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kate b Mar 2013
1.

A man hacked through the dense, thorny vines

            He was frightened

                      As he stumbled upon

                               the golden ruin


2.


A little girl joyously scanned the bush if blackberries

                                        As she reached eagerly for one,

         she caught a bramble on her little finger

The girl burst into tears


3.

Why must a thorn be bad?

    It's the last struggle before victory.

      
4.

The righteous men wore laurel leaf crowns at the party in merriment

The sinner in the corner wore a crown of thorns


5.

A rose bush is bittersweet

                                               The glorious roses

             And the cruel brambles


6.

The wall was not made of stone.

                                A separated family could hear each other lament from either side


7.

The two roads went to the same place

                    One was paved and wide

The other was narrow and overtaken by the dense bush


8.

A weary family walked through a bed of thorns

             A new family walked to their freedom.


9.**

One does not go through life,

              without

a thorn
kate b Mar 2013
Hello?

Are you there?



I'm lost

with little to spare



I've been floating

in a distant place



I've been damaged

from storms I've faced



Can you here me?

I've been calling and crying



I guess not

since I'm still dying
Part III. of "A Ferryman's Tale" collection
kate b Mar 2013
ONE** pointed starfish

clinging for life

waiting for high tide



TWO small children

string along side

the gentles waves



THREE ocean ferries

hopeless tourist traps

whale watching- no avail



FOUR sneaky seagulls

begging for food

stealing your lunch



FIVE murky footprints

imprinted in the sand.

Attached to them? Memories.
Part 11/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
a beacon of light

cutting through Night's shourd

a ghost's eerie glow

picking souls out of the crowd



that beam of gold

finding lost ships in the blue

that paranormal ray

coming to find you
Part IV. of "A Ferryman's Tale" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Slowly you fade away

    into the clouds

    into the haze



The lights are gone,

    but I still feel warm

The scenes are gone,

    but I still feel like I'm there

The people are gone,

    but they left a permanent mark
Part 12/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
a spirits' ship

    cutting through the stormy mist



a cold wind blows

    up upon her



crossing souls

    off the Dutchman's list



just another human

     to become a goner
Part I. of "A Ferryman's Tale" collection
kate b Mar 2013
The expectation of society is a choke hold on mankind

To think, to imagine that beauty is only skin deep

Beauty, its confusing, wrong guiding ways keep

For is beauty a natural sign or bought?

With makeup?

With clothing?

Is that how beauty is sought?

It's a pure tragedy

That people don't see what they need

To think beauty is like an assignment

That people grade you with their judgement

Why can't beauty be nothing more

Than to have good character in store?

You can't choose your color of skin

Being bigger isn't a sin

Of all people who want beauty

Be who you want to be

And my hopes for the future

It will show for every creature
kate b Mar 2013
Oil tanker
laden with grime
bobbing in the waves

Blamed for polluting
obscenely obtuse
no one cares to save

Don't hate yourself
for I see a shimmer
of something once beautiful

A "fixer-upper"
yes, you are
but who ever said in vain?

for isn't the story of Seattle
to re-make something old,
giving it life again?
Part 8/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Driving through the

dark and dreary

night



Fleeing about the

looming clouds in

flight



Glancing down on

the flickering lights

below



Not about to

question all the

hopes

   dreams

       harships

of the bearers

the light does

lift



Such a lonely

exsistence a highway

lives
Part 1/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
I was invisible

A brief flicker

A silvery wisp

A tingling light

A distant dream

      Fading

             Running

                    Sinking into darkness

      Gone

            in a flash

  Chasing you

yet never noticed

*Because I was invisible
kate b Mar 2013
Like a lone wolf

I wander



Like an ancient thinker

I ponder





Great city lights,

lead me



In my pelerious flight

intercede for me



Like there's no time in the world

I leisure



Like a mourning window

I need closer





Great city lights,

I be stumped



Maybe that's why

I lost and jumped
Part 4/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
The first light

Gleaming with shinning power



Unlike the dawn

In the midst of witching hour



There's more!

