Rising upward to the sky,
Flicking black tongues of smoke,
like nightmare serpents
the village burns.
All of us have left now,
Only our flickering ghosts of flame remain
The dark ones hiss in fiendish laughter
As they divide the treasures we left behind
We can never go back -
The flames reach too high
They swallow everything -
Homes, hope, dreams, memory
Soon there is nothing left but ashes
And coals, still hungry,
Desiring to feed on our lost history
6.
To keep yourself warm
You have one golden ember
How do you make it to April
When it’s only December?
Dear Blog-Blog readers,
This new series, Snippets, consists of sections I cut from my other stories for length or consistancy purposes.
I was feeling sort of bored, so I fluttered in front of Lorien’s eyes and slowed my energy so that I was barely twitching. I moved even closer, letting my field stream into the retina.
Sonatas and binomials
Quadratic Concertos
Scribbled out
handwritten notes
Where's it going?
Beethoven, Bach, Liszt and Brahms
ACT and studying tons
No more guesses, I'm all undone
Where's it going?
Oh Senior year, what's the hurry
I can feel the running time
I swear I'll miss you if you go
running by
Just wait a moment now
just stop and let me see the sky
All my plans and high school dreams
fading into reality
watch it changing
I don't even know
where it's going
Names
Why do some people name their children strange names,
Which sometimes bring to them shames?
And not just their kids but their pets too,
And it’s almost as if to Weirdo-land they flew.
For instance take Fluffy,
Now that is just too stuffy.
Some names are crazy,
Between you and me, I think the parents were just being lazy.
Nick-names are also really silly,
Silly like, Tilly and Dilly.
And what’s worse, if you knew mine,
I would jump up in a big pine.
Dear Blog-Blog readers,
(This was just randomly thrown together last minute, so...)