Winter II a lake fringed by bluebells in the deep of winter,Winter II by KyaniteArcher
frost carvings around the flowers, ice sculptures in the woods.
animal tracks set in ice-encrusted snow.
a lake, young surface, yet with lightning-struck fractures,
frost-bitten fingers that intertwine, clandestine,
animal claws scrabble for air.
winter sets all to sleep, some with a song,
some without warning, a storm in dark woods,
snow as a blanke
HaikuWriMo- Feb 2014Day OneHaikuWriMo- Feb 2014 by KyaniteArcher
I keep books: words
that never fail to make me
Fresh autumn leaf-piles,
dancing breezes sweep cotton clouds.
Hear the young one's joy.
In these corridors,
memories crowd my unused ears.
I have never left.
and walks down that old scorched road,
a stream of worn shoes;
If we try and leave them, they
won't be easily forgotten.
The wilted grass stirs
when winter sends its rain- try,
keep this in your mind.
Stately rivers run,
bending, shifting over time-
and we must shift, too.
Sir, we never came
to talk about bitter ends.
We always march on.
Early morning sun
warms voices wafting through halls-
this school brought to life.
New day, a stone's throw
to a silent horizon,
beyond resting hills.
SouvenirsWhen her mom went to check the mail at breakfast, she returned with a thin box in her arms.Souvenirs by RoamingShadow
It was a package from her father.
Her dad was sort of like a traveler... at least, that was what she assumed he was. His job always had him jumping from city to city, country to country. He'd been to almost everywhere around the world, and every few weeks, he would send her a letter with a little souvenir from his stay. This time, it was a miniature Eiffel Tower.
So he's in France again, she mused, studying the two-foot tall replica. A small chuckle escaped her lips. It was about time he remembered to get it for her! He really should've thought of buying it six visits ago. She opened the small envelope attached to package and read the letter inside with a fond smile. When she finished reading, she stood up and excused herself from the table. Her mom answered with a sad smile as she nodded.
She raced up the stairs and headed for the Gift Room. It was a special place in the house just for h
JulyThe magnolia tree is the last shade for milesSilverInkblot
unless you want to hide in the cornfields,
or spend quality time with the chickens pecking at your bare toes.
Only the mockingbirds truly enjoy the summer haze,
filching birdseed and blackberries
with all the speed their hollow skeletons will grant them,
while anything with feet on the ground simmers like biscuits in the oven.
The mailboxes at the end of mile-long driveways are stuffed to capacity,
because it's too hot to make the trek from the porch swing
and the lemonade will be lukewarm by then.
Even the old barn,
paint stripped by the elements exposing the grayed wood,
is too tired to continue rotting, rusting,
standing only because old habits die hard,
and the owls need a place to live.
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I'm an awkward Year 9 girl from Perth, Australia.
I enjoy spending long periods of time staring out of windows doing nothing. My other interests include writing, drawing, running, and stalking people. I've played piano for almost seven years and picked up flute a short time ago. As for musical tastes, indie, folk, punk, country, and ballad-y stuff are all equally cool. I dislike people who hate popular music just because it's popular, though.
My favourite ways of expressing myself are through poetry and digital art. Due to the short, intense nature of poetry I find this suits me very well as I find it hard to keep at one idea- one plot- for a lengthy amount of time as with novels. When I write prose, though, I try to make it as realistic as possible. My few attempts at fantasy or sci-fi did not end well.
I draw with a Wacom Bamboo Pen using Paint Tool SAI. Movement is what I find important- capturing the personality of what I'm drawing- though I still need a lot of practice, haha.
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