Lighting up like a fiery display



A tasteful

masterpiece they portray



Such a momentous thing,

How can it suffice?



Truely

this much be paradise
Part 2/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Shout!

    

              Yell!



                        CRASH!



Fish!

            

           Flowers!



                       Final Hour!



STOP!



           Pay!



                     Ca-CHING!



Pike



        Place



                    Market



                                 Is

  

                                      Everything!
Part 6/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
don't you just hate when during a dream
you find something that was missing

and then you wake up under sunlit beams
and feel silly for such reminiscing
kate b Mar 2013
Small squares dot the hildside

Tiny ants scurry about

Moving rectangles cruise on along

A few building blocks stand tall



This is the view

timeless,

peaceful,

ever stirring.
Part 7/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Rainbows, radiant beams lighting up my day

Streams of color chasing sadness away

Raindrops, frigid tears ruining the moment

Making things dreary and full of lament

It takes just a second- from joy to strife

This is the story of my life
kate b Mar 2013
Constant beeping

Stifles many's sleeping



Get up! Time to go!

Don't be late for work!

Even arriving a minute tardy,

Makes the boss berserk.



Suit, check

Briefcase, yes

Clamor on to the bus

Cup of Joe, got it

Manila folder, find it!

Gee, the boss'll make a fuss



When you think you're in the clear,

Uh oh... rush hour is here!

Stuck behind a geezer, ******!

Acceleration pedal, jam it!



8:01...

Oh hell, you're done.
Part 5/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Racing through grey waves

Vagabond of the sea

Wind as your leader
Part 9/13 in "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
the lonely Siren's wail

cutting through the waters veil

a haunting, alluring song

no man safe for long



a desire to follow

a desire to join with the deep

such a great longing

too much of one to keep



d

  i

   v

     i

      n

        g



              i

                n

           euphoria



claws

   blood

      lashing

            world

                 fading

                     *GONE.
Part II. of "A Ferryman's Tale" collection
kate b Mar 2013
A valley of lights

twinkling orange and white

brighten the night

with their silent song



Skyscrapers loom high

almost to puncture the sky

and a stranger might

cry for all it's beauty



But only one star

can shine through from afar

and leaves only one scar

in the brown night's purity



When you come into view

my heart beats anew

with all the love I have for you

my favorite city
Part 13/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
it was a great grim

an open space



spells had produced an endless blister

to reach the place



and then the sun got low

"not long now" said he



now vanishing, the light

she wondered whether she could really



bitterly tired

they allowed themselves one more rest longer



then began the overpowering dream

and suddenly, they *were
Loosely based off C.S. Lewis's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Done for a language arts class assigment.
kate b Mar 2013
Seattle is like a harp,

    many strings

         many lengths

              many sounds



Each unique to themselves

      but when played together

           create perfect harmony
Part 10/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
High above

         Over looming skylines

Feeling like a titan

         In real time

For once

         Conquering over streets below

Watching everything

         Come and then go

On once hand

         Your view is limitless

On the other

        You're rendered powerless

Seeing how much

        Activity is around

The many, many

        Sights, smells, textures, sounds

The only thing

        Reigning above you

Airplanes on strait paths

        To make their due

An urban titan

        So limitless

Distant from the city

       So powerless
Part 3/13 of "The Seattle Chronicles" collection
kate b Mar 2013
Oppression

Witholds definition



Keep us

Down under the radar



Making a fuss

To keep us where we are



No advance

In our ideas and thoughts



Not a chance

Of a war being fought



But what the hell?

Why not take them on?



Can't they tell?

The idea has dawned?



UPRISING.



UPRISING.



UPRISING.



It's coming soon.
Please do not ask me if this is based off the Hunger Games. Please.
kate b Mar 2013
Clouds breaking

Nature awaking

Centuries past

It stopped at last



Sweet winds blowing

No longer snowing

Plants budding

Creeks flooding



Creatures forgetting

That

     cold

            rush



Getting the hang of

   That

         spring

             touch



Winter's end

         Nature's jubilee
That's right folks, spring is here.

— The End —