#spilled work
‘He sees the world all filled with mirrors: he sees not others, but how he feels about others; he loves not me, but his love for me.’
'the self-centred man,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1253
“well now I understand, how a mother’s heart
can boil into such a brutal cold;
I have thawed my rage, as I am without command;
weak as I am, I fall before your demands. I am subjected; I am told.
Hades too shall have my babe, should
this predatory Winter’s swollen stomach grow –
I give you my ring in hopes that it birth
no more— that the frozen rivers will start to flow.
Fill our fields with cornucopias of corn,
bright and golden as that which I have bequeathed –
how we shall chant your praises, then!
You shall wear our bounty as a victor’s wreath.
I fear for my love. I do not cry, nor rest, just rage;
believe truly, goddess, that I understand your pain –
for, if it were I that could grip the Sun, I would care
for no burned fingers:
I would starve you all— you too, fellow mother—
and starve you still again.”
‘a mother’s offering, designed to move demeter,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1252
‘my misery has too much depth to it,
and my words too much lightness—
I wonder if I can survive
another day of speaking in white horses.’
'speaking in white horses,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1251
‘and I know
that if I knew me
I’d know, she’s a desperate thing, by now—
I wish
that someone gave to me
the kind of love that looks.’
'I give it to everyone else,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1250
‘my mind paints its strokes in the brightest of colours,
but my hands can only manage grey;
so I turn to the night, which is all black and white,
understanding that I would only do terrible injustice to the day.’
'sad songs,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1249
*This is a sequel to Cursed Winter Love. Please read that first*
Years later I met another girl.
She was even more beautiful.
When we first met our conversation went something like this:
“Hey”
“Hey. What is a cute girl like you talking to someone like me?”
“I’ve seen you around work lately…”
“And?”
“I wanna be your girlfriend”
I had a crush on her for a while so I answered this:
“Of course you can, cutie”
5 years later…
She was pregnant.
Since we were going to have a child together…
I thought it would make sense if I proposed.
“Dear cutie, will you marry me?”
“Only if you catch me a snowflake”
Why?
WHY?
Why did she ask the same thing?
I went to the same forest.
The same people kept telling me not to go there.
I ignored them again.
The last girl died from a seizure when I gave her the snowflake.
When I grabbed the snowflake…
And I gave it to her…
My child who was in the womb was acting strange…
That’s when I noticed the snowflake was a bit…reddish.
When she put the snowflake against herself for our son to feel…
The doctor said he died.
That’s when I realized the snowflakes I had been catching were…
The Great Cursed Deadly Snowflakes.
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I once met this girl.
She was the most beautiful girl I had seen.
I got to know her.
6 years later I asked her to be my girlfriend.
I mean, after all, I had to ask her at some point.
She said yes.
I was so happy.
2 years later I proposed.
I really wanted to marry her.
She said “I’ll marry you if you catch me a snowflake.”
I didn’t know what to do.
I went to this forest where it snowed all the time.
People kept telling me not to go there.
I ignored them.
I really wanted to marry this girl.
When I got there…
Snowflakes started to fall.
It was midnight.
I managed to catch one.
At the moment I gave it to her…
The second I grabbed it…
She died.
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I wish I wasn’t bullied.
I wish I knew how to defend myself.
I wish my crush would notice me.
I wish I was rich.
I wish for everybody’s dreams to come true.
I wish I still had my father.
I wish I wasn’t child abused.
But even if I could make these wishes come true, I wouldn’t.
Because I can’t escape life.
And more evil would be after me.
So I’m fine where I am.
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“My life is like a…a…labyrinth!” I shouldn’t have said that…
Every time I try to hang out with my friends, they don’t have time.
Every time I want to buy something, I either don’t have the time or money.
I fail at everything I do.
I’m lost in the labyrinth.
A dead end.
I constantly find dead ends.
“Where’s the exit?!” I ask myself.
I need to leave.
I’m hungry.
There’s no food here.
I’m sleepy.
There are monsters everywhere.
“I can’t sleep with all these monsters” I thought.
Then I remembered…
Why did the king put me in this labyrinth.
Because I tried to give his daughter epilepsy with my magic.
There’s no escape from the labyrinth.
That is why it is so famous.
I’m gonna die here.
I may have wings…
But without my energy…
I can’t fly.
There’s also a spell that won’t let me leave.
They are probably going to erase my memories again anyways.
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some days
I spring to life at dawn
well-oiled and eager I
glide on tiles as if made
of sunflowers
and other
I drag my body
from the sheets
mumble poems,
sweet nothings dull crayons
with which I color the gray space.
-gray space, Kelsey Ray Banerjee
