Steal
i want it
i want the ship
i deserve the ship
worn floorboards
tall dark posts
wind catching the sails
don’t steal the ship
they said
i wondered why
ancient maps
guiding the ship
through the glorious waters
it wasn’t right
they said
again I wondered why
i imagined
the deck full
with a skilled crew
all ready to listen
to their captain
the owner of the ship
i looked
out to the ocean
a ship sailing by
why wasn’t it right
for me to be happy
i wanted the ship
i do not want to earn it
i want to steal the ship
because then it’ll be mine.
Stole
i stole the ship
i have it
i’m glad i did
i would feel bad
they said
wrong again
i feel only joy
for now i have
the ship
next i would
have to find a crew
dedicated to me
it shouldn’t be hard
as there are many
who dream
of better days
adventure everyday
no regrets
no rules
just men on my ship
finally glad
because i stole
the ship
and i don’t feel bad.
Am I the Villain?
Some people like dancing
Some people like chatting
Some people like helping
But me I like
killing.
Maybe that makes me different
Maybe that makes me weird
Maybe that makes me bad
But does it make me the
villain?
Because I’m just a
little different
than the
usual?
Now what if I told you
they deserved
Earned their deaths
Would you think me bad then
for restoring justice
bringing back a natural
balance.
Does blood coating
my hands
make me anything more than a killer?
Does being a killer make me the
villain?
I am not the villain you
should fear.
I’m not the villain
Or so you now think
I Knew
I knew
I knew what I saw I might never see again
The dark scales
The bright fire
The golden eyes
The sharp teeth
I knew the creature wouldn’t leave my mind
The blurred edges
The undefined lines
The ever-evolving image
The rough sounding roar
I knew it had been inspired
By words
Only words
Simple words
From a page
I knew words on a page had brought this to life
That my mind
Had filled in the gaps
Added to the creature
All to help me imagine
Now I could see a dragon
So very clear
But it could easily be modified
Easily changed
By my mind
I knew it would live in my mind
For
However
long
I let it
And I knew I will never stop Imagining
Marisa Vilardi is a senior from the University of Georgia. She is majoring in English with an emphasis in creative writing and has a minor in biology. This is her first published work. Marisa tends to write fiction but has lately experimented with poetry. These poems are inspired by her fictional characters.