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9-11 Contest - Not So Innocentwe were innocent.fat with the freedomthat our fathers and grandfathers boughtwith their lives and their pridewhile our children never had to knowthe price of their taken-for-granted libertieswe forgot what a gold star in a window means.arrogant in our complacencyand choking on our own futureand suddenly it was all changedburied under tons of rubblethat used to stand for the American Dream.Now we are all reminded againof what our race is capable of.And suddenly we are not so innocent anymore.
Untitled-ForeverPlanes sit silent tonightafraid to let their wheels leave the groundand eyes stare out windowsas rain falls on facesin the form of despair.the sky is crying ashen tearsblank except for the starsthat watch with steady gazeand the rules are changingin an age-old game.Heroes' stories are being toldas we honor those who died for othersand try to find just a tiny sliverof sanity within the asylumas somewhere in the worldevil is smilingtriumphing for nowthe defenders have become the defenselessreaching beneath their complacencyto bring order to the shamblesand justice to the wrongedwhile somewhere in the piles of chaossomeone is hoping to be found.
I Am A LeafI am a leaffalling from a place where I belongedfrom a life where I have foughtthrough rain that drenched me in its despairand wind that threatened to tear me apartand yet I held onfighting to stay a part of thisthis thing that is so much bigger than meI braved the lightning and thunderfinding strength in those around mewho are like meand yet now it is colderthan anything I have felt beforeI am falling awayfrom everything i knowand I am driftinga pawn of the wind around methat turns me overuntil I don't know where I amI am falling, slowly but surelyand I don't know where I'll land.
KaleidoscopeYou appeared,like a burst of much-needed rainand promised to bring colorto my dry and barren heart.look at this!you proclaimed,as you gently closed one of my eyesand let me look into your hearta kaleidoscope of colorsspinning, twirling,merging and becoming -I was amazed by you.I couldn't stop watching it,this fascinating inner beautythought I would never grow tired of itor find anything more preciousbut after a while,the spinning slowedand nothing I did or saidcould move you.i had to step backbecause looking so hard and so longfor the deep, rich colorsstarted to hurt my eyes.but when I moved awayI looked at you another wayand saw your truth -a shallow pile of colored rocksand a small, broken piece of a mirror.
Chapter 13 EuphoriaAlexia awoke in her own bed as the mid morning sun pulsed its rays of heat through her window. She sat up with a start, looking down at her nightgown. She didn't remember going to bed. All she remembered was..Anthony. His eyes closing as he had slumped onto her and the guards...no! She jumped out of bed, calling for her ladies-in-waiting."Clothes, ladies! I need clothes!" she called frantically, waving away a girl with a hairbrush, taking it from her and yanking it through her hair before swiftly braiding it into a somewhat messy plait. Wriggling her body out of her nightgown and into another outfit was time consuming but a necessary evil. Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she rushed out of her chambers, leaving the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the hallway. Her footsteps carried her to the stable. She would talk to Alden.********The queen and the evil wizard sat in his tower, she gloating about the evening's events, and he plotting quietly inside his diabol
Gem DreamsWake up.I was in a dream I think.it had to have been a dreambecause I wasn't myself.I was something always changingwith the weather and the words told to me.Mirrors only showed shadowsof the soul I used to be,and I wandered around searchingfor a little trinket called happinessthinking someone else was holding it for meand I simply needed to find them.But I met a woman in the forestshe laughed when I told her of my quest."Oh, don't you know, child?You've had the trinket your whole life!Look in all your pockets."So I did.All I pulled out was a rock.I sighed and cried dream tearsbut she smiled and took the rock from me."This is you. All you are, and all you can be."I nodded. I knew this.All my wishing to be a gemtrying to polish myselfthrowing myself into piles of gemsnever changed a thing.All I was, was a rock.And no one wanted a rock.She held the rock in her hand,running her smooth fingers over the rough, ugly surface.I watched as she suddenly smashed it
My Wish ListI wish I could show you a sunrisefrom a window that overlooks usas we lay in the same bedafter an evening of lovemakingand a night spent watching you sleepI wish I could let you, this moment,step inside me and feel the way I doevery time you tell me you love methe wonder that springs from my heartlike a sudden fountain of hopeI wish I could somehow bring you backto meet the person I was before youand show you how long the journey washow quickly I traveled it with youand how far we could go if you believeI wish I could reach through your photographand trace the lines of your facekiss your mouth with the tips of my fingersand make myself be with you again at this very secondif only for long enough to hear you say you love me againI wish I could take you to a field of morning flowersand let you see the dewdrops as they shineeach of them is a tear I have cried for youand a poem that I have written,only to discard with a sigh
To Paroxysm From MuseDear Writer's Block,don't ask much do ya? Anyway, I gave it my best shot, but I think I drank a bit too much wine last night...lemme tell ya...those wood nymphs are something else...ahem. Anyway, here ya go.sand angels flyon the wind that touches the wavespulling the sun towards the horizonbut only for a few hourslike pouting lovers who come togetherand then split apartthey are locked in this eternal danceas they touch and break awaypoetry's words flowlike jellyfish on the surfacetossed about my minduntil they are what I want them to beI take it in,all of itand I store it allin memory's smiling formin a sand-crusted starfishthat somehow feels warm when I touch it...Hope this is kind of what you wanted.Regards,Your muse
My Ankle Broke and its Funnyin comes my boss,with a project for mego find this lady's houseand get her CDShe's old and decrepitand she doesn't drivebut her house is on Pearl Stand it's three twenty-fiveI can DO that, I sayas I jump in my car(I can grab a quick smoke nowand it's not very far)But the house numbers stopat three twenty-fourand none of them havea faded blue doorSo I get out and walkin the alley behindcuz that's where she isthis client of minefinally I find therea house that seems closethe lawn is all tangledshe's old - she doesn't mow.i'm going up the walkto this tiny, old placewhen i step in a holeshould've seen my poor faceDOWN like a big sackof potatoes i goi sit there in paineven my groaning is slowlook around quicklydid anyone see?smoothing my dressI get up, clumsily.I hop to the doorit's personal nowonly the dog is insidebugging me with his "yeeoooow!"i call out her nameand angrily poundmy ankle hurts bad(stupid hole in the ground.)I furiously stompas