Napoleon {Animal Farm}

The minds of thee are so easy to bend

List’ning to absurd orders without say

Such creatures can’t tell if I’m foe or friend

When I shall fall, I’ll never see the day

For with an iron fist I’ll always rule  

As a boar with a plan so they shan’t see

That none are really much more than a fool

Even though they’re all the servants of me

The windmill distracted them like the plan

So I could saunter in and turn the tide

Now they’re my hooves, especially the man

Frozen in fear when rebellions died

For I’d rather work with humans, it’s true

Than suffer in hell with the lot of you

Outro

I fade into the outro

Blocked by the sound of people

Making their way to each other

Busy movements mask my disappearance

As I wander to look for purpose

The people never notice

Everyone is too busy looking through life

To pay attention to a minor figure in the shadows

But in the crowds I lose what I knew

And I quickly join the crowds

Without questioning whether this shall stick 

But I fade completely

Looking for a faux purpose

When I had known what I was to be

Melted Silver

I have sat here

For what will have seemed

To be but one thousand years

Trying to phrase how I feel

But my tongue of silver

Melts to be recast later

When I try to utter a word

I think it's the way your hair falls

And the bony structure of your hands

So thin yet sturdy

As much as the intelligence gleaming

Behind the reflection in your eyes

And the witty sense of humour

Rolling like the waves from your mouth

But you turn my head to melted silver

Where I keep the words to describe you best

You melt my heart to a state of security

Where to you I will rest the worries of my head

And you recast my very being

Making me far greater than before

For it is in fact you

That I have fallen for

The Tale of the Sunflower

I sat there once upon a morning

Observing the world as it truly was

When the little whisper of a flower

Caused me to turn in awe

Where it was rooted longingly

Wishing for others to notice

That it was there

And it was alive but alas

They all stayed in their busy lives

And the flower cried at last

"Tis true I may be odd

And taller than the rest

But please give me a chance to shine

And I'll give it my best

For the lonely heart rooted within

Can only shrivel now

For rooted in me is a saddened heart

And to lighten it, I don't know how"

But no one except for I turned

Or even heard her song

And she bowed her head in defeat

And cried through the night long

Until the very morning next

The golden rays awoken

And the Sun lifted her face

In which these were spoken

"Darling girl please don't cry

They simply cannot see

That what lays within your very soul

Is extraordinary beauty

Let me here dry your tears

And stay forevermore

For I will listen to thee

And love you from shore to shore" 

I watched this very exchange

Which made her heart soar

And she now spends her time looking at him

With love older than folklore

More Poetry

How does one adequately

Measure the amount of worth someone

Has to them?

Does that task require every

Drop of water in existence throughout

Galaxies upon galaxies til far out space

And sand covering the seafloor to the

Smallest sandbox in a child's backyard?

Would one need to count every

Animal of every specie, discovered and unknown

Each and every strand of hair

Is everything in existence needed to be counted

To have an idea of what one's worth to another?

The task is daunting and long

 But to have an idea it must be done

Though it's far greater than that and the

Sum of their parts

To know how much you mean

To me

It's far greater than the strength of any storm

Or any problem thrown our way

For darling, I love you

Through all our days

And this may be too much to ask but

Do you  love me the same?

Insect in a Jar

 To be entirely honest to all

As mine his heart shall never be won

For free spirits cannot be captured by

A container so plain as I

Each time I gain an insect of a sort

Captured within my simple jar

Adding beauty and wonder to my thoughts

But against the sides they all fought

It seems to me that my life shan't resolve

In love of ye olden tales or it at all

My life is to be spent as a wandering soul

For of this jar I have no control

The bugs fly in to simply want out

If that's what romance is all about

I shall cast it up into the wind

Where the dice and cards will truly spin

Until my fate tumbles to the ground

Shattering my jar without a sound

For insects aren't meant to be trapped in glass

Because superficial looks won't always last

Insects are meant to fly free

And if it's true they'll return to thee

I cannot keep his heart in a jar

If I do he'll love another from afar

Sleep shall come and I'll wistfully dream

That he had eyes entirely for me

Oh Look A Poem {Cute}

To be called cute

Is to simplify everything I ever want to be

Down to basic attributes and personality quirks

Never have I wanted to be cute

All goals have been to burn down the world with my words

And memorize it with my smile

I dream to be able to remove problems of old

And start a society anew

Folding me down into cute

Cancels out all I ever wish

Never have I

Or will I

Pass to be labelled as cute.

