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The rain has come,
It's cold drops falling like tears.
Phoenix flying caught unawares
entranced with the fiery colors of autumn.
Is battered by the freezing realization,
that the time has come,
for darkness.
The fire has gone,
snuffed out by the hovering storm.
Phoenix mourning lies weeping.
A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort,
made bony and frail by the wet.
stripped of beauty
and hope
The snow falls deep.
a soft numb blanket to dull the pain.
Phoenix sleeping seems dead.
Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent screams,
Aching and yearning for the sun,
and the quickening of spring
to awake again.
It's cold drops falling like tears.
Phoenix flying caught unawares
entranced with the fiery colors of autumn.
Is battered by the freezing realization,
that the time has come,
for darkness.
The fire has gone,
snuffed out by the hovering storm.
Phoenix mourning lies weeping.
A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort,
made bony and frail by the wet.
stripped of beauty
and hope
The snow falls deep.
a soft numb blanket to dull the pain.
Phoenix sleeping seems dead.
Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent screams,
Aching and yearning for the sun,
and the quickening of spring
to awake again.
Literature
Hitler's Lullaby
Hush, little baby,
Don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Even though the skies are black,
And filled with smoke from the burning racks.
The lingering air here reeks of gas,
No, little girl,
We're not coming back.
But if you close your eyes real tight,
You can pretend everything's alright.
And maybe it won't seem so bad,
If you remember all the love we've had.
Hush, little baby,
Close your eyes.
And dream of yellow butterflies.
When you wake,
We'll be gone,
From this world where we don't belong.
Literature
The Grammar Nazi
Beneath the blazing sun I duelled
With a sentence that could not be read,
I saw his fingers flicker
But I was quicker,
I drew and shot him in the head.
For I am the grammar Nazi,
I tear bad English asunder,
And every misspelling
In need of quelling
Will soon be six feet under.
A hyphen or a tilde,
An underscore, a dash,
A comma misplaced
Or a line misspaced
Had better fear my wrath.
So armed with piles of Webster's
I rallied my troops around my cause,
Against grammar bad
I declared jihad,
A war to end all wars.
But the forces of darkness were much too strong
And after the victors took their trophies,
Then me they trailed
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I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. Isn't it ironic they call it SAD. I have started my winter downturn, things are falling apart again in my world and nothing seems right.
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I know...Where did all the flowers go? Phoenix can sleep in my greenhouse if he wants...?
I echo you're SAD. I think you've inspired me to clear off the mantle and light candles for summer's passing. I wish I had taken photos of my flowers...
love,
'beebz
I echo you're SAD. I think you've inspired me to clear off the mantle and light candles for summer's passing. I wish I had taken photos of my flowers...
love,
'beebz