Thursday, April 28, 2011
Darkness by Laura Mcvey
Darkness
The darkness which has threatened us is here upon this horrid day.
It overthrows the married and happy.
It takes one's life as if it were nothing.
The children do not laugh and play; they only sit and weep.
The old have but to fear, for darkness has come here.
They take their gladness and wrap it up.
They place it where sorrow once stood.
Deep within their hearts they hide the glad for which they knew.
No one speaks a compliment or good morrow to the day.
They've all forgotten what it's like to smile, or even how to play.
No one wears bright colors that always match the sun.
The sun does not, but show his face; he hides behind the clouds.
Darkness is but one's great fear, for it has come upon us.
We sit and watch and taste and hear the people change like wolves.
But I am destined to save the ones who have been swallowed whole.
I'll take my life in my hands and save the people here.
I will not give up until my heart is satisfied that I have done all I could.
And when I am done, I'll pray to the gods that they have understood.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Sunken City by Bethany Roberts
The Sunken City
Sing me a song
Of a world long gone
The city that sank ‘neath the sea.
Sing me a song
Of the place I belong
The city you fled with me.
Tell me the tale
Of that wild gale
That stirred up the city in fright
Tell me the tale
Of the wind-swept sail
That carried us off in the night.
Speak now that story
Of the city of glory
How our little boat rocked in the foam
Speak now the story
How it soared o’re the furious
Waves that carried us home.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Why Snow Is White By Christopher Anderson
This is our story. Our story of intertwined destiny. I was once a great wandering swordsman, moving from place to place, searching for the next great challenge, seeking what my heart truly desired for I did not know myself.
It seems I have made quite a reputation for myself. Warriors from around the world seek me out, trying to prove their might by defeating me. I have faced many types. Some seek me out in the open with weapons larger than their bodies, some that hide in the shadows and attack when my back is turned. Once I was almost killed by a skilled fighter that I could not fight back against; she was formidable and I don’t harm women. Yes, there still is some chivalry left in the world. However, I have grown tired of this life, fighting meaninless battles. All I want to do is find what my heart's desires, but what could they be?
I hid my identity and started to travel, enjoying the distant lands I visited. In my travels, I met the one who would change my life. It was through the forest country where I heard a voice, a serenade of angels, but who did such a beautiful voice belong to? I followed it for what seemed for miles, and the closer I became the more beautiful the song became. That’s when I found her…a white-haired maiden in a silver dress. Truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. However, there was something different about this song…I have traveled the world, learning many languages, but this was different. Not foreign, but ancient, from a people long forgotten by time. That’s when we met face to face. She was suprised when she first saw me and slowly approached, asking in a gentle voice “oh, umm…did you like my song?" I was in awe of the way her snow-white hair glistened in the sunlight. I almost forgot what I was going to say. “Your song was as beautiful as you are.” She blushed, bringing color to her pale cheeks. “It would be so rude of me not to ask your name.” “I don’t know.” I was puzzled. Not knowing your own name? What a heavy burden to bear. “Then who was that song for?” "I’m not sure." No memory again? This was truly a tragedy. “I sing to people I have never met, in a language I have never spoken, in a voice I never had.” Truly a mystery. Maybe this is what I have been searching for, to truly help this silver-dressed singer to find her memories.
So, we traveled together, on and on, looking for a lost name. We finally reached the snow country when she asked me a most interesting question. “Why do you think snow is white? I think it’s because it lost its name.” “Then lets call you Snowflake for now.” It seemed appropriate for a snow angel. Snow angel? Am I falling in love? No, that's preposterous. “I think its time we move on.”
Now was the time our destiny would come full circle. It’s as we were entering mountain country, on an old highway. We were being watched. I kept my sword at hand. However, these were not ordinary bandits. They were cutthroats, insane men that would kill for entertainment and sport. We were surrounded on all sides. Not the best situation, but I’ve been in worse. But I don’t see the leader. “Hey, hey, hey, you know there’s a toll here. If you don’t have any money, we could just get a kiss from the lady!” They laughed and Snowflake clung to my arm. “Don’t worry, I’m going to protect you.” Three charged from the front, two from the sides and one from the back. I dispatched them as fast as they came. Then a whisper came. “How can you protect her when you can’t protect yourself!” This is the leader! How did he get behind me? I have never faced an opponent as fast and quiet. I was too busy watching Snowflake and not guarding myself. Everything seemed to slow down. Snowflake was shouting, but there was no sound. I felt a cold sharp pain from my back to my chest. Crimson tears flowed down my body. I fell to the ground. The last thing I heard was “Don’t worry, I'm gonna take good care of your girlfriend” and laughed as he dragged her away. Was this the end…to die and never see the one person I care about again…no! Get up! I won’t let the one I love be taken like this! Love? This is what I have been searching for all along. Time to save my love.
