This is my seventh attempt…

This is my seventh attempt,
Of writing what has been written,
Seven-thousand times before,
Stealing the world’s ideas,
And corrupting her words,
Altering phrases, slightly turning meaning,
Until it seems to be my own,
This is my seventh attempt.

This is my eighth attempt,
Of writing the same words,
I’ve written eight-thousand times before,
Re-using the same theme,
Again and again, and yet once again,
Giving my works a sound that is repetitive and boring,
Pushing away hopes of growth.
This is my eighth attempt.

This is my ninth attempt,
Of becoming a murderer,
Attempted nine-thousand times before,
Oh but why can’t I just die,
And fade away with all my dreams,
Reiterative and plagiaristic,
And forget everything, but how to sleep?
This is my ninth attempt.

Copyright © 2014 by
Atirah Jewel

Engel

Sweet child of mine,
You took my hand,
You took my flesh,
And now the sky refuses to smile at you.
Murderous.

You watch as the darkness falls,
The only light you will know,
But instead of tears,
You produce a smile.
Relentless.

The wounds you have caused,
Scars that will never heal,
You fly on your broken wings of withered dreams,
And sing good-bye to all the angels.
Odious.

Copyright © 2013 by
Atirah Jewel

Temptation

Her ample breasts heaving,

Up and down as she breathes,

He can’t help but wonder what it would be like,

To touch them,

Her plump red lips looking so soft,

He can’t help but wonder what it would be like,

To kiss them,

Even the way she stands has him dripping with lust,

Her smooth legs peeking out of her knee-length skirt,

Going on for what seems like eternity until ending in pretty, glossy heels,

Having him wonder how they would feel against his skin,

How she would feel underneath him,

Wondering how sweaty they could become,

And how hard he would have to work,

Wondering how she would taste on his wanting tongue,

He is so tempted to discover all of the answers,

She is beautiful, slender, and apparently in full blossom,

Like a rose,

But also like a rose, she has thorns,

She is untouchable to him,

Because he has someone else,

Someone who already belongs to him,

But still he is tempted,

Giving into the temptation, he stands,

She looks at him as he does,

He looks back and, with a kind smile, approaches her,

Wondering.

Copyright © 2012 by

Atirah Jewel

Watcher

A strong and happy man,

I watch the sea while boats come through,

I long to sail but I must stay,

I am a protector of this land,

Forbidden to step foot on a boat,

A loving tribe is what we are,

But I am lonely for I have not a neighbor,

And my family is gone at sea,

We are safe though,

Our land high above the crashing waves,

I am a man, strong and happy.

Copyright © 2011 by

Atirah Jewel