The art you see here is my newest. I originally shared it to my profile @ Kikiers.com recently. I love how it came out. I would love to know what the community here thinks of it. Hope you enjoy!

Creative Writing Assessment for school.

In this assessment, we had to choose a random news report and write a story on it, or at least that’s what we did for the practice, but the teacher told me to submit the practice writing and I had almost two months to just sleep in class while everyone else wrote their creative writing assessment. This assessment ended up getting me an E8 (Excellence level 8), which is the highest grade in New Zealand schooling, so I got an A+. Here it is. “Oh god, I should not be doing this. I should NOT be doing this. If my parents could see me now, they would be so disappointed.” The man whispered to himself,hands shaking from a mixture of the cold air and his own fear as he pulls his...

Certain way The amount of times  I have told myself to be  a certain way  Would have been used much better on telling myself that There is no certain way to be As long as you  Love and Care and  Wonder and Admire  The world that surrounds you 

Echoing Silence —

I'm back with a new piece. This piece represents a new step in my writing, I have experimented with new structure, tense and removed intentional rhyming. The poem is a story, following two strangers... One which took me a long time to prepare and develop, to experiment and create. This is because the meaning of this poem is something to which I hold dear... I hope you enjoy. Two strangers stand, locking eyes on the street. Not a sound is made. While phone numbers exchange.   A park bench, a couple and five ducks. Flocking to bread which flies in the calm, with hands held softly, against the bench. Still air shivering chills down spines.   Wrapped in each other’s arms, a man...

Silent Nights —

A love poem shall we say? Two forbidden lovers? Their love unaccepted by friends, family, society? Their love being the only thing that holds them together? That keeps them happy? What do you think...? I miss those silent nights, under midnight lights. The love seeping through our veins. I miss the cold night air, through the feel of your hair and the kisses as we stood in the rain. Despite the screeching of cars, we were safe, beneath the stars. Often forgetting our pain. Your smile was a charm, as you lay in my arms. Those nights, a sleeping pill for your brain. We were safer, we thought, so we ought to get caught. That's when the punishment came. Yes...

[SENSITIVE]: The Garden —

Again, the promise of this poem is rather dark. If this poem affects you in any way, make sure to talk with someone you trust. The message of this poem is not as dark as it may seem. The overall message is a warning, about a misleading act, I will explain below. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ His child in distress, was leaving him without rest. Until she found comfort, in a rest of her own. Like her own secret garden. Hidden somewhere. Not even a letter, to say she was there. It was all so perfect, till the roses drew blood. Against the thorns she bled. Staining...

Together —

Gone through a heart break before? Lost a friend? Family? Had a fight with someone? Always make amends, always apologise. Or this poem may apply to you. Together. Together we must love and respect one and another... We were perfect you and I. For whilst our heads were in the sky. By friends we were surrounded. Every day, they were keeping us grounded. We began to dream, Of our future scene. Living life together. Singing and dancing our way through the days. All of our time... together. But the light in your eyes faded. While your love for me had degraded. You made your decision, unsure, but thought with "precision" My light and happiness now raided. ...

[SENSITIVE]: The Battle —  

I am not in here to make money, to make gift points. Though I am adding a 10 coin unlock on sensitive media so it is a conscious effort to read these. Some of my darker poems could cause harm to someone in a hard time. So, be mindful of what you can read, what you can handle. Make sure to look after yourself.  I write for people to feel, but it's not always a nice feeling. The Battle —   Skin tight. Smile bright. All to disguise, her darkest thoughts. At night. For her skin scaled, and wrapped around, the rib cage, of which will hide. Her heart, her soul, the key to her mind. With happiness nowhere in sight For though her smile was bright, her hands were...

The Road Trip — Your mind is a car. But you're not the only one who can drive. Sometimes it seems, that you're only along for the ride. When you're at the wheel. The passengers: Love, joy and cheer; hold all of the maps Telling you speeds to go. And where. But despite them all there, you're still not in control of the gear. For in the back sits sorrow, loneliness.. and fear. They scream and yell: "You've now passed contempt!! YOU IDIOT!! You know you're only comfortable there" Distress, in an attempt to fix the mess, flicks to reverse and begins to steer. Now moving backwards so fast even love is shedding a tear. But knowing failure is near, in one...

Pure love — You can draw your own conclusions from this, though I need help, should I name myself Crux, or M. J. Parker? Our eyes and bodies lock together, connected with an instinctive bond. A burning passion releases our animals from within. And in that moment... Our legs; our souls, intertwine. Whilst our bodies shift and move, with the pumping of our blood. Our hearts race in slow synchronicity, to the drumming roll, of emotion. Inhales interrupted. Waves of endorphins crash, washing over our bodies as we gasp for air; drowning. Our minds blank. Our bodies numb, numb to the feeling. Pure love. ~ M. J....

He said, she said.

He said she said  What an old tale One that never fails  To pull people apart  And break millions of hearts The tales make lies And people hanging from the skies Its so morbid and evil But I still hangout with the devil. Happy Nights! ♡ Let me know your thoughts on if I produce these into recorded songs. Instagram: _w1derland_ 😁

I will be better than you with any guy under the sun But I now have someone I call the one Someone you struggle to find Because every guy just wants to fuck you from behind They can't look at your face Then they will remember you ain't no ace Now Imma' smash you and leave without a trace...