| There's a lot of rhyming poetry, but I've been practicing my non-rhyming lately. Newest is most often best... XD |


Up AboveUp above, the stars shimmer Up above, the moon glowsUp Above
Peaceful as a dove, nary a tremor Starlit love, a diamond rose
Diamonds in the sky, shot through
with silver so high, glowing against a midnight blue
Broken Glass| There's a lot of rhyming poetry, but I've been practicing my non-rhyming lately. Newest is most often best... XD |


Echoes of a Darkened DawnECHOES OF A DARKENED DAWNEchoes of a Darkened Dawn
Muffled cries throughout eternity, the voices of wisdom that is long dead, cast into a black river, polluted by and by
with sorrow and oppression: lost dreams, lost hopes, lost ideas, lost Freedoms, so that it resembles the River Styx.
Tenderly, almost caressingly wrapping around
society's eares in their fine
golden tendrils, wafting through the air and muting lips that move but have no sound: reduced to Echo in the aftermath of Hera's rage.
No cries of "Give me Liberty- or give me Death"- spoil this unforgiving reig


Dick Cheney's Future... Life was dull, as per usual, for Dick Cheney, pig.Dick Cheney's Future...
He gnawed furiously at his chain, biting, clawing. He could not break free. The cage bars held fast, and he oinked in fear. He was going to be slaughtered for bacon, ribs and pork. For people he probably loathed to be able to eat. It was perfectly dreadful! How could this be happening? In life he had lorded it over. His perfect conservative values should have earned him a spot in Heaven.
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Imitations of T.S. EliotImitations of T.S. Eliot also known as THE PASSINGImitations of T.S. Eliot
I. THE LARK'S SONG OF TIME
Mindless pacing: the time stretches for eternity while the sparrow sings. Time, unending time, fades in this evening twilight to the stars: and the lark stops singing.
Wind travels on invisible feet Whistling, whistling singing its own song. (It does not need the lark.)
When time is long but running short leave the willows hanging and come
Another ID

The CloakCloakThe Cloak
Aha! A cloak of darkness is
settling o'er the land. O! Watch it come
closer, closer! to the ground Hark! What can this
monstrous shadow be? A gentle giant or fearful foe?
It approaches on silent
feet, gazing, gazing! at us Measuring us up, to see
how easy the kill may be. Waiting, waiting! to see who
will make the first move. Watching and waiting,
waiting and watching!
Be as that may, I feel no fear,
nor pain or fright: The shadows do not cause
fear, only intrigue; They cause numerous &nbs


See the Rain?SEE THE RAIN?See the Rain?
See the rain? It falls down upon us, misting our hair with a fine wetness as life moves on through the grey rain.
See the rain? During day and during night it continues to come down upon the city: observing it with its relatives- fog and mist.
See the rain? It drops from a vengeful sky- or is the grey sky forgiving- giving
the land what rain it needs to sustain life?
See the rain? It is there above our heads but plunging
at us with the speed of a
freight train- with a ponderous pa
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Scarlet against the Snow- 2SCARLET AGAINST THE SNOWScarlet against the Snow- 2
Warning: Contains strong language that I don't feel like sticking a mature tag up for.
Chapter Two
Part Three
As Sky Lamont brewed coffee the next morning, she looked at Jake, sitting on the couch, staring at his case notes. "What's up with your case?" She did a slight jig as she waited for the coffee to finish as she crammed a bite of sandwich into her mouth, so that it came out "Whuf's mup blif moor base?"


Scarlet against the Snow- 1SCARLET AGAINST THE SNOWScarlet against the Snow- 1
Chapter One...
Warning: Contains blood and gore and strong language but I really don't feel like sticking a mature content tag on here...
Part One
The blood dripped to the ground with its relentless crimson tide, leaving a trail through the snow. It shone scarlet against the snow as he stared at it, uncomprehending. For some reason the words 'scarlet against the snow' themselves began reverberating in his mind, over and over again. Scarlet against the
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Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
I'm the kind of person who gets scared by horror stories but continues to read in fascination...
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