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A.J. Marie
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Well, I wrote these, and I want to know what other people think of them. One got published in Canada, but what do these say to you. I wasn't going for any particular theme here (other than the obvious one, protect the Earth!) and you could just read one or two or all if you like. Comment on anything you read. Thanks! (Also: These poems were part of a Four Part "Saga", if you'd like, I really don't know what else to call it, and Anthologies are normally longer.
The short story was for a school project, but I quickly grew to love it more than I expected. Please read if you have a few minutes to kill. I'ts called The Cyclopes's Earrings.
Poem One: Running Against Time
It is going quick.
Time is running out.
The clock and its monotonous tick.
Books are melting.
Their words disappearing.
Information isn’t helping.
The lamps are dark.
Lights are completely black.
It’s disintegrating, humanity’s mark.
Tapes are being destroyed.
The light has killed them.
Nature has been re-employed.
The remaining ones will leave.
They have fled the Earth.
The shuttle the last thing they will see.
But I was left here.
I’m on my own.
Loneliness I no longer fear.
They called me crazy.
I told you so.
My memories of the past are hazy.
Toys and games are gone.
They couldn’t take them.
This toy plays a child’s song.
The song is about toys.
“Toyland, Toyland,
For magical girls and boys.”
They’ll never have a magical place.
Not like the Earth once was.
The clean fresh air they won’t taste.
What could we have done?
To make the Earth less like this?
The battle against nature we have won.
What did we gain?
This hard-fought war.
Just earned us shame.
It was God’s green Earth.
Where there was a flood.
And Jesus’ birth.
It’s hard to picture that manger now.
It’s covered in trash.
How could we do this? How?
It’s not green anymore.
God loves us still.
This planet is quite a bore.
Only roaches now can dine.
I knew this would happen.
I knew it was a matter of time.
Poem Two: Running From Them
They follow me.
Everywhere I go, they’re behind me.
I know what they want.
They want my secrets.
They want to kill us.
All of us. Mostly me.
I told them the Earth was going to be bad.
Did they listen? Of course not.
Nobody ever listened to me.
They thought I was crazy.
They thought I was a crazy environmentalist.
Yet they told each other that the environmentalists would clean it up.
So they left me there.
But I forgive them. Even if they try to kill me.
They want to know where my friends are.
Like I’m a gang and they’re the police.
They want my secrets.
I know that’s what they want.
They’ll never get them.
Not if I keep running.
Poem Three: Running For My Life
As I ran for my life
I had only one thought
What did I do to deserve this?
This battle I had fought
I stopped to take a break
At a clearing with a pond
A mysterious lady stood there
It was the water she stood on.
She glowed like a star
Or a planet in the sky
She was graceful and she read my mind.
She knew I was going to die.
She stood for what was an eternity
She stared with eyes of fire
I collapsed to the ground, in fear of her
And the fact that I was tired
She stepped onto land
Then she suddenly froze
Her white dress vanished and rearranged
To what, I didn’t know
The colors blended into a mess
Of white armor and black shields
A gun replaced the silver belt
And the changing, it had yield
Suddenly a helmet
Above the woman’s clothes
Formed into a cube
And slowly it arose
When it was placed on her head
Webbing began to form
Of white and black stained glass
And a warrior was born
She raised her hand
As if to greet a stranger at her side
But a gun replaced her hand
And I had nowhere to hide
She aimed the gun at me
The sky behind her was dark blue
And it darkened as she spoke the words:
“I’d move if I were you.”
I was lying on the ground
I rolled off to the side
And judging by the way she stiffened
I thought I should abide.
There was a loud booming sound
And a laser went by fast
I noticed it was flaming hot
As it happened to fly past
The sound had stopped
Time seemed to go with it
I turned to look, a man was there,
My worries I forget
He was who I was running from
He was a soldier too,
He had no name, just codes
Something like FIGHTER 132.
