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July 2011

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The Forest Again The time has come To save mankind. I turn and look forward, My world left behind. Beginning to walk Down the cluttered path. Trees create shadows Consumed with wrath. Be strong, I thought. I’ll take one glance back. I see some with sorrow, Others under attack. Soon this will all be over, I won’t have to exist. A cold, hard corpse. I’ll leave their midst. Loves ones will grovel, Ultimately, I won’t be missed. My enemies will cheer, The ones who’d hit me with a fist. I pull out the ball, Tiny and golden. I now know what to do. To myself, I must embolden. Lips press against the metal, Revealing minuscule words. “I’m going to die”, I say. The cawing of the birds. Four ghostlike forms Expose themselves to me. I know them all, They’re here to guarantee. My godfather, A past teacher, Both my parents, Were the feature. They tell me to rest, An almost painless practice. There’s nothing to fear. Less pain than a cactus. Soon I’ll join them, A place with no more pain. A spectral appearance. Blood halts in your vein. I see my future killer, My greatest rival, Standing tolerantly, Awaiting my arrival. My weapon remains in my pocket. I don’t dare take it out. At this point, I’m far beyond doubt. I enter the clearing, His snake-like face, Slits for eyes. A look of disgrace. Weapon at side, Hanging straight down In a marble hand. The talk of the town. The frown disappears, Replaced by a smirk, A rage flows through him, Possessed and berserk. He preaches to me A concluding speech. Not giving a damn, I ignore the leach. Eventually, His voice subsides. He raises his wand, About to slaughter my insides. The words were spoken, Taking far too long. What should’ve taken seconds, Only prolonged. As if in slow motion, Came spiraling light. An illuminating emerald, Absorbing the night. It hit hard, Like a rabid dog’s bite. It spread through my remains, Leaving me frosty and white.

I know I should be like, ‘wait, why is there a random poem about HP in my ask?’ but really I’m just critiquing it and I’m not too crazy about it. Particularly some of the rhyming couplets.

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Tonight on Top Gear:

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“Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value.Imagine traveling the world until you’re bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melo-dramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.” —Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
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