Because I'm not

Nor will I ever be

I want to be beautiful

Beautiful people change lives for the better

And that's what I aspire to do

To change the norm

Inspire all around

And do what no one else is brave enough to do

But that seems to far fetched

I'm just a young girl from a small town

So call me cute if you will

It's better to be simplified

Than not at all

In this ever impressive world.

David {My Stories Have Lame Names}

     Truth be told, he was addictive. There was something about him always made me come back just for another word, another glance, another something. And I loved it. He was a little reckless, not always watching to see if he knocked over something in a person, but he was a major sweetheart and that was problematic in the long run. Crafting something beautiful but knocking it over and breaking parts of it wasn't the most stable way to do things, but that's beside the point. David was dear and that's all that mattered to me.

     "Hey Jonathan..." He would always start, no matter the conversation, whether it be about the weird sunburn on his back or how 'hella' the stars looked when Jadyn was manipulating space prints on her computer. "Hey Jonathan, I found this comic we wrote when we were kids. Take a look. My ironicness in it is killing me," he smirked and threw the flimsy graphic novel at my forehead, causing me to react with the weirdest face that I could conjure. "Fine. But it better not be another one of those ones where you would just take your bro's search history and print it up for me to read and get in trouble for."

     I glanced at the book in my hands. 'Rockin' Superheroes in Pajamas'. Great. The memory of writing this began playing through my head, but I still opened it and began reading. Upon reaching the last page, I began to laugh. "David, this wasn't originally here," I managed to get out between fits of laughter. He turned bright red for a second, before regaining composure and smirking. "I just thought that this kid book needed something to liven it up. And I did. It's great." "David the last page is literally just us making out in brightly covered pajamas while that troll dude stands behind us throwing up." "Great, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Come here, you nerd," I said to him whilst pulling him closer to me. "Come here." "God, I'm already here." "Shut up." And I kissed David, he turning it into the best thing I've ever done in the middle of his family room. But neither of us noticed as the meteors began falling outside our window, coming closer and closer to the house we were in.

You're Getting What I Promised {Charlotte}

     To think the stars were blossoming into something greater for the both of us was wrong. I knew deep down that the affection I felt towards her would be never returned, but yet I still chose to ignore it. Doing so was easier on nights like this, where we would just sit on the porch, iced tea in hand, and talk about nothing and everything. "Charlotte," I started, smiling slightly from a name as beautiful as such that only traced the beauty of the girl herself. "Charlotte, what do you reckon is hidden out there? Behind the clouds, beneath the sea, out in space?" She just about laughed, for I asked this question every night to her, and her answer was always the same. "I don't know, Alyssa. What do you think?" I turned to her, taking in her in all, wisdom and intelligence along with her round green eyes hidden beneath brown curls and freckles. "Oh Char, just beauty. Extraordinary beauty."

     She pulled me up, somehow strong being the short and round girl she was, and looked up at me. "Come dance," and she dragged me along, to the small bridge over the river. "Char, there's something different about you, what are you doing?" I was completely aware that this wasn't the behaviour of her usual self- Charlotte was a shy girl who was completely infatuated with the farm boy down the road. But I still didn't try hard enough to figure out what was happening. All I ever wanted was in front of me, and I wasn't the type to try to fight it away. "Oh dear Alyssa, just dance. It's all fine. Dance with me." And I obeyed. We swayed underneath the stars, I managing to tune out all noises about, including the slight susurrus that grew into something larger. Like a giant fly or mosquito coming for the blood of two girls in the night. But I still didn't care even though it should've told me something was up. Suddenly, the noise stopped and the land was filled with an eerie silence. And Charlotte, oh dear Charlotte, was being dragged away by two alien things in handcuffs. "Oh Lady Rancardin, you're under arrest for the murder of the High Priestess, and for resisting arrest." And that was the last thing I saw before they knocked me out.

Introduction????

Hello so like 
I'm Liz
Welcome to my blog page
This is just gonna be like 
A bunch of short stories by me or whatever
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