PandemoniumI have decided entropyPandemonium7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will be my choicest palette
And chaos will the colours be
Indecision, sculptors mallet.
I will abhor laws, and design
Ignore all other rules
Ill make my own, quite vast unlike
The work of kings or fools.
For poetry is not a game
That directions one can follow
The art is not a miracle cure
Some pill that one can swallow.
Ill dance my words across the page
In no set rhyme or structure
Instead, use language most absurd
Expectations all shall rupture!
These lines of mine are quite unright
And drip with irony
For in ignoring all these things
These things have come to me
A Bird in the HandI'm walking on the sidewalk at night. It's winter, and snow is covering everything. I've been walking in silence, alone with my thoughts. I've been watching my feet, paying attention only to that. The snow, I feel, is soft under my foot, but it crunches. It's clean, though trodden. Cold air presses itself against my face, and I can't feel the tip of my nose. The sky is dark blue, and the street lamps make it glow orange twenty feet up. Beyond that, it's only the dark blue. Beside me are trees, leafless and dead looking. Their branches reach into the sky, beyond the lamp glow, and they are still. There is no wind, just cold, and I can hear ravens in the dark. I'm alone at night, and it's cold. I hear the ravens, and I think to myself, "What am I if I can't even catch a raven?"A Bird in the Hand6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's settled, and the wind is now much colder, as I press my face into it. My feet move to the untrodden snow, and away from the lamp glow. I run for only a moment, until I'm not on the sidewalk, near the street,