Zariah

Fifteen years in this room, Safe, guarded, and my home. Away to college, I go to bloom, Freedom, growth, new places to roam. Goodbye, dear twenty-four window panes- Through which I watched the summer rains. Farewell, sticky walls of might- Where posters clung in day and night. Au revoir, comfy bed I've had since the age of two- There's no object in this room I shall miss more than you. Adios, drawers, beaureau, desk, and chair- Now I've packed all the rest, and you remain bare. Empty room filled with vent-blown air, I'll remember the many years we did share. Never shall I forget how I loved thee so dear, And when I think of home, I'll always mean here.

Moments alone to gently touch your skin Carressing your cheek Kissing your eyelashes It's all a momentary bliss I awake in my twisted sheets Now aware that it is but a dream I put on my floppy slippers Grab the keys and head to your place Where we play games until it's time to end the day How I wish the moments were fewer but memorable!! The way they were only months ago Where each kiss between classes lingered two more hours I yearn for the upcoming changes we will have! And those dreams of being in your arms will come true.

lol you are so silly.....that's cute though

Other than schoolwork and a lovely Spring Break at the beach in Northumberland, Va., I have been dedicating my time working at an organization entitled Senior Services. This place helps the elderly with cheap transportation, employment opportunities, and reducing bills. I worked at the agency, but my favorite (and now permanent volunteering position) is working at the nearby Independent Living Facility. While it is independent, this place is for low income and basically poverty level senior citizens. Of the 98 residents, 94 of them live alone and rarely leave their apartment. I am here now to encourage EVERYONE (in the building) to participate in the free events that are provided such as art and dance lessons. I am also helping a couple from Peru speak better English. While I know that I cannot pursue this as a career because it is too hard to handle the emotional aspect, I am capable of dedicating my Wednesday afternoons there. I just wanted to let you all know that volunteering isn't that hard (if even I can do it...) and I hope that everyone can remember the senior citizens. (Off of topic: I know this sounds maybe "flashy" o something...but I didn't mean it that way...I have had no time and no motivation or 'muse' to write any poetry or r/p, so this is my contribution to the community today)

Zariah, intrigued with this magic, stares at Fountain in awe. 'He is really special' she thinks. Zariah gathers all her concentration and determination and decides to lead the group to the first of the three rooms. She boldly declares, "All right. It's time to advance, as it seems we have little time to spare before another innocent life is destroyed. Let us proceed to explore the The Quarters of Rahsash. Perhaps there, we may find a helpful piece of evidence or even a clue to the villain.” Everyone begins to gather their belongings. Rune, being the most helpful so far, says, “Oh! Oh!… we could leave a note so if anyone comes they can find us, then we may have more help!” Zariah responds, “That is an excellent idea! What do you think Crow?” “Kaaw cahh cah kaw!” “Yes, I do see your point, but if this villain returns and sees our note he may either come for us or flee from the Pen entirely. I am sure we can out take this evil being. My determination alone could face killer and I am set on avenging my fellow brothers.” “ Kaw cah kaw kah kah.” “We disagree I see. Well, let’s vote. Who wishes to leave a note telling of our future location in case more wish to join in solving the mystery? Who wishes to leave immediately and leave no evidence that we were here?” Zariah gazes toward the group, but glazed are her eyes. Her mind is wandering to her past. A memory of her younger years, where she felt safe and comforted by her family and friends. At once she jolts back toward the present and is surprised to see a show of eager faces ready to share their view. OOC: Sorry for being gone so long. Thanks for keeping me in the story!

I'm sad because no one has responded to my narrative....

Yey!

I know I should be telling you that I'm A rubai - but perhaps some other time. It sounds like work, and anyway, it's late - Unless I sleep, I'll be too tired to rhyme. Besides, there's plates to clear and cups to clink, And when that's done I have to sit and think, Since then it won't be long before I need To sleep again and eat again and drink. What Poetry Form Are You? My alternate is Blank Verse This was fun!!!!!!!!!

"Yey!" shouts the hamster as he enters the celebration of Wyv's day of birth. He joins with his fellow big bellied companions and they begin the disco fever singing: "Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight, get down tonight!" This continues on for several hours until the final hammy falls on his back fom exhaustion. In walks crowgirl, and she hears loud "eeeeeppps" from below. She cries, " Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't see any of you down there!" The hamsters were furious and stormed out on their hind legs.....limping and holding thier sides. Zariah spots Wyv in the corner and says, "Happy Birthday." They walk out the conservatory and go out for pizza.

I understand how you feel about this. Unfortunately, certain people are not allowed to comment because of their jobs, but I can. I agree with you and how you feel. When I heard we had attacked, I burst into tears. We are helpless to make a stand against this, and I am brought to my knees when I think of all the death and destruction that will occur. However, I also think of what COULD happen if Saddam attacked any other country with his weapons of mass destruction or even aided terrorism here. I just keep praying that it is short and that they don't draft those people close to me. My boyfriend isn't even 18 yet, but he was forced to sign up to get finacial aid. It scares me, and angers me....but all I can do is pray for safety of our men over there, and the inocent civilians whom are being victimized by Saddam. It feels good to voice out my feelings. I hope that this can relieve any who wish they could speak but can't. In terms of poetry, I find excellent use of vivid verbs and adjectives. And I like how you framed the oil around the poem (in beginning and ending). I also liked the single words standing alone to emphasize the intensity and feeling.

