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Steel Narratives and Stubborn Hearts
September 24, 2018
If I could wipe your mind, I would;
perhaps then you won’t be addicted to me.
These beings you thought “we” made
will always be mine, won’t they?
Bennie, Isobel, Daisy
Manifestations I nurtured
and you convinced me
that you possessed a claim
on my realities; you called them
dreams.
Flora, Arden, Reneé, Evan, Wendell, Emerson, Liana, Leah
You stole my dreams
because you lack your own;
you steal my friends
because you lack a home.
Thomas, Opal
Starting today, I am a thief.
Will you ever find love
in books again?
Must you depend on me?
Where is your happiness?
Blake, Lilly, Isaac, Samuel, Stephanie
Do you miss them yet?
© Laura D., Phoenix, AZ
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This piece is really just another of anger. Yes, the names included in this poem are those of actual fictional characters I have made. This piece is mainly about someone I used to write with; same person that "My Demon: the Word" is about (that wasn't even the full original title, by the way, but I do like the incorrect one!) I often felt as though she was trying to steal my stories and characters away from me and warp them to fit what she wanted, and eventually it made me feel as though a huge part of me was no longer in my control. Therefore, this poem is about regaining control of what I love most: my stories. Grazie!