Bree
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« on: September 14, 2008, 01:38:33 PM » |
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My senior year of high school has begun and the usual flood of assignments has reared its hideous skull once more. The nice thing is that most all of my classes are pretty sweet- Guitar, Animation, Drawing, etc- and I get to spend my days working on art instead of more bloody Data-Based Questions (shudder). Naturally, I'll throw my little drops of water into the endless ocean that is the Internet. I'll start out with a couple pieces of poetry I cranked out for my creative writing class- enjoy!
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Out on the battlefield of Rhetoric, we met again. You casually let slip some cryptic fact only you know -convenient- That tipped me off balance. You took the advantage, threw your analyses into the fray;
my rebuttals didn’t stand a chance.
Suddenly, a crack in your defenses! I launched with my own counterpoints my arguments stormed your defenses, laid waste to any logic that dared defy them
What began as a mere whisper of discontent whipped itself into a wretched howling scream; Words spun around, tripping over themselves until they landed face first, their noses buried in the ground. They fled for their lives, praying that we wouldn’t enlist them for our so-called noble cause.
What were we fighting for? I only took my side because it opposed yours. Without a cause, we were but wooden generals,
Hollow and flammable.
Soon, nothing was left on the ash-stricken field, every angle of the debate exhausted and war-weary, and I wept- Their lives were spent for nothing.
A conflict that had no beginning no ending no meaning no white flag unfurled for freedom from this nightmare, no hope no surrender.
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PJs and cereal crumbs Teensy pink slippers swing back and forth anxiously Dawn slips in between the blindfolds, drapes itself over the television set.
A reporter dances around the scene ecstatically awaiting the launch. The crew arrives A band of brave warriors their sparkling armor hangs heavily on their shoulders.
Behind them, a giant kneels with an orange belly and a soot nose its pale stubby arms at its side, perfectly still.
The men and women strap themselves onto the giant’s back their heads tilted towards the heavens. A flare erupts; the giant leaps, spreads its stunted wings- and takes flight.
Joyous cheers sweep over the spectators, near and far. But something’s wrong. The radios squawk frantically The whole world watches as a dream begins to fall apart.
She watches her father now a falling star bows her head and makes a futile wish.
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In the Kingdom of Magic An ominous orange shadow looms over my waffles. A fumbled fork falls Clatters as I drop to the floor with it Great clumsy feet lurch towards the table Will no one stop this monstrosity? Thump. Thump. Thump. Beady black eyes- -Unblinking- twin pits of sorrow and malice behold my sorry state father and mother converse the beast and cast it away I watch quietly underneath them cursing the thing for ever setting foot on this plane of existence you, you wretched man in your hideous suit of horrors you impostor you wannabe Tigger would be ashamed to know how he was being used.
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