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Here's to stars in blackened skies,
always watching from above.
Here's to flowers' failing beauty,
teaching us to never love.
Here's to accusations flying,
each that fit us like a glove.
To chances lost to negligence,
far past the hope of recompense.
To pledges, faith, and dedication.
To lives we gave in immolation.
To us.
always watching from above.
Here's to flowers' failing beauty,
teaching us to never love.
Here's to accusations flying,
each that fit us like a glove.
To chances lost to negligence,
far past the hope of recompense.
To pledges, faith, and dedication.
To lives we gave in immolation.
To us.
Literature
Nguyens vs. Paxtons
my mother-in-law is English; her name is Rachael; who's married to William; a former paramilitary official; who use to work at Interpol; as an Officer in International Relations and Economics; she has three children; Marcus her son, eldest; Anne her daughter, the middle child; Claire her daughter, the youngest child; Is my relative from Brixtol, England. Where the Pirate: "Black Beard" once lived; and is famous in Brixtol. Claire misses her mother alot; Anne is too wild; and that's how I caught her; to be my wife; and Marcus is too studious; and lives in Denver, Colorado; as a former Marine: from England. Do you think; I want to deal with problems in my house; the Nguyens vs. Paxtons? Trust me! If Marcus tells me his problems; I listen. I could care less; about, my wife, Anne. Because her little sister is a Psychiatric Nurse in Canada. So this is my life's struggle. "One Day at a Time at the Paxton's House in England"
Literature
A Thousand Cataclysms
I woke up with a jolt A rattling above The sky lit up The sun exploded Nuclear missiles launched A countless amount Mushroom clouds Volcanoes erupting Earth swelling and water rising Ash grey to black fog of smoke Thunder and lightning to tornadoes and cyclones A pestilence Grating cough and incurable This is how the world ends, not with one end but a thousand ends simultaneously A thousand cataclysms.
Literature
Lives In Bondage
Everywhere you look and everywhere you find The people you live with, sometimes your family members The passing strangers on streets, subways and buses Up and down escalators, in shopping malls and parking lots Some seem self righteous, some are so arrogant, I just walk on Not one positive word they can say, reason cannot be grasped Driving on busy streets they honk and shout to get out of the way Rolling down their window to express their kind thoughts, "f**k you!" Aging faster, hairs turning gray, a world in disarray Without rhyme or reason, captives, lives in bondage Not one word of encouragement only scolding and finding fault Always preaching but never practicing what they should do Thinking they own the world and people with their money Here they are again yelling at you ready to make their assault I wish this world wasn't so sad, heavy ladened, in regression What they call progression, vented out in isolation, artificial Social captives under restrictions by an exercise in
NaPoWriMo14, Day 26
Prompt: Write a curtal sonnet (6 lines, 4 lines, then one half line) in iambic pentameter.
I... did not realize how challenging iambic pentameter could be. This was not simple, but it was fun.
Hope you Njoi!
Prompt: Write a curtal sonnet (6 lines, 4 lines, then one half line) in iambic pentameter.
I... did not realize how challenging iambic pentameter could be. This was not simple, but it was fun.
Hope you Njoi!
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