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Lifted with a shovel
There are no coffins in your size
So I used a bag
Put you in the bin
Better that than fertilising
Next Spring's shoots of grass
Body stays and rots
But you fly on in skies where
Death has no meaning
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Beginning A Life With A Dragon 2
Beginning A Life With A Dragon
Chapter: 2
The boy was in a deep sleep dreaming a static dream caused by the cold. Suddenly he felt like someone was trying to wake him. His body began to wake up and he opened his eyes slightly to see what was going on. He started to feel something pushing lightly against his chest. He didn’t know what it was yet, but he could tell that it was warm. Still groggy from being woken up. He naturally snuggled towards it. At that moment the boy heard a giggle come from the source of the warmth and opened his eyes and froze in fear. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t, he had snuggled up against the muz
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Dragon Scales (Chapter 1)
Keith, Sarah, George, and Elisha trotted through the forest, with a warm breeze welcoming them along their tip to a city. "Soo…how long until we'll reach Yelrich?" Keith asked adjusting his shirt's sleeves. George shrugged and looked at his map, turning it sideways to see if it would make it more readable. "Don't know, Keith. It could be another day or two." George breathed brushing away his blonde hair. Sarah growled,"I'm not sleeping next to, Keith. He's way to weird." Elisha came up from behind Keith, and held him up in the air. "I like him the way he is. That and he's amazing!" Elisha said, laughing. Keith laughed.
"Hey guy
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Memory Loss
Memory Loss
"Oh my head
" I said as I sat up "Where am I?" I asked realizing that I was in a dark, damp cave. Light was shining at the end of the cave; I got up and ran towards the exit. The cave exit was very wide so I had a clear way out; outside the cave was a vast forest. The moon shone through the trees and a gentle breeze blew, the night air was warm.
I spotted a calm blue lake, I walked over and seen my reflection in the water. My messy brown hair, green eyes, and well tuned body, all looked back at me. The water was cold as I washed my face off, "Who are you?" I heard an angry female voice say. I turned around and seen a girl a
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Today, on Sunday 6th July 2014, I found the body of a little bird on the grass in our back garden. It was rotted through to the bone in places, and there was no obvious cause of death. The flies were already at work. Although it wasn't a beloved pet or family relative or even a human body I'd come across, I was shocked still. It was the second time in my life I was confronted with the spectre of death; I was struck by the cold, uncompromising nature of what I found. I found today that life can end, at any point, and that's it. There's no half-and-half, no going back on your word. Death is, no humour intended, a life sentence.
As I've said here, I put the body in a small bag filled with dirt and a few leaves, to give the body a chance to be buried with the same dignity as any human would be given, even if not in the same manner. it was cruel to place it in the bin, I know; lumped together with all the leftovers of unfinished dinner and unrecyclable wrappers and plastics, it will be classified now as mere rubbish. But to quote Shakespeare, "I that am cruel am yet merciful." I believe I spared it the indignity that would come from burying it in the garden to be reduced to fertiliser by plants or leaving it to the flies to be taken apart bit by bit.
Anyway, I used a twist on the haiku style 575 syllable rule. I'm pretty sure actual haikus consist of finished statements read in sequence, but you can probably tell I used lines that flow over and into each other. (I'm pretty sure I categorised it right, but I'm not sure. Please tell me if you think it's wrong) This is what art is about though - experimentation! I didn't just write a straight up, traditional poem, I tried something new, tried to give it a fresh spin.
Well, that's that. My first submission in years is coming in on a downer. Still, I hope it shows how I've grown as a writer (and a person) compared to the rest of the stuff in my gallery, which shows signs of teething and a need for technique-refining. I'll leave it there though - to remind myself, if for no other reason, where I came from; good writers, and great ones, aren't born, but made, through constant and frequent renewal and practice.
Comments are open, so feel free to say what you like. I'll be going now - there's always more to do.
As I've said here, I put the body in a small bag filled with dirt and a few leaves, to give the body a chance to be buried with the same dignity as any human would be given, even if not in the same manner. it was cruel to place it in the bin, I know; lumped together with all the leftovers of unfinished dinner and unrecyclable wrappers and plastics, it will be classified now as mere rubbish. But to quote Shakespeare, "I that am cruel am yet merciful." I believe I spared it the indignity that would come from burying it in the garden to be reduced to fertiliser by plants or leaving it to the flies to be taken apart bit by bit.
Anyway, I used a twist on the haiku style 575 syllable rule. I'm pretty sure actual haikus consist of finished statements read in sequence, but you can probably tell I used lines that flow over and into each other. (I'm pretty sure I categorised it right, but I'm not sure. Please tell me if you think it's wrong) This is what art is about though - experimentation! I didn't just write a straight up, traditional poem, I tried something new, tried to give it a fresh spin.
Well, that's that. My first submission in years is coming in on a downer. Still, I hope it shows how I've grown as a writer (and a person) compared to the rest of the stuff in my gallery, which shows signs of teething and a need for technique-refining. I'll leave it there though - to remind myself, if for no other reason, where I came from; good writers, and great ones, aren't born, but made, through constant and frequent renewal and practice.
Comments are open, so feel free to say what you like. I'll be going now - there's always more to do.
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