The Blind

The blind leading the blind

Where I am blind

An arrogant wench

Who refused to be led

So darkness takes me

And darkness led me.

Your funeral; She will love me

The songs sung by crickets

As she cried in that dark morning

The songs sung by crickets

As she shook my mother frail body.

Art Credit: "Smokey ... Abstract Cat Art" by Amy Giacomelli

Acceptance

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Don't Forget

Don't Forget

-a poem about depression-

written on 29th December 2015

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The Wicked Maker

[Writing Prompts December Goal]

Call me, maybe

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Title

The Wicked Maker

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The black screen shines its light, inciting irritation from me. 

          I used to like dark colours, that is, after the colour green. After reading The Secret Garden however, I was intrigued by black. In a way, watching the spy cartoon - Kim Possible, made my interest in the colour black grew back then. I liked Mary’s changes, and Dickon’s brightness. Nevertheless, when they were bright, they lost their mysteries. That was all I cared about in the past; mysteries. I was sure that I outgrew them. I was. But I hate that vibrate accompanied shine from the usual black screen that rests on the accent table.

Sonnet II, from "To W.P."

Sonnet II, from "To W.P."

With you a part of me hath passed away;
For in the peopled forest of my mind
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind
Shall never don again its green array.
Chapel and fireside, country road and bay,
Have something of their friendliness resigned;
Another, if I would, I could not find,
And I am grown much older in a day.

But yet I treasure in my memory
Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease,
And the dear honour of your amity;
For these once mine, my life is rich with these.
And I scarce know which part may greater be,--
What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

-- George Santayana

Found this from The Wondering Ministrel.

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William Shakespeare - I am Afraid

You say that you love rain,

but you open your umbrella when it rains.

You say that you love the sun,

but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.

You say that you love the wind,

but you close your windows when wind blows.

This is why I am afraid;

You say that you love me too.

As you can see,.. this is adapted -not mine..

Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes

Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes

Succumb to the Dark

I remember that day very well,

When I was still a perfect kid,

Coming home from the tiring exam,

With a big grin on the face.

I scored a lot, I told,

Proudly I went on and on,

Though I remember just then,

That I've mistaken one.

Useless came the word,

Though as light as the mouth says,

When it reaches the ear of a kid,

How his heart darkened as heavy as a whale.

Like how whales gobbles her food,

The heart was slowly devoured,

By the light, simple useless of a word,

That shattered the soul of a kid.

And thus the kid grows,

As imperfect as it can be,

With false and lies as his company,

To live up to the cursed word,

That leaves him with no salvation,

And never to be in his limelight again.