I tracked them back to their hideout. It was an enormous, like a castle built into the mountain. There was no way to sneak in. That left only one option…the front door. I walked in, sword in hand with only the thought of getting her back. It seemed there were hundreds of enemies before me. It didn’t matter. I would strike them all down. They charged, and one by one, they fell at my blade. Nothing would stand in my way. I couldn’t leave her, the one who brought me so much joy. I couldn’t keep her waiting. I ran for what seemed like miles down a hall. Just another obstacle. The hall brought me to a winding staircase. It didn’t matter, I ran as fast as I could and persevered through another obstacle. There was only one left, a giant door. Beyond lay my final enemy and the one he took from me. He may have been a coward who lunged from the shadows, but he was no ordinary man. This may be my greatest battle yet. I threw open the door with all my might. There was my Snowflake, in a brides gown, on an alter, with tears and despair in her eyes. What kind of monster would do this?
“You made it! I was just thinking someone needs to give this beautiful bride away!” he said with a grim smile and a despicable laugh. My heart burned with inner fire. It could be seen in my eyes from miles away. There was no need to talk. We could sense each other's lust for battle. We drew our swords, hearts racing and sweat of anticipation dripping down our faces. And the snow hair maiden watched on in awe. It was finally time…we charged and clashed, deadlocked. The sight of grinding sparks and the sound of screeching steel, a battle to be remembered. It seemed to last for days, neither of us giving in, giving and receiving blows. Blood stained on our blades. I think can hear his thoughts “I’m the one cutting him, he is the one bleeding, why won't he give up, why won't he die!” The truth was, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My heart was wrapped in an iron resolve. Even if I lost my arm, my life, my very soul, I couldn’t stop. A clash of titans raged on. Until…finally! My blade found home in his heart. His sword fell to the ground and shattered like glass. My nemesis fell to his knees, with a shocked look on his face. I let go of my sword and ran up the alter, to my Snowflake. We embraced each other. We survived this terrible ordeal and found love in each other.
“I finally remembered my name” she said with tears of joy in her eyes. “My name is…Faith”…
It seems I have made quite a reputation for myself. Warriors from around the world seek me out, trying to prove their might by defeating me. I have faced many types. Some seek me out in the open with weapons larger than their bodies, some that hide in the shadows and attack when my back is turned. Once I was almost killed by a skilled fighter that I could not fight back against; she was formidable and I don’t harm women. Yes, there still is some chivalry left in the world. However, I have grown tired of this life, fighting meaninless battles. All I want to do is find what my heart's desires, but what could they be?
I hid my identity and started to travel, enjoying the distant lands I visited. In my travels, I met the one who would change my life. It was through the forest country where I heard a voice, a serenade of angels, but who did such a beautiful voice belong to? I followed it for what seemed for miles, and the closer I became the more beautiful the song became. That’s when I found her…a white-haired maiden in a silver dress. Truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. However, there was something different about this song…I have traveled the world, learning many languages, but this was different. Not foreign, but ancient, from a people long forgotten by time. That’s when we met face to face. She was suprised when she first saw me and slowly approached, asking in a gentle voice “oh, umm…did you like my song?" I was in awe of the way her snow-white hair glistened in the sunlight. I almost forgot what I was going to say. “Your song was as beautiful as you are.” She blushed, bringing color to her pale cheeks. “It would be so rude of me not to ask your name.” “I don’t know.” I was puzzled. Not knowing your own name? What a heavy burden to bear. “Then who was that song for?” "I’m not sure." No memory again? This was truly a tragedy. “I sing to people I have never met, in a language I have never spoken, in a voice I never had.” Truly a mystery. Maybe this is what I have been searching for, to truly help this silver-dressed singer to find her memories.
