Uh. Well. I don't have all that many writings to contribute to this section, and really all my writings are either assignments or spur of the moment stuff, but I figured it'd be a good idea have a place to at least post my random works than spam other places with it.
Here's a poem I did last year~
! My Baby
! Loveless and lost in myself
Naught a thing to hold
No hope shed a light on my soul
No beauty into my world
Never had a man come to my side
Never had another given me chance
Life is what I wanted
The life of a baby born
But none would heed my call
My desperate plea for a baby
I desire motherly nature
But nature desires not me
Year and year, one after another
Still no soul responds
Deep in my dark hole I crawl
Deep in my soul I sob
More and more time passes me by
Seconds like hours, minutes like days
And one day I found myself
Within the arms of my dream
I found a giver
A giver of life for me
He gave me blood red roses
How I cherished thee
I kept a rose with me
At every hour I could
Waiting for the life
to be born
A rose for each day passed
And a rose each day dead
The lump grew bigger and bigger
For every rose passed
After weeks and weeks
And months galore
My lump could grow no more
In a bed I lay
The pain incredible
But every second didn't matter
Any pain insignificant
As long as I could have my baby
The pain could go on forever
I push and push
Screaming, crying, desperate
My baby, I can see
In the arms of the doctor
My hands hold my sweet dream
Close to my chest
I lay my ear on my baby
And listen for that sweet beating
But nothing I hear
I check his neck and his wrist
But my baby is not beating
My baby is a corpse
No, no, it couldn't be
Not after so long a wait
But it was my fault my baby
Is no longer awake
Roses pass by my eyes
And over the months
Dozens gather over my room
All dead, only one in bloom
It's my fault, my fault
All my fault
I did this,
Only me
It doesn't matter how many tears fall
How many rivers come
I did this
And I should pay
My red rose in my hand
I fingered the thorns
And it's pointed end
One hand on my stomach
The other held the rose
I smiled, soon it would be over
Thrusting fast and quick
I shoved the flowery quill
And the dead roses rose red again
Sweet iron filled my senses
And a petal fell on my heart
I felt no pain
None at all
I got what I wanted
Revenge for My Baby
The poem was for an english assignment. We had to write something dark, gothic and Edgar Allan Poe inspired. The poem itself is about a woman who's depressed and wishes to have a child to (hopefully) fill the void, but no man would ever give her one. After much time passes, she finally gets a man who will give her a child. This man gives her a red rose everyday to show his love. Once her baby is born and she finds out it's stillborn, she blames herself. She thinks it's her fault her baby died, and kills herself with one of the roses.