Creative writing – Page 36 – A (wise) man of two faces

Non fiction

What’s reality?
Hard lines, and cutting edges,
and the scars they leave?

Dirt under his nails
Crisscrossed scars, old and faded
A man’s calluses.

I wish you death and despair,
ill health and no hair;
I pray that this hex
withers even your sex,
and breaks you beyond repair.

Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door, and I
return when work’s done.

Poem
Short and sweet
Rhyming, timing, symbolizing
Still words run deep
Narrating, describing, climaxing
Rich and full
Prose

Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.

I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.

The storm and the song
carry me along
through war and strife,
this tumultuous life,
to where I belong.

Take care whom you hold –
unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.

All of the noise
from the girls and boys
makes me crawl in my skin;
their damnable din
challenges my poise.