Oct 17

Look up

Demons reaching claws through the
rain.

A little girl in unimaginable
pain.

A sane man wishes to claw out his
brain.

A needle penetrating a throbbing
vein.

A blind man gropes helplessly for his
cane.

Look up as you go down Memory Lane.







 
Oct 17

Dark Ages

A girl alone
standing in the rain.

A boy in the darkness
trying to cover his pain.

A mindless worker
wants to change the world.

A girl whose hair
is too tightly curled.

The blood drips
from the darkening sky.

But no one can hear 
the wolf’s final cry.



 
Oct 11

The Secret Within

« Nice shirt Hanna! » I turn around to see Kana my sister sneering at me, her face full of obvious contempt . « You look as good as that stupid doctor of yours does, which is to say ugly! » Behind her, the mindless Kana-clones giggle and give her high fives. I clench my fists together in a tight ball. Doctor Christine Ford is not stupid. Not a bit. I don’t even understand how Kana can hate her after all that she has been through. « She isn’t stupid!! » I yell. « Whatever. » Kana rolls her eyes. « Go crawl back into the hole you came from. Come on girls. » I scream silently after her, protesting all the things that she says to me. She sashays around the corner and I reluctantly turn back to my locker. As I fiddle with my combination, something hits me full on in the face. Red blackness overcomes my vision and I sink to my knees in pain. Suddenly, by some unseen force, I am jerked to my feet.
Oct 05

A Reason to Remember

How do I forget 
the wounds I have seen, 
the chaos and havoc tearing apart all that
is
was
and will be beautiful?
There is a point 
somewhere in life when you remember 
there is nowhere left to run. 
Young children hide in the safety 
of their parents shadows. 
The older generations think they can hide,
safety in numbers.
What happens when a monstrosity,
bigger than life itself,
smashes into the false reality called happiness? 
Someday there will be a person 
who understands
our pain
our struggles
who understands 
our hopes
our dreams.
And that person will be made up of an atom of each of us
who is good and beautiful at heart.
And now I remember.
How could I forget?
How could I want to forget?
Why would I want to forget
if our savior is an atom as good and beautiful as you?

 
Oct 04

The Prophecy Part 1

I stood on the shore of the beach watching the waves come in with my little sister Nadeje. « Look at all the pretty waves Víra. » she glanced at me with her dark, vivid green eyes, her blonde hair whipping around her. I smiled and buried my hands a little deeper into my coat pockets. It was winter and we were standing on our beach all alone, the only humans on our planet. Our parents had been the rulers of Earth until they were overthrown by The Dictator and his army of shadows. Nadeje and I were sent away from Earth to Planet 299650 to hide. Our parents had been left behind on Earth, possibly alive, but probably dead. « Look Víra! » Nadeje said « A rainbow! » She smiled when I patted her head, but then her face slackened.

WATCH FOR THE NEXT PART!
 
Oct 03

Midterms

Soon November comes
Vote for what you believe in.
A vote is a voice.


ATTENTION: 
In November, please vote in the midterms! No matter who you wish to represent you, it is an important duty of an American. If you are not old enough, educate the adults in your life about the voting process and make sure they are registered and ready to vote in November!



 
Sep 30

Maria Antonia Rap

Maria. Antonia. Josepha. Johanna.
Maria. Antonia. Josepha. Johanna

Austria girl
I was born and raised
but that was years ago
in the good old days

Didn’t want no schooling 
Thought it was a bore.
But you get a lot of tutors
when your Dad’s the emperor.

Nine years old and oops, daddy died!
I’d say hush up but Mama don’t cry 
She just marry off her girls 
to some famous rich guy.

So they powdered my hair
fixed my teeth with a wrench.
Said  “Now your name’s Marie
And your gonna be French!

Hop in my carriage 
Ready for some romance
Meet Mr Louie 
And he take me off to France.

Life is full of
parties, dresses and bling.
People say “We’re starving!”
I’m like “talk to the king.”

Funeral bells! The good king’s dead!
Out on the streets, all the people said

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