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The broken windThe broken wind
of yonder hill
caresses me forcefully,
tipping me over the edge.
I fall into the abyss,
at the broken wind
that pushed me.
I want to live;
it wants me to lose.
I give in, and
am no longer myself.
Forgotten I stare up at the world like I always do. A world full of colorful skies and places ever changes as time moves on. If I am lucky, I can glimpse grass or snow in my peripheral vision. There is only one thing I have never seen, but I do not know if it even exists to be seen. I have only heard about it from you.
Throughout the years, I change just like everything else does, just like you do. However, you do not notice my changes as often as I notice yours. You gradually age and grow taller, but I am constantly changing.
You played with me when you were a child. As years went on, you played with me less and less until you forgot about me entirely. We are no longer the friends we once were. Our relationship is one of a leader and a follower. Wherever you go, I must follow. I have no will of my own anymore. Though, I might not have had one to begin with. I go where you go. I do what you do. No questions asked. I am always with you, but you forgot about me. I am forgotten
A flame burns
in my heart
a passionate way.
-Please, don't leave-
But, as time
slowly passes by,
It fades away.
And I forget
it was ever...
Kiss of PoisonKiss of Poison
You jerk! I HATE you! she screamed at me.
What did I do wrong? I asked, confused.
Like you dont know! You broke my heart, and now youre going to pay. Oteru kisera ando unten posin! There! Now you are cursed for the rest of your life! Tears streamed down her face as she ran away.
Now, for the first time in five years-has it really been that long? - I see her again. Her long platinum hair makes rays of sunshine down her back. Her skin is the color of sand. She uses the voice of a Siren as she talks to the librarian. As she turns around, I notice her sea-blue eyes. How could I have ever let her leave me, I wonder. She walks right past me and does not show any signs of recognition. Hi. Sierra, how have you been? I politely ask.
Who are you? And how do you know my name? she demands, slamming her hands on the table.
My name is Angel, m
A Modern KnightA Modern Knight
Ding dong! Ding dong! "Lilia, Chris is here!" my mom shouts as she opens the front door. I hear the creak of the steps and then the pounding on my door. My mom stops knocking and asks," May I come in?" I allow her to enter while I stare in the mirror and see myself, a girl with a heart-shaped face, eyes the color of dead grass, and pale blond hair that falls halfway down my back. I'm suddenly nervous; this is going to be my first "real" date with Chris. The handsome Chris, I think, with his brown hair and eyes the color of the sky at midnight. I gather my purse and take a quick glance at the mirror to check my hair and outfit one more time. I race down the steps and spot Chris. Chris is too busy looking at the many pictures and books that fill the bookshelves; he doesn't notice me until I embrace him from behind. After I unclasp my hands, Chris pivots around. He grabs my hand and kisses it, like a noble night that just rescued a princ
Masque of Red Death Prompt"The Masque of the Red Death"
If you are reading this, then I have already passed on. How? Well, you'll have to read on to find out. This is the story of the massacre at Prince Prospero's masquerade.
It was the time of the dictatorship of the "Red Death." Many were killed by its horrible ways. It was during this time that Prince Prospero summoned a thousand friends. I was the daughter of one of the knights and dames of his court, so I went with my parents. We took refuge from the "Red Death'" in one of his castles. We were separated from the outside world and the "Red Death."
The Prince threw a grand masquerade party at the end of the fifth or sixth month. It was held in an imperial suite that consisted of seven apartments. Each room had a unique color. None of the rooms had any lighting; the light came from braziers that shone through the gothic windows of each apartment. The windows were the same color as the rooms they were in. The only exception was the black room
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Without MythologiesWithout Mythologies
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heart
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
SanityThe walls of this place were white,
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
Backwards HateAnd that is the truth.
I don't love you.
it is simply senseless to say
you are a positive and critical thinker.
an inept, naive person,
you're most definitely not
very smart and clever.
instead, you are
ignorant and foolish,
mindful and attentive.
you make people
hateful of you,
trying to be a positive influence.
forever shall I find you
achieve only little in life,
never striving to
be unique and creative.
that's why it's not hard to believe that you aim to
"only be mediocre, untalented and uninteresting."
backwards thinking to ever tell you
"you are worthy of love."
(now read in reverse)
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