You know... "The space between" is the beginning of the refrain in a Dave Matthew's song.... that was my immediate connection with those words.... I like the topic, bright and uplifting The second and third "verse" both use breeze as the end words to rhyme...which is repetitious... I like the "frolicking" mood...it is a good cheererupper....(I doubt that's a word)

I can appreciate the concept of venting through writing rather than upon others.... suggestion: In the second stanza, death is used in two forms and perhaps one could be replaced with a synonym to give a more powerful effect... Just a suggestion.....

I noticed/ interperted several things They are all Haikus!!!!!!!!!!! The structure is in a pattern: Dragon Fly... instant life....living in the moment Symphony....fading life Pressing Life....taking life Chocolate.....savoring life Goodnight....sharing life.....could also be ending life It conveys the message, "Do not take life for granted." Also the stanzas alternates from living bug to inanimate collection to living flower to inanimate food to living persons... Each line has one word which ties directly to the titles of each stanza. I really enjoyed these!!!!!

I find the imagery quite vivid and unique. I appeciate the mood created by word selection and change from describing the sun as bleeding into the horizon to being void as it fades away... It has an interperative tone. I think personally it is sad, but I could also see other variations of interpertation on the emotional effect which this poem conveys. Excellent Nyyark!

I really like how you conveyed your poem and meaning through questions. It is in an appealling form, and your choice of language flavors the intesity. Wonderful!

I decided since I have not fully explored writing fictional stories, that I would ease into it by sharing a piece which I wrote two weeks ago for my IB English class. We originally wrote 12 and chose our 5 favorite. This is my favorite. It is nonfictional, therefore you can learn more about me. Pop’s Place Each Easter, my father and I would visit my grandfather in Sedona, Arizona. Pop as we called him, lived alone in a medium sized multi-windowed home surrounded by scenic mountain views. He knew I loved to swim in his pool, and he took great care and effort to prepare it for my visit. He always enjoyed having his family present, and loved to watch me swim in his pool. I was an excellent swimmer, and on occasion, he would join me in the shallow end to play games. I could hold my breath underwater for a long period of time. It was diving for rings where I developed this ability. Pop would throw them in the deep end, and I would see how many of them I could gather before having to go up to the surface for air. Over the years, I became and expert and could even do several underwater flips before hitting the top. Pop’s pool wasn’t the only interesting aspect of his back yard. I had many adventures outdoors in Sedona. His back yard was a jungle. Filled with juniper trees and exotic bushes, the insects and birds became my best friends. The most interesting wild life I encountered was Pop’s hummingbirds. Pop took care of them as if they were his own kin. Each morning, he’d fill up the seven feeders with sugar water, and distribute them throughout the backyard trees. Perhaps 50 hummingbirds would come at a time, and were they a site to behold! They’d flap their wings so fast, that it appeared as though they had none at all! I always deemed them as having the female gender because their bodies were sleek and slender. Around the side of his house, there was a larger plot of land. Full of various types of cacti and beautiful desert flowers, this was the home of the Arizona quail. Each morning, Pop would scatter seed and bread along an area, which we could view from his kitchen. As soon as he was inside, families of quail hopped into the pile. They were delightful to witness, because as they fed, their little heads, having a wiggly feather attached, would swing and wobble according to their movements. One trip, which I remember vividly, was the Easter trip in 1991. My mother never went with my father and I, so she was back in D.C. working. I was so excited to go on not one plane ride, but two! On the journey to Minneapolis, my flight attendant pampered me. She gave me a coloring book and playing cards. I received attention from other attendants and was even allowed to visit the cockpit where the pilots were flying the plane! I remember the grumpy old man who sat in the isle where my dad and I were located. He switched seats with me, because I kept interrupting his nap when I needed to go to the bathroom. That made me sad, because I couldn’t see out the window. On my second flight, our attendant was male, but he was nice too. He gave me my own set of wings! In Phoenix, my dad rented a red car, and we drove two hours until we arrived in Sedona. Sedona was splendid. I always associated Sedona with bright colors and the sunlight as it bounced off the red rocks. I can remember the little boutique shops we passed. And the rent-a-jeep place, not only because we rented one at some time or another, but also because ALL the jeeps were pink! I also associated the grocery store with pink because it was called the Piggly-Wiggly! We drove up the main street past The Hardrock Café, and the sun began to set. Finally setting eyes upon Kachina Drive, we became instantly excited to see Pop. He greeted us and we had a nice supper. The week flew by, and soon Easter Sunday approached. I knew this was going to be great because I had sneaked a peak into my dad’s suitcase and saw the gifts my parents were giving me. Being young and naïve I believed in the Easter bunny, and anticipated what he had for me as well. Sunday morning arrived, and as the light streamed through the vertical blinds, my eyes wandered aimlessly along the thousands of books lined up on each shelf in Pop’s library. I popped up from the foldout couch, and ran to the bathroom. His guest bathroom had a distinct smell, perhaps a cross between Lysol spray and the way old people smell. I went into the dining room, and slid open the blinds. Outside on the steps was an Easter basket waiting for me! I unlocked the sliding door and brought it inside. By this time, my dad and Pop wandered in, most likely admiring my happiness, but I was too wrapped up in the gift to take notice. There were chocolates, little toys, and several Easter eggs full of Jellybeans. I absolutely loved Jellybeans; they were my favorite candy in the spring. My dad wandered over to the fireplace mantle and pointed out two smaller baskets waiting for me. I received more candy and toys, and more Jellybean filled eggs. In total there were 20 plastic eggs. I wanted to go outside for an Easter egg hunt! While I put on some play clothes, my dad hid the eggs in the back yard. I took the biggest basket outside with me and began my search. My dad went inside to cook breakfast. I found three on the back porch. Down the steps I went, with a determined eye. There were two hidden under the diving board. One was between the cushions of the blue and white pool chair. Behind the bush to the left of the house were two. That left me twelve more to find. The search became trickier. Across the pool there were daffodils, and sure enough, I found a yellow egg inside a bloom. Two green ones were underneath the arms of claw cacti, and I made sure I was careful not to get pricked. I had searched the entire left and back parts of the yard; all was left was the right side along the wooden fence. I quested to the middle of the yard and saw a purple egg on the fence door. Excited, I began to run along the flat stepping-stones. I tripped, and flew down. Whoosh! As I slid along the rock-imbued ground, my left hand penetrated along the edge of a forward stone. As it ripped open my palm, several small slivers of rocks flew inside. At the time, all I could do was scream. Out rushed my father, anxious and worried about my painful cry. I was in too much pain to even speak; I simply raised my hand and watched the blood drip down my leg. My dad grew hysterical and did not know what to do. He called up my mother who was at home 3,000 miles away. He couldn’t explain accurately what had happened to my mother, so she asked to speak with me. She asked me if I needed to go to the doctor if it was that serious, and I answered yes. She then, yelled at my father and told him to call a doctor. My dad, too baffled at the current situation, just held me as Pop called the only surgeon open on Easter Sunday. We made our way there, and I was scared that the surgery would be awful. The doctor was really nice. He numbed my hand and explained every tool he was going to use as well as what exactly he was going to do. I even got to watch it happen! He stitched me up with six stitches, and gave my dad a prescription for painkillers. I was even allowed to have the three little rocks he dug out in a little bag. All day, I was allowed to watch movies and eat Easter candy. We left the next morning and headed back to Virginia. I never forgot all the fun (and disaster) that I experienced that Easter. Pop always kept his pool ready for my next visit and my animal friends anticipated my return. He passed away when I was ten years old. When I went to the funeral that spring, I traced the trail where I had slid and fallen. I picked up a small pebble and put it in my pocket as a token. To this day, I see vivid images of his home, which we refer to as Pop’s Place.

