Next concept. Hm.

Gossip, gossip.
Nigga just stop it.
Y’all changing me into a fucking monster
With your dark room, placing me center stage
Spotlight gleaming of your interrogates
“I heard what you did last night
and who you were with”— 
Their he-said-she-said fueled brains ignite.

to be continued

We fucked up over, and over again.

We have to grow up
then meet each other at the end.
At least that was told to me by the fairy-tale dreamers,
the Notebook, Walk to Remember, Dear John dwellers.
Sugar-coating our problems with their proposed destiny,
their selfishness spoon-feeding us a Ross-and-Rachel meant to be.
Now I’m more confused than ever.
Reality vs Their Expectations vs My Desire

Should I give up
or should I just keep chasing pavements
even if it leads nowhere?

in class, not revised [yet]

Once upon a time lived the Big Bad Wolf
who crept between dream after dream to cast
shadows of doubt so hopes could be engulfed,
and to ploy nightmares that seem none can pass.

During a clear, cloudlress, and starry night,
One Little Girl Red had begun her quest
to see the world— she felt nothing could blight
but lingering behind, Wolf plans to suppress.

The Big Bad Wolf sneaks closer and closer.
Though no clouds formed, darkness surrounds the Red.
He spews whispers of cold dismay at her
and aims at her heart to conjure up dread,

“You can’t… You won’t… Your head is in the clouds…”
Little Girl Red shivers and asks, “Who’s there..?”
“A broom to sweep your dreams beneath a shroud
or maybe a truth you should beware.”

“Truth I should beware? I don’t understand…
Please, sir. Let me be. I’m on a journey,
a journey to see world’s people and land,
so please, sir. Why must you linger to me?”

 The Wolf merely snickers at Red’s reply.
Fueled by her doubt, his shadows go deeper
reaching her heart. “To grow terror, that’s why.
Losing hopes yet, my dear?” he teases her.

Trying to put on a courageous face,
Little Girl Red, though she shudders, still says,
“You may brew some terror and test my faith
but nothing will stop me. Not you that is.”

With a crackling laughter, the Wolf responds,
“Are you saying that me you do not fear?
Not even with my darkness beyond?
I feel your heart’s doubt and your fallen tears.”

It’s true; Little Girl Red shed a few tears
but still stood strong. “Of course I bear some doubt.
I seek the world and its long paths,” she jeers,
“but, despite you, I am on the right route.” 

Now bewildered, the Wolf’s shadow withers.
“How do I not frighten you, Little Girl?
I’m destined to stop dreams going further
from reality. You can’t go!” he hurls.

“I will and you cannot stop me. I know
your shadow and threats may creep me again,
like now, with faith, I know I will still go.”
She turned away, morning came, and The End

Notes to self: 

- if possible, shorten— this shit is hella long!
- conclusion apply to Empire because this story will be included with the sweaters 

Big eyes, big curls, Mel’s only the age six
lost in crowd of much older half sisters. 
Their father’s time’s up. The wind swifts bitter,
numbing her heart and her skin. What can fix?
Her older sisters gather and embrace
but little one turns getting trapped in maze.

Big eyes, waves, Mel’s daughter is just thirteen
crying in arms of her orphaned mother.
Now half orphaned, volunteered by father.
So Mel gives twice the warmth and love to Chi.
At least she is here to hold and embrace.
How she survived alone, Chi is amazed.

Big eyes, waves, Mel’s daughter is now nineteen.
Her guard’s up, still fearing abandonment.
Questions why her and her mother gets ends.
Then he answers and her heart jumps and beams,
“You are worthy not because of your pain.
You and your mom are worthy of strength gained.”

Well, I hate to break it to you honey.
To be quite frank, I do not give a damn.
All right. Open my doors, let me in first
pull out a seat, and buy me some flowers.
Go on, text good morning text messages
to say “Hi!” and “Have a good day today!”
Just don’t call me the bad guy in the end
I kept telling you since the beginning
I don’t want you or him. I just want me.
I have an empire to build, yet you’re here
thinking few stress makes me damsel distressed.
I do not need to be rescued, Sir Knight.
Like I said, I want to focus on me—
I’ve had all these dreams and goals forever,
I’ve strived to make them real for forever
so I don’t need your bouquets, dates, or texts.
I open my own doors and break down walls
because I make opportunities myself.
I don’t need to sit down and get some gifts.
All I want are dreams to be accomplished.
AND I know damn well that I do not need
you to text, “Good morning! Have a good day!”
because I know each day is a blessing.
But hey, you knew this already, right? “Knight?”
Yes? Then don’t you dare call me the bad guy.