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@LittleKitten #mirror #youngwritershousehold Mirror mirror, This mirror mimicks Every single move Mirror mirror, Who is hiding On the other side of you. Mirror mirror, How does she look.
#youngwritershousehold Picture day, picture day... I hope my hair's looking okay. Line is moving, I'm up next... No one's absent, no pretext.
#youngwritershousehold When it's dark, And I'm in my room, I hear strange noises, And look into the gloom. I clutch his fluffy paw, Stroke his soft fur. Now it doesn't matter, Whatever might occur.
With sword of silver, shield in hand, I wait patiently for your command. Held tightly in your warm embrace, Your gentle smile, your lovely face.
Take my advice, never eat moldy cheese, It'll get to you before you can sneeze, And cut through your sanity like a knife, Before you know, before your eyes is flashing by your life.
#youngwritershousehold A tip of my toe, Is as simple as can be, Breathing gently, And very slowly. A raise of an arm, Maybe the other, Come on over, Let's dance forever.
#Youngwritershousehold Two elegant arms, Held above her head. She dances to the music, And the tears that are shed. Focused on her dream, She flies across the floor.
#youngwritershousehold Gentle hands are curved, Into a perfect rainbow, Toes pointed, frozen in time, My face is aglow.
#youngwritershousehold She spins, she sways, To whatever song plays, She glides through the air, Without any care.
#youngwritershousehold. I dance with grace and beauty,. Leaps high in the air,. With bold blue eyes shining bright,. And skin so pale and fair,. Lips as red as roses,. Cheeks a light, soft pink,.
#youngwritershousehold. Two red dots smeared on my lips,. White powder polishes my cheeks,. A pink tutu pulled up to my hips,. And my French perfume reeks,. My hair pulled tightly by a ring,.
Hello again. I'm so excited to judge again, it's been awhile. Lol. Good job to everyone who entered, and thanks @jan3601 for picking my poem.
Alright, a few minutes late, but here are the results :O 1st place goes to.....@PIRGIR with Backstab, really truthful piece. 2nd place goes to.....@KANS with a brilliant poem.
#Youngwritershousehold #emotion The cool blade tiptoes, Across my arm. It'll keep me safe, Safe from harm. The silver tip, Wanders on my wrist. Just a little slice, Will clear up the mist.
It penetrates me. Takes my life. Stabs me through. Does the knife. I wonder when. It will all end. Straight to hell. He will send. I can't believe. What you did. I just thought. You were a kid.
#youngwritershousehold. When leaving a friendship. There's nothing to pack. You go as you are. Knife in your back. You walk all alone. No want for sympathy. And soon everyone knows. Through telepathy.
'C'mon Al' said Sam, 'what's the worst that could happen?' Sam was Alfred's best friend. He had been since preschool but he still didn't quite understand him.
#youngwritershousehold. Familiar faces crowding,. Lives spoiled day after day,. The crackling siren sounding,. Trying to keep us at bay,. The tension around us rising,.
So I'll start by thanking @ren360 for choosing me, means a lot :) but I guess I now have to pick a word which is..... Knife Sorry if it has been done, but I think it'll be good.
EUCK. ACK. It's under the rug. What maleovolent horrible bug. Oh. Eek. It's close to my shoe. Get it away, what should I do. Jesus, it's fumed. Look at it rankle. Oh, dear Lord it's climbing my ankle.
#youngwritershousehold. He lay there, broken,. Like a flightless bird,. The first time woken,. For a thousand years,. He's crying, gold tears,. While I watch, smug,. He had made all my fears,.
There it is, That damned rug, Staring at me, Looking all smug. I was only 7, But this rug knew, I would trip over it, Even if it would be the last thing I do.
#youngwritershousehold @ren360 Once I was three, My mommy disowned me, my daddy did too, Do you know how it feels, When no one loves you.
#youngwritershousehold The rug sits there, Plain to see, My grandma wove it, Just for me. She wove it, With love and care, And the day before she died, She placed it there.