His face was white
He fell to the ground
He never moved again
Never made another sound
The woman walked over to him
She grabbed him by his shirt
She flung him to the sky
He probably flew to Earth
The woman’s dress reappeared
She skipped to the water fast
Then she just turned to stone
After that, time slowly passed
It left us floating in its wake
And she slowly reappeared
The layer of rock crumbled
It was like looking into a mirror
In her face I saw my own
I thanked her for her deed
She smiled and just replied
“It’s not me
The short story was for a school project, but I quickly grew to love it more than I expected. Please read if you have a few minutes to kill. I'ts called The Cyclopes's Earrings.
Poem One: Running Against Time
It is going quick.
Time is running out.
The clock and its monotonous tick.
Books are melting.
Their words disappearing.
Information isn’t helping.
The lamps are dark.
Lights are completely black.
It’s disintegrating, humanity’s mark.
Tapes are being destroyed.
The light has killed them.
Nature has been re-employed.
The remaining ones will leave.
They have fled the Earth.
The shuttle the last thing they will see.
But I was left here.
I’m on my own.
Loneliness I no longer fear.
They called me crazy.
I told you so.
My memories of the past are hazy.
Toys and games are gone.
They couldn’t take them.
This toy plays a child’s song.
The song is about toys.
“Toyland, Toyland,
For magical girls and boys.”
They’ll never have a magical place.
Not like the Earth once was.
The clean fresh air they won’t taste.
What could we have done?
To make the Earth less like this?
The battle against nature we have won.
What did we gain?
This hard-fought war.
Just earned us shame.
It was God’s green Earth.
Where there was a flood.
And Jesus’ birth.
It’s hard to picture that manger now.
It’s covered in trash.
How could we do this? How?
It’s not green anymore.
God loves us still.
This planet is quite a bore.
Only roaches now can dine.
I knew this would happen.
I knew it was a matter of time.
Poem Two: Running From Them
They follow me.
Everywhere I go, they’re behind me.
I know what they want.
They want my secrets.
They want to kill us.
All of us. Mostly me.
I told them the Earth was going to be bad.
Did they listen? Of course not.
Nobody ever listened to me.
They thought I was crazy.
They thought I was a crazy environmentalist.
Yet they told each other that the environmentalists would clean it up.
So they left me there.
But I forgive them. Even if they try to kill me.
They want to know where my friends are.
Like I’m a gang and they’re the police.
They want my secrets.
I know that’s what they want.
They’ll never get them.
Not if I keep running.
Poem Three: Running For My Life
As I ran for my life
I had only one thought
What did I do to deserve this?
This battle I had fought
I stopped to take a break
At a clearing with a pond
A mysterious lady stood there
It was the water she stood on.
She glowed like a star
Or a planet in the sky
She was graceful and she read my mind.
She knew I was going to die.
She stood for what was an eternity
She stared with eyes of fire
I collapsed to the ground, in fear of her
And the fact that I was tired
She stepped onto land
Then she suddenly froze
Her white dress vanished and rearranged
To what, I didn’t know
The colors blended into a mess
Of white armor and black shields
A gun replaced the silver belt
And the changing, it had yield
Suddenly a helmet
Above the woman’s clothes
Formed into a cube
And slowly it arose
When it was placed on her head
Webbing began to form
Of white and black stained glass
And a warrior was born
She raised her hand
As if to greet a stranger at her side
But a gun replaced her hand
And I had nowhere to hide
She aimed the gun at me
The sky behind her was dark blue
And it darkened as she spoke the words:
“I’d move if I were you.”
I was lying on the ground
I rolled off to the side
And judging by the way she stiffened
I thought I should abide.
There was a loud booming sound
And a laser went by fast
I noticed it was flaming hot
As it happened to fly past
The sound had stopped
Time seemed to go with it
I turned to look, a man was there,
My worries I forget
He was who I was running from
He was a soldier too,
He had no name, just codes
Something like FIGHTER 132.
His face was white
He fell to the ground
He never moved again
Never made another sound
The woman walked over to him
She grabbed him by his shirt
She flung him to the sky
He probably flew to Earth
The woman’s dress reappeared
She skipped to the water fast
Then she just turned to stone
After that, time slowly passed
It left us floating in its wake
And she slowly reappeared
The layer of rock crumbled
It was like looking into a mirror
In her face I saw my own
I thanked her for her deed
She smiled and just replied
“It’s not me