A.F. Cabiac

Hi! I love writing poems and books but I’m still trying to find my style and get better, I have critique open for all my work and would appreciate any critique you give.

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A.F. Cabiac

Hi! I love writing poems and books but I’m still trying to find my style and get better, I have critique open for all my work and would appreciate any critique you give.

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A.F. Cabiac

1 min read

I know I’m invisible

It makes me feel safe

So when I disassociate

Nobody questions my insanity

When I drown

Every time I cry

And every time I cry

I’m glad I’m invisible

So that when I drown

Nobody worries if I’m safe

From my insanity

And I disassociate

Every time I disassociate

I know I’ll cry

I’ve reached the pinnacle of my insanity

And being invisible

is the only way I’ll be safe

And tha...

Poetry

Empty Apology

A.F. Cabiac

2 min read

This is a Sestina, a specific type of poem reusing the last words of every line in a specific order, 6 lines and 6 stanzas ending with a 3 line envoi, I also tried to do this one in iambic pentameter.

Abcdefg

Faebdc

Cfdabe

Ecbfad

Deacfb

Bdfeca

Eca ace

Crime

Gamble

Hate

Escape

Guilt

Face

I did not mean to commit any crime

But I knew it would be a fast gamble

I could not think of anyone I hate

M...

Poetry

Me Vs Them

A.F. Cabiac

1 min read

Because why should it be fair

Maybe society wasn’t built for me

I _know _it wasn’t

That’s why it hates me so much

Maybe society wasn’t built for me

I don’t have the right kind of power

That’s why it hates me so much

I’m different and it messes up the system

I don’t have the right kind of power

I need to fix all these mistakes

I’m different and it messes up the system

I’m sorry

I need to fix al...

Poetry

The Little Alien

A.F. Cabiac

5 min read

It was wierd the first time I saw her. I was drawn to her, she looked- scared. A little girl wandering the busy streets, no one batting an eye. I was off to work when I felt a strange feeling. Memories of my daughter flooded to my head, she had died when she was 6. I lost my wife, my job, soon my house and friends. I was so embedded in the grief I had given up. My eyes darted around, wondering why...

Drama

A.F. Cabiac

1 min read

“No.”

“What could you mean by no?”

“I won’t.”

“But you should, anybody would say yes.”

“Not me.”

“She isn’t a stranger.”

“I would do it for a stranger.”

“What do you mean? How could you do it for a stranger and not family?”

“Because this isn’t indifference, it’s hate.”

“What do you mean? Who could hate their sister?”

“Anybody with my sister would.”

“It’s your job to protect her.”

“Sinc...

Drama

But I Love You

A.F. Cabiac

2 min read

“Jackson?” Emma looked over to her best friend.

“Hm?” Jackson stared at her.

“You did it again,” Emma said, referring to his constant zoning out. Yes it annoyed her, but it also scared her, the way he would stare at the wall as if pictures were forming in front of his very eyes. “Are you stressed?” Emma looked at his fidgety hands.

Jackson pursed his lips together and stared down at his hands....

Crime

Romance

The Beauty Of Being Asleep

A.F. Cabiac

1 min read

The beauty of being asleep

Is, it’s the only time I can’t feel pain

I know it’s dark

But when I’m awake I’m exhausted

My legs hurt

My head hurts

My throat hurts

It’s just _painful_

The beauty of being asleep

Is, you can find answers

Of what you want

And what you can create

And memories

You can never seem to recover

When you’re awake

The beauty of being asleep

Is, you can do what you want

Wit...

Poetry

Drama

Jealousy Prompt

A.F. Cabiac

2 min read

I gave up on this book a while ago but the opening scene fits the prompt pretty well, any critique would be appreciated.

Abby entered the school in a tight shirt and black mini skirt. Her maroon boots matched her lipstick. She walked the crowded halls, her new schedule in her delicate hands with painted black nails sharply contrasting her lightly tanned skin. Her ebony hair shined past her should...

YA fiction

Drama

Awkward

A.F. Cabiac

2 min read

She looked at me with flirty eyes. I laughed. Hilarious, right? Every conversation I had with her was akward and I guess, somewhere along the way, we came up with an inside joke where we would flirt with each other. We can’t seem to bring anything else up in our conversations. It must be hilarious for her because she’s a lesbian and I’m - something. She doesn’t need to know that though. She doesn’...

Romance

The Burden Of Memory

A.F. Cabiac

1 min read

It holds me down

Down in the water

It lets me drown

It lets me wander

Deserts and oceans

Watches me falter

Watches me trip

And bleed

Over my own blade

Memory

It ties me to you

It sows my skin up

It pulls me through

And above

Memory

You are why I panic

You are why I shake and cry

When I wake up in the middle of the night

God, memory!

Why?

Why?!

What did I do as a child

To have these scars as ea...

Poetry

YA fiction