Advenæ (“New Arrivals”)

[Pronounced "add-ven-eye"]

They came like foxes

In pack upon pack,

Engulfing every inch of land

In a growling, glaring mass.

They attacked like lions:

Quick, precise, deadly;

Taking out the poor and the weak first,

Then circling the rest on all four sides

No escape,

No hopes

Then they moved in and finished the job.

They disappeared like birds

Slinking back to whence they came

With news of their triumph,

The only trace of their presence

Being the desecration and carnage

They left behind.

(If you take the first line of each stanza, you get the quote this was inspired by.... if I remembered it correctly. Was just a pretty awesome quote I thought, so I figured, why not make a poem out of it?)

((In other news, I am attempting to start to update this on at least a weekly basis for a while, then it should clear up and get more involved after next week, because then I should be done with tests, and that means lots of free time to write and read and whatever. So soon as well I should be traversing the dreaded, near-50 item book and book series list, with which I shall document my reactions to the books or what they spark in that brain of mine or whatever. So yeah, it'll get fun in here soon enough, I promise))

Canticum Antecessorum (“The Song of the Ancestors”)

She stands atop the grassy hill

Her black hair flowing in the evening wind,

Gazing off into the blazing orange of the setting sun.

Taking a deep breath, she lifts her bow and violin to her chin,

Closes her eyes,

And begins to play for the setting sun and the world around her.

She plays not of love,

Not of loss,

But of beauty and nature

Letting her fingers dance along the strings like a performer on a stage

Jumping from end to end, note to note

Piecing them all together in a quilt stitched for the ears of the few

The free

The fantastical.

On the land bellow,

A small group of woodland creatures amasses

To listen to her tune,

Ears twitching in time with her strokes,

Birds joining in to provide some light vocals,

Creating a soundtrack Mother Nature herself would weep to hear.

As the sun sinks deeper bellow the horizon to make room for the moon,

She slows

Lifts the bow

And opens her eyes to meet those of her crowd.

She smiles as they stare with ears bent back and heads cocked to the side,

The birds floating in the air, as if they were notes left unplayed on a page

Looking, listening, waiting for the song to go on.

The violinist just smiles down at them.

“Maybe I’ll play you some more tomorrow,” she giggles to the excitement of the creatures,

Then gives them a wink

Turns

And walks off into the moonlight

In search of somewhere

only she knows.

6400mg of Insanity

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Red Red red red redbull monster

Monster monster monster red

Red red red red red red-bull

Mons mons mons mons mons mon-ster

Energy energy energy drink

Energy energy is what I need

Hyper active is what I get

Crazy crazy is what I seem

Fun fun fun is what I’ll have

Run run run is what you’ll do,

Or else I’ll make you a poem TOO!

(Written one day under the influence of an energy drink, so please excuse the oddness. It will serve as an okay coming-back post I think though)