Memory

Memories of childhood
are picked in the brain
Til nie unrecognisable
perfection do they feign.
They soon become far brighter
than the sadness of the present,
They bear little resemblance
but still are far more pleasant.
Through the days of adulthood,
these memories are candied,
Our minds distort imperfectness
the facts are deeply buried.
But is this really terrible,
to alter the real cause,
for now it's far more sweeter
than whatever really was.

Flajella the skin

A foggy, shady, tepid day
among the Timber forest
when once was heard a weeping noise
a ghostly, somber chorus.
The people of the town then wanted to investigate,
but the priest of Timberhill
warned them not to tempt the fate.
still yet a group of two young men
departed from the town,
they heard the wretched wail when it
reverberated down.
They took their pitchforks tightly held
with slightly shaken grip.
past the timber brooks and streams
where brackish water drips.
The the timber swamp holds many secrets,
spirits, monsters, beasts,
the citizens ignore the things
and leave them to the priest.
But as the lads then neared the place
the weeping first began,
they were enveloped by a fear
and turned back round and ran.
For as they gazed across the way,
they saw a slouching figure
A sight so strange to make them
wish that they could pull a trigger.
It was a sagging, wrinkling shape
the tone of which was pale.
the stretched and then contorted limbs
were thin and very frail.
the face had two dark wholes in it
Instead of peering eyes
And not a mouth or nose was seen
to issue forth the cries.
And no muscle was inside the thing
nor bones and blood and bile
no skull supported deep inside
the creature's long profile.
But in the end, we ask ourselves,
is strangeness such a sin?
And thus ending the fable
the one of Flajella the skin.

the cager

Part 8: the cager

The cager traps. The cages raise.

Small infants in an iron cage

To hold them all it must be hard

To keep them inside metal bars.

People inside are until they grow old,

 forced to keep its heart from growing cold.

Old House

Lanney and Egbert went to a house that all the children dreaded.

For according to them, under the house was a demon’s tomb embedded

They threw lots of stones, and broke all his bones and locked him up tight in a box

With a beast of mischief and a butler named Dave to keep him trapped with locks.

Egbert and Lanney went to the house to prove the myth was fake.

Lanney brought with her a club with spines, and eggbert carried a rake.

But when they chased off the beast of mischief and Dave stared out of the glass,

The demon came out of the basement stairs, and the screams they screamed were their last.

The ocean

Wide, vast, and seemingly infinite, it streaches as a nebulous, dark plain to the darkened horizon. The solemn, perfect line that separates sky from sea seems to silently utter ancient and profound things that far surpass words. It speaks with a calm, heartless tone of timeless intelligence, and seems obviously aware of its own indisputable dignity and poise as it silently urges me to join it. To go back to the churning, moving, source of  life that breathes and consumes and creates with an infinite, raw power. It is where life began, and more than likely, it is where it will reach its indefinite, terminal demise. When asked if the sea is truly a creature, both the everyman and the scientist would deny, without hesitation, however, I have a different theory, and this all goes back to the true definition of life, which is of course nonexistent.  Just like us, the sea is made up of many smaller living organisms, as well as manny inanimate and non-living ones. Just like us, the sea must consume, it must survive, and if it fails to do so, it will die, such is the nature of life.

200000 Leagues Under the Sea pt. One

This book i one of my favorite classics of all time so far because of its memorable characters, and amazing writing style. But the best part of the book for me at least, is really the story and concept. Many of the visuals and scenes described hear are so iconic and dramatic that they are remembered fondly to this day. The author clearly has a marked affinity for the sea, and it is transparently clear here, and this is one of the only books that I'v ever read that was educational without talking down to the reader. Another part that I enjoyed about the book was its use of scientific terminology and realistic human reactions to the events happening here. Both of these literary attributes coupled with the luxurious vocabulary and word choice create an amazing experiential novel of epic proportions. I truly can't wait to keep reading, and become astonished once again.

paul

Part 7: Tall Paul

Tall Paul did not have a home.

But he had the streets and roads to roam.

He had no food from farming fields

But he had fruit that a garden yield.

He had no shirt upon his back

But he made one out of burlap sacks

He didn’t have a single friend

But he had lots of time to spend.

“Far to tall to get inside”

said all the people. They didn’t lie.