Volcano PoemOf conic design, this giant remainsMore Like This
Pulled up from earth, and reaching for sky
A stone in slumber, although her veins
Pump hot garnet rage; keep her alive
From above all, she watches downward
With one cold eye, in her earth-cast center
Volcano finds herself feeling ignored,
Envious of all the life below her
For immeasurable time, all she has seen
Is the mobility others have been allowed
Yet take for granted, it appears obscene
To she who when stirred sometimes sets free a cloud
The Natives below lark about
Peaceful and keen, they have no knowledge
Of fear, they are happy, have no doubt
That they are secure from all carnage
Suddenly, the island sways on its waves
Rocks dance furiously on the ground
The sky fills with blood, like a vicious rave,
Natives are tossed and thrown abound
Screams claw their way through the thick gray
As heat pours down onto the village
Life melts off, then is carried away
Nothing is spared, all is pillaged
A raw smolder is all that remains
Volcano has had her w
ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,More Like This
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was done.
As he stood alone in the killing fields,
his grief betrayed by his eyes of stone.
were those who lay around him victims of wrath?
Or testaments of those who gazed upon him,
the face of Death?
Jennifer and Wendy"Come on, Jennifer! Don't be a slowpoke! I have a surprise for you!" Wendy clung to Jennifer's hand tightly as they moved deeper into the garden. "Now close your eyes." Jennifer shut her eyes while Wendy started to giggle as she pulled Jennifer along. Jennifer felt the sun come and go over her face. She knew that the trees covered most of the garden, so where were they going?More Like This
Wendy let go of her hand suddenly and Jennifer could hear her run away to something that made a squeaking noise. Jennifer was a little nervous and she took a deep breath. "Okay, you can open them now." Jennifer looked and the first thing she saw was Wendy sitting in an old chair. Next to her was a table set for tea, with sweets! "Oh, my. Did you do all this yourself?" "Of course, silly. Nothing is too good for my dearest friend. But this is just the beginning. Look what my father built for us. Come on!"
Wendy jumped up and gestured for Jennifer to come around the hedge where a beautiful playhouse sat. It was brand
Rule of Rose Second Act pt6Do you know how worried we were? Clara said, her pitch rising with each word. Clara stood in front of the main staircase, hands on her scrawny hips. Mr. Hoffman stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the large brown lab beside Jennifer. Up to your room little one. Clara said, her tone returning to normal. Jennifer nodded and headed for the stairs. Sweetie we thought something had happened to you. Clara whispered, her pretty face twisting with worry. Jennifer walked up the stairs, Brown followed behind her. Jennifers foot slipped on the stairs, with a soft oh, she pitched forward, slamming her head into the wooden banister.More Like This
Still BeautifulA woman with a penisMore Like This
Is still a woman
And she is still beautiful.
A man with a vagina
Is still a man
And he is still beautiful.
Two men or women in love
Are still in love
And that love is still beautiful.
A person who is agender
Is still a person
And that person is still beautiful.
A human who is 'different'
Is still a human
And that human is still beautiful.
You said....You told me “friends forever”,More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
.some people are deadMore Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.