The Weird
03 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
in Crossover, Excerpt, National Museum, Poetry
When someone in the place where my NaNo is set has fae heritage, people say they have a bit of “the weird” in them. This poem is from the point of view of two of my main characters.
A bit of “the weird”
It’s what they say…
Do they know what that means?
Do they know how it hurts?
To be shoved away or pushed aside,
Or left out of their normal life?
A bit of “the weird”
They whisper and point…
Do they think we don’t see?
Do they think we don’t care?
To see their fear or feel that shame,
Or see how they look down on us?
A bit of “the weird”
But who really cares?
Isn’t it part of who we are?
Isn’t it how we help others?
Rise above it or work within it!
But don’t ignore your inner self!
I (don’t) hate you
12 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poetry, Tale of the Past, Team Alpha Tags: Keenan
I hate you
For all the pain you cause
For all the strife you sew
For all the trouble wrought
I hate you
You, who stole my heart
Who broke it clean in two
Who crushed the shattered shards
I hate you
I can’t count all the ways
You can’t even imagine
Yet somehow… I don’t
I hate you
The mother of my children
The one who showed me life
You taught my heart to dance
I really want to hate you
Somehow, I just can’t…
