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The Tale of Rambunctious RitaThe Tale of Rambunctious Rita
Goddesses Nine! I call thy attention
To my woe. I possess a tale which lingers in my mind,
Winding and suffering, trapped. Yet, I alone cannot
Speak, for no mortal has words to tackle or tell this
Terrific tale. So I beseech Calliope of the pen
To grant me the eloquence to express the story I hold.
Acrid and tangy smoke dissipated in the cavernous hall,
Leaving clear vision in its wake to spy
Shrunken human figures of clay littering the unclean floor.
Youth, shocked and perplexed, stood to find themselves as an audience
For one bold girl, the harbinger of this of this mayhem,
Upon a table with stained steel-strike in hand to address
Those in stupor. She raised this metal-master and cried,
I free you all! The girl, Rambunctious Rita by name,
Then threw her final flame.
Before Ritas righteous revolution, she, like many others,
Lived the harsh imprisonment within the bleak walls
Of secondary education.
However, the so-called Rambunctious Rit
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
Dawn of the AngelI watched him descend from the sky
wings, pale as ivory.
The beauty in his form
a sight to behold.
I felt, not meant to see.
Yet, he stood there
in all of his glory;
a definite, masculine, form.
With a soft expression
he met my soul
his eyes, Heavely warm.
I could only look back
that such a creature, was here with me;
on this dawning day
I watched as the rays
touched his wings.
It was almost blinding.
When he spread his wings
it filled me with awe, and grace.
For what had happened this morn
was a miracle.
I'd looked an Angel
in the face!
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.
His clothes were torn, his face unclean, all wished he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Now define vermin."
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's Squirmin' Herman!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him has me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through.
Sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay.
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
Days that are no MoreIt conjures up old memories
nothing on earth could compare.
The words, in thirst of expression
of my heart
can at all times be found there...
Where cardinals rest
on snow covered branches
in trees, of winters' past...
I would peacefully watch
my warm breath before me
become a cloud of smoke
in the cold contrast.
...And they would take flight on occasion,
but always to return again.
Their red wings denoting
their comings and goings
always, without a question...
So suddenly, is the feeling
of what it is that I'm longing for...
A memory...With silver lining.
Days - that are no more.
By loveis-linda AKA LindArtz ©
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagle
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
When all the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
The standard answerAfter taking hard knocks
full of emotional pain
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off
and simply join lifes struggle again.
With hopes dashed demoraliszed
time and time to date.
In the aftermath on being asked "How are you now?"
You always answer "Me? I´m doing great!"
This is the standard answer
the one they want to hear.
They don´t want to hear your troubles
it fills them full of fear.
Fear for the future
and what might be in store
full of problems and hardship
maybe a whole lot more.
they ask politely but still just want to hear
"I´m fine thanks really."
Exactly what you said the day before.
by Suzanne karbach August 2014
Trigonometry PoemHere Follow Some Verses Upon The Receiving of Our Trig Grades
Heavens align and stars shatter;
Grades plummet with a deafening clatter.
Whether you fell to hell or rose to heaven,
The value of such is fifty-seven.
And on this challenge of tangent and sine,
I, myself, received a forty-nine.
But fear not, child, for there be hope for you yet,
For on Monday we take a retest.
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