last Summer is different.
Sophie and Beck have brought dates, Kyle's got two friends coming, and James and I have drifted closer and closer. Just as Kyle and I have drifted further and further apart. But Zack (Sophie's "date"), Amy (B
I don't own him, he owns me.
Making demands with hard looks,
but he's never long out of favor.
Already onto the next thing.
Always up for a cuddle,
though it may be short and end abruptly.
Always needing attention,
though it may be as simple as acknowledgement.
Always slinking and snooping where he doesn't belong.
So easily forgiven with a cute look.
Soft and small and sweet.
Except when he's not.
Tail curled and motor purr.
Always knows when I feel bad,
even when I wish he didn't.
Always wants my undivided attention NOW,
even when I can't give it.
Always makes me laugh,
even when he's being a brat.
Angry and annoyed an
You remember when the moon
was a mystery, made of cream cheese.
Riddled not with raters, but a man's face?
And when he turned his grin away,
you wondered why.
You remember when a storm
was a reason to be afraid.
Loud crashes, bright flashes. All unexplained.
Perhaps cloud giants, or Gods who bowl.
And you believed the stories.
You remember when the darkness
was a beast with eyes and claws and teeth.
The Nights were way too dark to ever, ever sleep.
Not to mention the dreams, the monsters whispering
beneath the bed, behind the closet door, hiding in shadows,
that drove you from your bed.
What you don't remember is the day
you
Daddy's a giant, ten feet at least.
Hands bigger than both of mine
and gentle for the size.
He lifts with ease
things that surely weigh a ton.
Booming laughter fills every room,
as does every shout.
Smiles are a mile wide and frowns forebodingly deep.
Five big steps are one of his
and a shoe fits both my feet.
Shadows do not scare him,
nor the shrieking winds.
Closets hold no monsters
for they are scared of him.
There are times at which I wish
I was not so small.
But do things ever look the same when you
are Daddy tall?
Deadly Secrets: Intro, Broken by Dercce, literature
Literature
Deadly Secrets: Intro, Broken
I was six years, four months, and ten days old when the domes went up.
A dome for every city. One for every town that can afford it. I remember my Mother cried the day we found out that our town couldn't. Couldn't afford the precautions necessary to protect us from the polluted air, the poisoned land, the befouled water. She cried ever day for a year because my sister and I couldn't go to school. We had to get breathers and eat nonperishable goo-food so we didn't get sick from the toxins in the ground, water, and air. But we only got issued three breathers. My Mother gave hers to me and shared with my Father.
It wasn't enough to keep
An idea rests on edge of mind,
and when studied closely
dances out of reach.
Teases, taunts, torments
all while out of sight.
Other thoughts clamor and crow
for all of your attention.
Collide, bubble, creep into focus.
Voices shouting to be known
all but one.
A Knight, a maid, a hero, a villain.
He seeks a quest of noble purpose.
She wants a Master who shouts less.
One needs a focus, someone's needs to fill.
Yet another wants a life of peace.
And others wait to speak still.
It's crowded in here, waist deep in quests
and deeds. In one corner wait heroes while warlocks plot.
But for today, right they're not.
To the forefront
Housed with darkness
it is light.
Thought as good
but it just might be
The worst of sorrows.
It has eyes to see
both our darkness and our light.
It has teeth to leave us broken
when it proves false.
It has claws to seek purchase
long after we wish it gone.
For it, we hang on
long after justified.
For it, we always look
in times of need.
For it, we think a friend
just until we see
its dark side.
Though we cannot see ourselves
burdened with this beast, it
is clear on others.
The victim who loves her abuser.
The broken family who wants to stay 'whole'.
The child who ignores parental flaws.
It is only then we know its evil
We've always spent our Summers together, no matter what, since my number one. It's always just been the five of us. My best friend Sophie, who shares my birthday. My older half-brother Beck, who pretects Sophie and I rather like daughters. And Sophie's older brothers James and Kyle, who happen to be twins and super-hot. Just the five of us, friends to the end and pretty much family.
But this Summer, our last Summer is different.
Sophie and Beck have brought dates, Kyle's got two friends coming, and James and I have drifted closer and closer. Just as Kyle and I have drifted further and further apart. But Zack (Sophie's "date"), Amy (B