A Burial of Memories: Prologue In a large, conical classroom, a teacher discussed strategics with his students. They were all a part of the Gannean military, though many of them would never fight in a battle. Yet still they sat, listening to the lecture with swords and lances and bows beside them. They all had been trained to use them, but some of them would never wish to. One of the students near the back drooped his head down and snored lightly, succumbing to sleep. A sharp jab hit him between his ribs. With a sudden inhale, Seth's snoring stopped, and his head popped up. The teacher continued his lecture as Seth looked over at Ruth, the student next to him. She mouthed the words "stay awake" to him, back to writing down notes. Seth picked up his own pen and tried to continue his own notes. There was a row of large scribbles from when he had fallen asleep, and beneath them, barely legible writing. He wondered what he had missed during his nap. Zachary Slone, the teacher, w
Steak SandwichA taste of red leaps and bounds all over the place, flashes of gold splash around.The waitress's words feel soft as wool as she asks,"Does everything taste all right?"It does, but it's not that simple.Beef gets torn apart with every bite,Chewed through, crunched throughThe fried onions are spiky, and jab at my tongue while making crackling sounds under the pressure of teeth.The bread is rough and tough, all of the softness toasted out of it.There's too much else going on here for one to just taste their food.
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,threads of purple clouds unravelacross a flaming sunrise.
Chaoui bandito triodevil nipping at their heelsringed tails sweep their tracks
*Winter Robin*Early morning breezeRobin, sharp eyed, curiousPerched on distant tree.Bid summer goodbyeAutumn leaves swirl, gentle fallMoment of sadnessPolar cold invadesWinter countryside, hiatusRobin's song uplifts.Delice194115.10.14
little green lizardsswift little lizardsdisplay on bushes and wallsthey're looking at melayers of little lizardsas far as the eye can see
Maple PhoenixesPhoenix spreads brittle wingslike dry skin across maple trees--a mosaic of red leaves.
RIP Young SenseiCrimson leaves,falling.
SnowflakesThe bite from the airCause the glittering snowflakesTo land in your hair.
ElixirElixir, by David NicholasThe gift of waterA clear, scentless refreshmentOf peerless repute.Let me count the waysOf how this magic liquidIs vital for life…Revives your vigorRelieves crippling fatigueTo focus on task.Suppresses hungerBoosts metabolic levelsBoom, easy weight lossFlushes your toxinsImproves your skin complexionKeeps you regularImmune system’s friendA migraine’s worst enemyAnd kills cramps & sprainsLifts your mood to heightsHigher than Everest’s peakAnd it’s cheap to boot!And yet we’re guiltyOf shunning this elixirFor delish death drinks…
Haiku for a friendHigh from the tree topsLeaves fall gently to the groundThey bury kittens
British PetroleumWaves turn sand to mudOil washed away like darknessThat sad, long lost mess