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Rules of the Blog

Rules of the Blog

The English language is an interesting thing.
Sometimes, new words are added on a whim.
Definitions change; some words are just for show;
But that is what happens as a society grows.

But, here, I wish to explain,
What is bringing us all great pain.
Today, grammar is a scarce thing;
Because of this “texting” thing.

Abbreviations make us forget,
What teachers are trying to make our minds get.
And “like” is not a synonym for “said,”
Using it in that manner makes intelligence seem dead.

On this blog there will be poetry, stories, and reviews,
I hope they will teach you a thing or two.
But this is a place of learning and growth;
So I want you to take an oath.

I swear I will comment and critique with fairness;
I swear I will comment if I have questions.
I swear I will treat people with dignity and respect,
For, if I do not, the comment will be a reject.

Those are the rules, so simple and so few,
Hopefully, they will be enough for you.
Education is important as you shall see,
For strong and empowered you shall be.

The Sister Goddesses of Lightning and Thunder

The Sister Goddesses of Lightning and Thunder

BOOM!
CRASH!

Lightning is striking, thunder is crashing.
The exquisiteness is great.
Created by two women,
Of beauty and grace.

The Goddess of Lightning,
With her sister of Thunder,
They work together,
Every hour.

Their yellow hair,
They yellow hawk eyes,
Are an attractive sight.

They are Water’s weakness,
And also Water’s friends.
Always there to protect,
But sometimes can’t control.

Once in frustration,
Tornadoes and hurricanes formed,
Oh, the aggravation.

While sad,
There is simply thunder,
And quick flashes of lightning.

Whilst happy,
It is a sunny day.

The lightning bolts are deadly,
As everyone knows.
Beware.

When it hits you,
You will breathe your last,
And perish.

Back to the sunny day,
Everything is peaceful.
It shall be so for a while.

Lightning is striking, thunder is crashing.
The exquisiteness is great.
Created by two women,
Of beauty and grace. 

The Goddess of Lightning,
With her sister of Thunder,
They work together,
Every hour.

(What do you think? Comment!)

What Did I Do?

What Did I Do?

It’s wet.
It burns.
I run.
I’m shot again.
I… run…
can’t…
on my back…
twitching…
What… did I… do?

I watch as it writhes.
I watch as the spider writhes.
I just can’t help but watch.
I’m causing this pain.
It’s fighting for its life.
I’m causing this pain.
I then think about the pain I’m in.
I then think about the pain that I caused.
Am now causing.

It’s writhing…
I’m hoping it will win…
I want it to win…
It didn’t deserve that!
The poor thing…

Just like I didn’t deserve my pain…
I didn’t do anything wrong!
The spider didn’t do anything wrong!
And I can’t even apologize!
It probably wouldn’t even hear me!
It’s burning!

Is that what’s going to happen to me?
Am I going to receive the apology I am hoping for on my deathbed?
When I die?
When it won’t even matter, when I can’t even hear it?

Are those who hurt me going to feel my pain of being unable to apologize?
Are they never going to feel release?
Just like me?
Are they to feel my pain?

My pain…
It’s writhing…
It’s in so much pain…
I didn’t deserve that…
We didn’t deserve that…
It didn’t deserve that…

What… did I… do?

I’m so sorry…

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