ThePoetOfSteel

Heat of the Moment By the PoetOfSteel A rush comes over me And I start to sweat And the fact that she right there Makes me bet That I'll mess up As usual, because the loser in me Is something I can't get rid of But something that we all see So when she approaches, I burn to a crisp My throat gets dry And I lose the list Of things I want to tell her Of what I think Or how the things I want to do for her Would put me on the brink Of failure or overall embarrassment Or of sometimes I feel not present But the good news I can remember Is that it was just the Heat of the Moment I actually made this thinking about my failure to communicate with anyone of the opposite gender, but yet still become friends. I don't know how I've never been rejected yet!

Mark's Note: This post is exclusive to this blog! You will not find it on the Nexus of Writers, which is where I write a majority of my work. I hope you enjoy, and keep an eye out on this blog! Not only will there be more Mark Borne works exclusive to this blog, but the Poet of Steel posts some pretty awesome stuff you'll want to see! There comes a time in every knight’s life when there is nothing left to fight, or the knight is unable to fight any longer. It is the most dreaded feeling any could ever experience, and none managed to make it through without their own fair share of tears. Knights, after all, were trained to fight. Once that training becomes useless, their life begins to yield no merit.                 And as Jason sat among his fellow knights, this feeling sank over him, enveloping him in a darkness that could not be described. He barely listened to the chatter of his friends, and barely even ...

The Baby – A Short Story By Mark Tarver “WHAAA!” Shelly cried, and Mom had to get her milk formula for her to stop. “Glap-hee-hoo.” she prattled, sucking hard on the bottle. It’s been 6 months with the baby, and I’m still not used to her being here. The worst part was probably that I had to babysit her. Wait, the second worst part. The absolute WORST part is that she IS cute. “Remember, Amber, the instructions are on the fridge, and Shelly’s food is in the fridge!” They were off within seconds. I glanced at Shelly. She stuck her tongue out at me. Then she continued to suck her milk. “Whatever.” I grabbed my phone, flopped on the couch, and started texting my friends for about 10 minutes before I head a crash. I jumped out of my seat and almost hit the ceiling. Shelly just tipped over her cup. “Hey, watch it!” I said. I placed the cup on the counter, and the baby started crying. I sighed and gave it to her. “Ok, you happy?” She just started sucking again. “NO WAY!” I jump...