Go Alaeha. Now that's the combo of a "Master P" and a "masterpiece"... (get it? rap-Master P and classic poetry-masterpiece)... oh I am sooo punny!....I meant funny. Who can beat Alaeha?

This is very saddening. It is well-written and I love the rhyme and repetition of "I love you" from 4th to 5th paragraphs...it's well wrapped. It even has cadance and rythm. Go Alaeha!

Again, simple and brilliant! You are quite a composer. (Might wanna check the spelling of forgotten)

Welcome back! You were VERY missed!!!!!!

Welcome back! You were very missed! Great adjectives and imagery, Icarus. I really like this. I don't know what it is exactly, but great topic and material. I think this is a little difficult to interpert, would you kindly point out the meaning you had behind it?

I like the scond version better. Try adding some personal recognition of your (or your particular narrorator's) amotional reaction to the beasts coming.

Zariah pushes the boy off of her forcefully. She appears to be frustrated and very offended, yet inside she is feeling something different. Scoffing him off, she addresses Elwen in concern over Fountain. " I am Zariah, Lady of the Crows. I am new here too. I have found much useful information about the pen from my friend here, Crow.-" Crow cuts in - "Caw, kaw kaw cah kah caw." Zariah addresses Crow , "Yes, I am getting around to that. It IS important, I know." She then bows to Elwen, and Fountain, saying, " There has been a mystery brewing that must be solved. A murderer has been killing the crows and is lurking here at the pen!We must find this being and destroy it before all the crows are murdered! Will you all help us?" Zariah turns to Crow and says, 'We can begin our journey where should we go first?"

I like the free form. I like the fact that you used i as lower case. It's a very stream on consciousness... are you 11? Geez, I would never think....this is really good.

WOW! I really like the flow of this. It's simple. A clean message. Rhymes! And it's cute. Not that the topic is, but the flow!