Saturday, 13 February 2016

Heartbeat

Love is a spiked, slendrous thing,
                             which does but consume its master in a raging
                                                                          torrent of their own design,
                                                                                                                    leaving it...
Meaningless.

A breath of ash!
A flash of fire!
And it burns itself out.
All is consumed under its watchful gaze, 
even as it consumes itself.

Except, when it doesn't.  

For if one should take the flames of their desire,
and treat it carefully.
And in the flurry that is love react neither in foolery
nor release thy caution, but rather...                                                                                Feed the flames.

then your love shall be kept eternal,
as in the stuff of songs and dreams.
An infinite moment...

A heartbeat.

Friday, 12 February 2016

A New School Semester (Chemistry Poetry)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Howdy, all. As you may know (if you live in Canada), a new semester began recently, and with it new courses. I decided, for some strange reason I will never understand, to take two chemistry courses this year (gr.11 and gr. 12), and as such found myself once more in that most hated of courses (which I'm not even remotely good at). After which, I found myself (quite by accident) writing a poem about my AMAZING experience with chemistry while on the bus ride home. I hope you enjoy and, as always, feel free to comment on any questions and/or concerns you may have concerning this. Thanks!


What dark and twisted paths did I take,
which may sets my soul to quake,
that I should stride amongst these bleakened paths,
to reach this place of misery and wrath.
And in my pains once more find me,
in awful, awful, chemistry.