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Violence Ended Delights by Enna Mari [Based on Chloe Gong’s Duology]

MAJOR SPOILERS for These Violent Delights and Our Violent Ends by Chloe Gong.

Violence Ended Delights by Enna Mari [Based on Chloe Gong's Duology] 

Our streets run red,
But our hearts in shreds, 
The love that was meant to hold,
Received, what was meant to be told,
It’s forbidden and lost,
But we wondered at what cost,
The hate that lined the lanes,
A monster going quite insane, 
Rampaged and killed someway,
Bugs dug the brain preparing to stay,
As streets line with chaos,
We stand without remorse,
We were grown and sold,
Working to be as good as the old,
Hoping we will be great enough,
Perhaps they are, they are rough,
Silk tided after a knockout,
The intention to kill was without,
Surprised, yet a trigger was aimed,
They were then brought, shamed,
Panic and love grows within, 
Someone was about to win,
A sacrifice was going to be made,
Someone was shot, becoming a fade,
No one could know of the blood spilled,
Of family and the next heir killed,
The rules broken, a stunned moment,
A forgotten friend, the component,
Shocked and struck the love turns,
A forced conversation churns,
While city undergoes revolution, 
We said the words with absolution, 
No more leaving, together at last,
A time just as short as the past, 
A fire of sacrifice, a claim of life,
Façade of safety and a security strife,
They ended by laying side by side,
Names carved in stone, but everything feels lied.

Violence Ended Delights is a poem I wrote quite a while ago on Chloe Gong’s duology: These Violent Delights and Our Violent Ends. I wrote this before Foul Lady Fortune so I did not know anything that might happen to any of the characters in the duology. The main reason I wanted to write it was due to the way Chloe wrote the books, her writing style is so unique and beautiful, as well as her overall storylines which are delightfully composed. I also loved her books and this was a way I could spotlight them. Although the poem is quite long, longer in length than what I usually would write, it hardly capture the duology but those who have read it will understand the very niche references.

Life like Water by Enna Mari

Life like Water 

There are days when everything feels simply,
Almost like a glass of clear fresh water,
But then we remember water is complex,
So much depth, so nourishing yet dangerous,
It can take anything anywhere,
Change lives and cause deadly deaths,
Yet we hang to it for dear life,
Acknowledging everything good and evil,
So why can’t people do that about me?
They only choose to see the side of the
Smile filled face, fresh of tears,
Ignoring everything wrong 
Even when I’m close to the edge, 
With nothing left but a cry for help,
They laugh at the ridiculous thought of it,
Why see it when my problems aren’t 
Affecting their lifestyle in any way.

“Life like Water” is an original poem written by me, like the poem’s title suggests it uses the versatility of water to follow the thoughts of someone longing to be needed and seen, due to their struggles, and it feels lonely. It emphasises the need to be make an impact on the people around them to have a sense of accomplishment to the point where the person does not care if it is helping someone achieve something negative or positive. It captures the emotions many may feel of wanting to make an impact, even if they are surrounded by love.

The last half of the poem focuses on the way some may perceive others, those who are absorbed in themselves or simply do not care for the subject of the poem. The person is crying out for help, whether that be emotional support or something else, but their invisibility is being highlighted so the person acknowledges they are not the people they should seek and returns to wearing a mask.

The Differences by Enna Mari

Sharp slitted eyes, 
Face made of slides, 
Features as round as thee. 

A beautiful smile, 
Kind-Hearted child, 
The world will see you differently.

This poem was written at school for an assignment. The task involved using the themes depicted in William Blake’s poetry, “The songs of Innocence.” I did previously write about certain literary techniques used and the brief analysis of some of the lines, but I thought that may not be something of interest [although if it is let me know and I’ll put it up]. But for now, I’ll leave this without a clear conclusive definition of the meaning and so it is yours to interpret.

Anxiety, please stop by Enna Mari

No one understands you,
No one cares about you,
Everything hates you.

No one likes you,
No one wants to know about you,
Everyone despises you, 

Those little thoughts 
Cause large accidents,
Spiralling down,
As shadows wrap
Around and around 
The brain never stops
A light laughter 
Can be seen as cruel,
Harsh, ruthless, callous
Just words and so is this. 
Anxiety, please stop.

Anxiety, please stop was written a couple months ago after an anxiety attack and it clearly explores something many people unfortunately go through with self-sabotaging thoughts. After I wrote I didn’t edit it that much since I thought it would be best to be left as it was giving it the property of how it felt in those moments.

I hope you enjoyed the poem and the simple structure of it, perhaps you might have found it relatable.