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Why I Love To Rhyme

I don’t know why I love to rhyme,My poem, I feel should chime They say I’m a thing of the past,Yet I like to think they passionately pass the test of timeStupid of me to whine,When others don’t rhyme,But there you go, there is mine.

Belle Âme: Cheeks Of Rose With Skin As White As Snow

Edith Lockheart Victorian Sleuth Prologue:This story continues from the one linked below, but the story make sense without knowing the previous one: Belle ÂmeFlash Fiction — Murder Mystery A dreary Monday morning; I had become so tired of the lack of motivation that preceded me. But what was I to do I wondered? This thought would lead …

Key

Poem The tarot cards have spoken,These keys are mine,I am so inclined with this conceptual design,The crack of the door, the stiff of the hinge,The street it is confined by must resign,For the house is mine.

Street Food

A flash fiction Wrapped in plastic, lovingly folded, sitting on the side of the street was a biscuit in the shape of Snow White. A girl no older than 10 walks past. The tasteful aroma teases her senses. She eyes the folded up biscuit wrapped with care and decides what harm can come of eating …

Stupid Man

An Angry Poem I was never a fan of this stupid manThinking he’s the shitWhen he should really be being hit‘Talk to me,’ he saysshut up mate you wet the bedBloody clownFor once don’t frown Your poetry is a nightmareSometimes I read it and starewhat happened to the happy timesNow they’re rare Good Dicking is about you, what …

The Devil’s Game

A Fantasy Story  Prologue:This story isn’t my best work, but I love the concept so much I thought I’d share. If anyone would like to work with me on this, I’d love some much-needed rewriting and storyline fixing then my email is here. Charlie sat down in A&E, and he was in excruciating pain. He …

Medusa

I was beautiful once,My long hair touched the floor,My nails painted obsidian,My pinkish legs were to be adored. Now and forevermore I will adorn these scales of a beast,Now I will decorate these locks of snakes,A mirror once an ally,Now a putrefied adonis. Once accompanied,Now ran from,My form is no longer welcomed,I’m beckoned by my …

Dollhouse

Wrappers fly,A house so divine,Living in a mansion,So in twined with the room’s line, A candlelit dinner that will stand the test of time,Candelabra that always get to shine,A house built out of twigs and twine,Sheets cover the little bed that never sleeps,A fantasy world to play, I peek,The lights come on and all is …

Suicide Prevention Month

As you may or may not know September is suicide prevention month. Here at Innocuous, we like to think of ourselves as mental health savvy. So here’s a roundup of our mental health poems and advice posts. As you know suicide is something many people struggle with, in these holiday time many people will need …

The Book

The book’s pages twisted in the wind. It sat there for a while; it waited. A thousand years went past, and no one had touched the book. It felt angry, and it felt absolutely abandoned. Then one day, with no one being the wiser, the book was on the move. A gust of wind took …

Serenity

A flower on the table,A book by the fire,A house in the woods,my life is serene,Serenity coming to me. As I walk through the door,I meet the world I’ve made,A method from those that I have gained.The coffee beckons, and my heart threatens,“Never leave this world, for this world is contained.” I wrap my coat …

Vampire Masquerade — Micro-Fiction

A crystal laced hall with a high ceiling and beautiful diamond-shaped chandelier. The hall was bustling with Victorina styled Vampires, all wearing masks and all dancing. However, there was one that stood out. One that wasn’t so pale. Bliss shuffled to the table and pick up a light wine. She was to have a woozy …

Fashionable

  Those that are fine can only conceive the tide of fresh that hides my lines.Fat is beauty, and beauty is best,Let’s not request what we can of our flesh,For my body is made to be very delicious,This pincushion is precious,Defined and exquisitely timed. A melting pot of luxury,Brands galore,What we want, we also deploreI …

To a future without you.

If it wasn’t for you,I wouldn’t know what’s real,I loved you at one point and now.Well now, you don’t speak true, I listen to the voices,I hear the things you speak,I didn’t always agree,But now I love to see, Flip-flops in the sand, Margaritas by the beach,This friendship can’t stand,These feelings make me weak, What is …

The way of life, the direction of the city

I sit here, questioning what made usI sit here, wondering what would want to make usThe world, covered in dust and painted concrete greyWe rush to our job to make ends meetThe world around us built to the skiesAdvertisements lace the cities The urban jungle snatches the lives of the young and hopefulThe wildlife adapts to …

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