Wordplay Stories

A depressing report of an insomniac. (on-going)

This is a poem that describes the beauty of appreciating people while they're still around (the whole moral of the story in a nutshell, basically) and in this case, this displays feelings of motivation and courage with no fear to gladly let the other person know that they mean the world. But it is as though, the poet might be losing touch with the devoted admiration for the "pretty rose" the poet picked up.

Just another free verse about love and life ;b

Yes, I intended to spell it like that. I guess the meaning is poetry, thrown into your face. Some original, some not. I really don't know anymore. Just read. :) Hope you enjoy.

there is too much light between our bones

I noticed I've been making a lot of alliterations in my writing. So here's one way to purge them out of my system... with the entire alphabet!

You babysit Frisk for extra income whenever Toriel has to stay working later hours at her new school for monsters and humans. Until, one day, she calls saying she can't make it, and that someone else will come to pick them up. That's when you meet him: a skeleton monster looking as haggard as a shipwrecked man, and smelling of smoke and booze. You offer him some dinner and a cup of coffee over some small talk, and then, he gets comfy on your couch. It feels bad to ask him to leave, so he ends up staying the night.

Grant's morning is ruined when a little man turns up for the umpteenth time to demand his firstborn son as payment for past help. The only trouble is, Grant's never seen the man before in his life and he's fairly certain he's never had any sons.

A story set in a party

A shadow cast by an endorsement of electronic gerrymandering so obvious that even the blind will start to see for the brazen miracle. Yet another mayor is caught in the cheat of an outright lie.

In a new World our species once more become hunter gatherers in our backyards and cities..

An older one. More traditional syllables and rhyme schemes. Based on the people that you hate in your life and choosing to rise above them, with a touch of religious imagery for flare.

This piece explains My life and others that live in Trinidad and Tobago.People who aren't seen as humans but victims or casualties. I attempt to continue the narrative and twist it as I can only do so with art and in art . Our burdens should not make us take the life from others esp. those who look like us - people who suffer the same conditions we do. let us find meaning in our suffering and put it in art and get paid.

The arrogance laid bare where compassion and empathy are traded in for select superiority. All in search for the new prophet. It's an old message seen before. There's nothing new about it.

This book is a collection of terrible jokes, cringe worthy puns and wordplay that will make you want to jump from a roof! I am the Pun Queen! Doubt thy puns and thou shalt be smited by the Pun Goddess! (Who is also me, but we don't talk about that.. Shhhh..)

poetry and heartaches.

"I can't do this anymore, but I can't seem to stop."

Made up words with definitions and applications that kind of make sense. You can use the words how'd ever you like, it's just nobody would understand you.