So, we traveled together, on and on, looking for a lost name. We finally reached the snow country when she asked me a most interesting question. “Why do you think snow is white? I think it’s because it lost its name.” “Then lets call you Snowflake for now.” It seemed appropriate for a snow angel. Snow angel? Am I falling in love? No, that's preposterous. “I think its time we move on.”
Now was the time our destiny would come full circle. It’s as we were entering mountain country, on an old highway. We were being watched. I kept my sword at hand. However, these were not ordinary bandits. They were cutthroats, insane men that would kill for entertainment and sport. We were surrounded on all sides. Not the best situation, but I’ve been in worse. But I don’t see the leader. “Hey, hey, hey, you know there’s a toll here. If you don’t have any money, we could just get a kiss from the lady!” They laughed and Snowflake clung to my arm. “Don’t worry, I’m going to protect you.” Three charged from the front, two from the sides and one from the back. I dispatched them as fast as they came. Then a whisper came. “How can you protect her when you can’t protect yourself!” This is the leader! How did he get behind me? I have never faced an opponent as fast and quiet. I was too busy watching Snowflake and not guarding myself. Everything seemed to slow down. Snowflake was shouting, but there was no sound. I felt a cold sharp pain from my back to my chest. Crimson tears flowed down my body. I fell to the ground. The last thing I heard was “Don’t worry, I'm gonna take good care of your girlfriend” and laughed as he dragged her away. Was this the end…to die and never see the one person I care about again…no! Get up! I won’t let the one I love be taken like this! Love? This is what I have been searching for all along. Time to save my love.
I tracked them back to their hideout. It was an enormous, like a castle built into the mountain. There was no way to sneak in. That left only one option…the front door. I walked in, sword in hand with only the thought of getting her back. It seemed there were hundreds of enemies before me. It didn’t matter. I would strike them all down. They charged, and one by one, they fell at my blade. Nothing would stand in my way. I couldn’t leave her, the one who brought me so much joy. I couldn’t keep her waiting. I ran for what seemed like miles down a hall. Just another obstacle. The hall brought me to a winding staircase. It didn’t matter, I ran as fast as I could and persevered through another obstacle. There was only one left, a giant door. Beyond lay my final enemy and the one he took from me. He may have been a coward who lunged from the shadows, but he was no ordinary man. This may be my greatest battle yet. I threw open the door with all my might. There was my Snowflake, in a brides gown, on an alter, with tears and despair in her eyes. What kind of monster would do this?
“You made it! I was just thinking someone needs to give this beautiful bride away!” he said with a grim smile and a despicable laugh. My heart burned with inner fire. It could be seen in my eyes from miles away. There was no need to talk. We could sense each other's lust for battle. We drew our swords, hearts racing and sweat of anticipation dripping down our faces. And the snow hair maiden watched on in awe. It was finally time…we charged and clashed, deadlocked. The sight of grinding sparks and the sound of screeching steel, a battle to be remembered. It seemed to last for days, neither of us giving in, giving and receiving blows. Blood stained on our blades. I think can hear his thoughts “I’m the one cutting him, he is the one bleeding, why won't he give up, why won't he die!” The truth was, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My heart was wrapped in an iron resolve. Even if I lost my arm, my life, my very soul, I couldn’t stop. A clash of titans raged on. Until…finally! My blade found home in his heart. His sword fell to the ground and shattered like glass. My nemesis fell to his knees, with a shocked look on his face. I let go of my sword and ran up the alter, to my Snowflake. We embraced each other. We survived this terrible ordeal and found love in each other.
“I finally remembered my name” she said with tears of joy in her eyes. “My name is…Faith”…
Sunday, April 3, 2011
L’ infatigable by Joanne Maignan
Remind me what you are made of again?
I thought it was only from one rib
You are stronger than metal and more sensitive than an egg
You bend so many times but never touch dirt
Do you ever take time for yourself?
Do you even know what a warm bubble bath feels like?
House chores, dependents, and billions of other things are your
Priorities
Does anyone ever compliment you for your hard work?
Every second and every minute matter to you
Why don’t you rest and have a glass of wine
L’infatigable, L’infatigable
Words can’t even define you
The one and only “L’infatigable”
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