r-nemesh

[r-nemesh]

Oh to be the Artist or the Muse

I am neither the artist nor the muse

For I lack the grace of a muse

And am deprived of the skill of a artist/

I am not like the muses

Whom the artist uses

Who captivate the room

Who’s smile is full of bloom

I am but a shadow in the corner/

Someone who is skipped over

I am not someone who memorable

Often seen as invisible

I am not like the artists

Who craft masterpieces in secret/

Who’s skill and knowledge is endless/

Who bring light to the darkness/

I am but an artist of words

My mind is full of blurs

Devoid of skill or knowledge

My memories are nothing if not tarnished/

I will never be the muse or the artist

For I lack the incentive of the muse

And am deprived of the innovation of the artist

[r-nemesh]

Sticks and Stoned

Sticks and stone may break my bones But words cut deeper than any knife

Words shoot me down faster than any bullet Words can take me from the top of the world to rock bottom

Words can bring life and joy Words can bring death and grief

Though sticks and stones can scrape me and make me bleed Words can harm me more than the sharpest stone

Sticks and stones may break my bones But words can kill me without a second glance

[r-nemesh]

The Knitter

Valentines was a beautiful day. Filled with love, romance, and flowers. A day where couples proclaimed their love for each other every year. For her? It was torture. Every Valentine’s day she would walk around, and every Valentine’s day she would hear the screams of thousands relationships built on lies. The screams that demand that cheaters and abusers be brought to justice. She wanted nothing more than to get rid of this curse disguised as a blessing. However, she was the Knitter. Designer and creator of relationships. She knits strings of yellow, red, and white. To connect people to their lovers and friends. At first, she loved it, bringing happiness and joy to everyone. However, people turned evil, and in response, she turned ruthless and merciless. Years of seeing people hurt others in the name of ‘love’ and. ‘good’, she grew bitter. She vowed to uphold love, and protect those wronged in the name of it. She punished the dirty cheats that dared cross her. She protected those who were hurt by those they loved. She was named the Guardian of Love, Hope to the victims, and a Monster to those that wronged her. So, be warned, for she is always watching.