The Uncalculated.
Look at them, such chemistry.
I don’t know what it is between them;
friendship?
But it is a little more complicated than that.
Look at her, such beauty.
There’s something special and different about her;
cheekiness?
No one dares to treat me as such,
but then she doesn’t know who I really am.
Look at her, such brazenness.
Why do I feel a need to protect her from him;
oblivious of his being,
I need to save this naive girl
before it is too late.
It is. It was.
She hid her true identity too,
she found out who he really is,
she continues to hide her identity;
she cannot define these feelings she has,
whenever she is with THEM,
but she knows she is grateful to have them as her friends.
He falls for her,
as she is not like any other girl;
he wants her.
He, too, falls for her,
but he knows he must not touch her,
because their friendship is more important,
and his loyalty is to his blue-blooded friend;
so he watches over her,
protects her.
His brother proposed to her.
He has to protect her from his own blood,
What can he do when his father believes
his brother is trying to save the family from this proposal?
What can he do when he know his brother
is planning something more sinister?
A secret plan
to bring down the royal line.
He goes to his friend,
as much as it pains him
to realise,
he cannot do anything to save his love,
but his friend can.
But more importantly to save his friend
from his own flesh and blood.
He saved his first love.
He is forever grateful to his loyal friend;
he did not know his friend shared the same feelings for her.
Did his friend come to him,
to save her or to save him?
"He saved her. He deserves her."
News of his friend leaving for the border
rings in his ear.
When she first found of this same news,
her heart skipped a beat.
She realised she cares,
but how much?
He doesn't know I am doing this for myself.
Out of sight, out of mind.
I need to leave
than to be reminded
every day and every night
or every time I see them together
of how much I love her.
Their eyes locked.
He saw them looking at each other;
He saw how they avoided each other.
He sensed something but could not quite put his finger on it;
or did he choose not to put his finger on it.
Blue turns to green.
But he could not turn green,
to a friend who did so much for him.
Oh why, does he fall for the same person he did?
She cares but to whom does her heart lie?
her heart aches,
she could not quite decide.
She realises she is a Villain.
The villain who ruined the very thing she admired between them,
the very thing she craved.
Friendship so pure, even love lost.
Her very existence has extinguished this friendship,
the friendship she does not deserve.
#ChallengeofthemonthIV#February#TheVillain
Deadeye
I am driven to do things. Call it family destiny, or pure self gratification. Whatever you see it as, that's your perception.
But the bottom line of it all is that I will accomplish what my father tried to do years before.
He might have made it, too. If only my mother had survived.
They were kept on the lowest rung, looked down on, even after they gained their freedom. So he figured, he had gifts, she had gifts, and no one was going to look down on them for much longer.
Dad started with a couple of banks. He would sleep well the night before, not troubled with pesky morals like other men, and he would see the job ahead with his third eye. Ran through it a lot, controlling it like the pages of a book. Mama, she didn't need to prepare nearly as much. She could read a brain like it was a grocery list.
And they would go together, faces masked, kill who they had to kill to get what they needed. Money to go to the next step. Means to an end.
The next step was drugs, then blackmail.
They got so powerful, the others had to stop them.
Someone must've figured out to get the king, you had to kill the queen.
Maybe the same person who figured out her power, because they clearly moved without thought. They trapped her like an animal. Imagine that, a work of art like her, treated like an animal! Strung her up before my father and his men could get to them.
Lesson learned by me. Expect your crew to let you down. The people protecting my mother didn't do their jobs.
My father, he kept going for a while, even picked off a few of the men who killed Mama.
They got him by buying who they could, killing who they couldn't, and moving fast.
Now I, as much as it hurts, admire the strategy. But they were stupid for letting me live.
And many have regretted that since, at least for the few minutes they lived after meeting me.
So I'm now here in Devil's Eye. The last part of my plan is falling into place. I sense there's someone here that can do what my parents did, either read minds or see the future.
And my plan is clear. Get him on my side, it would be better for both of us.
Or kill him and fulfill my own destiny.
Villainy
His belt was worse than his bark.
His fingers pried at my secrets.
His knive carved deep into my being,
His words scarred my soul.
His nails tore at my feet
I was unstable, unusable, undone.
Of compassion he had none.
You picked me up off of the dust, you led him away.
You healed the scars of yesterday.
You shielded me with iron will.
So that I didn’t have to pay my father’s bill.
Wanderlust
Cincinnati thunder rolls
on the corners of my skin
this heart that beats
to the beat of England
whispers Italy within
got no money to waste
nor time to spend
not for mountains
or beaches or deserts
just sit tight
in this little old town
in our little house
with the small minded neighbors
who know all our whereabouts
there is
no sign of danger
in this well known
i cannot stay here
if i never leave
i will never grow.
#smalltown#traveler#poetry#home