I keep on falling as I try to get away from this crazy world…

Sometimes I feel
Like I don’t belong
As if everything I do
Will go completely wrong
The words coming
Out of my mouth

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W is for Wayside

Can’t believe this is the last week of February already! Suggestions for topics for A-Z are still welcome for the last two days. Don’t hesitate, any topic is fine! :)

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W is for Wayside

He saw her at the wayside
When he drove by
And he couldn’t get her
Out of his mind

V is for Vent

It’s already day 22! A few more days to go and this challenge will be over… :( But let’s not think about that yet… Here is the V! I’m throwing it all out ^^

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V is for Vent

I feel angry
I feel crazy
I feel chaotic
I feel mad

I want to shout
I want to cry

Q is for Quiver

I really, really need the S, T, and U! So please comment down below with topics for these three! PLEEEAASSEEE?!?!

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Q is for Quiver

When your fingers
Toy with my hair
And your lips
Search for my skin

O is for Obsessive

Can’t believe I’m halfway this challenge already! Which also means that S, T, and U are getting closer, for which I still need topics. So please help me out! ^^ And extra topics for 27 and 28 February are always welcome too! But first: the O!

PS. I have been somewhat busy with other stuff, but will soon catch up with your amazing work as well!

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O is for Obsessive

He had to keep her near
He couldn’t let her go
She was his everything
He had always known
But now she pulled away
And he couldn’t let that be

M is for Murder

Somewhat late – it’s past midnight here – but here is the letter M! I wrote the ‘K is for Killer‘ poem a few days ago. This poem was from his perspective. I wanted to parallel this poem to that one by writing this one from her perspective. And I think it worked quite well ^^

I still need S, T and U, dear WordPress family! And you can also suggest topics for the rest of the alphabet if you have some great ideas. They will go into the mix and two of those topics will be picked for the last two days of February…

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M is for Murder

When she first met him
He seemed like a nice guy
But there was something about him
That made her wonder why

K is for Killer

Quite a long poem, almost story-like, today for the letter K.
I hope you like it, because ‘dark and twisted’ poems aren’t really my forte… ^^

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K is for Killer

He couldn’t believe
What he had done
Why did it all go
So extremely wrong
He thought he loved her
That he really cared

C is for Czar

Oh dear! I’m only three days into this challenge and I’m already late posting :( I’ve been reading this amazing book most of the day and kind of forgot – I’m so sorry! But here is the letter C, even though it’s 00:20 here already… I had some difficulty coming up with a poem for this topic, but I think I did okay ^^

Don’t forget to help me out with the topics for M-Z if you didn’t yet! Otherwise I can’t continue my Alphabet Challenge… Rules and previous comments can be found here. Would be great if you responded to that post with some topics to help me out!

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C is for Czar

Ruthless ruler
Feared by his people

I survived.

A while ago, I wrote about short stories. In reaction to that post, Lauren left me the following sentence to work with. It took me a while to come up with a story, but once I started I just couldn’t stop writing. So here it is now!

Feel free to like, dislike, comment or criticise! =)
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The electricity was out, rain was pouring in droves and the trees were scratching the windows. I wasn’t scared. I couldn’t be scared. Because then I would start to cry or even scream. And I couldn’t do that. Because then he would hear me and come into my room again. And I didn’t want that. I had to be brave. I closed my eyes and tried to think happy thoughts. 

I’m scared…

Not one of my happiest poems, but these thoughts keep running through my head like crazy and I just had to get it all out… As the song below says: “If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to. And I feel like I’m naked in front of a crowd, cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud.” It certainly helps getting it all down on paper, it’s at least a start. Even though it’s still all very scary to me and the words seem to yell right back at me…

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I’m scared
Of so many
Things

I’m scared
Of the song my heart
Sings