What has been happening in 1986? A new city in Kiev that it's future was to fix New burgs, academic schools and amusement parks Immediately was shot by a bullet of ashes of the dark. Restaurants and cafes with food's good smells and savours Had all been poisoned with green and brown flavours. The young urban name was Pripyat. Pripyat, the teenage city from 1970. Who was so young and was so peacefully decent, Who was imprecisely and awfully killed By the fourth Reaper of radiation thrill. The poor peace from the white sun Hasn't shone once, or more, like it's hung. In lieu are vague grass green and grey clouds. And the dangerous, everlasting beam of death From the four urban Reapers by breath. Isn't there a better idea? For poor Pripyat to be alive there? We must attack the four Reapers! For our home's sake and their keepers! For Pripyat. HAZEL DARKLEGS (17) (HAZEL KARABACAKLAR)
The night is black, The stars are bright, The sea is dark and deep. Someone, I know, is safe and Snug, they are meandering off to sleep. Round and round, a little boat. No bigger than you hand. Out on the ocean. Afar from land. Take the little canvas down. Cast the little light. This is the way to the garden in the night.
Vannamelon, melon queen. So sweet and so cute. She’s not so mean, She’s not a brute. Vannalemon, lemon queen. So sour and so mean. She abhors watermelons, Even fruit flies love lemons. Two fruity girls, in action, Splashed paints of yellow and green. Will it be Melon? Will it be Lemon? I don’t know, but it’ll be keen. The Red One, called Rosie. So red and so artless. “So lovely and so tragic”, she said, At two devils, who are heartless.
Four teams, each with a different essence With a loud crowd that roars to the sky. Each team has one correspondence, To each other with ireful looks nearby. As the time for the dispatch to be called, Four teams assemble in one long row Vertically; to each other, who will prevail And will jump up to victory without fail. Flags and gonfalons all together waved For honour, harmony and honesty spread. Confetti spread with four new colours, Merrily, in the sky and clouds, they've fled. The first two are the dragon and the lion; Vying, against, with the dino and the shark. In one, immense, colourful war they fight Shan't give one's heart up to a black mark. The screams and echos simultaneously died, As the time for the final dispatch to be heard. The sweat, the breathing; from arm and shin The finals count on you: who will win?
His laughable and great dogs, Sammy and Reggie, were So memorable for this very momentous year. His two doggies with their unforgettable laughs and Snuffles every year, with their happy tails wagging. They love fun and games with him, around The green-fresh world. Fetching sticks, Stroking and titillating their tummies With amusement. This was the very momentous year for his two doggies. No snuffling with no yaps and laughs. Deeply remorseful of every pet too… Lying so still. Tears coming out to mourn. This sentimentality for the man’s pets. I’m so sorry… RoxasXIIIkeys, We will never omit and will reminisce your love.
... in a nutshell ... by FlowerOfTheForest, literature
Literature
... in a nutshell ...
I still don't know
why you've disappeared from my life
from one day to the other
–
but what I do know
is that if the reason was something I did or said,
then it was the biggest mistake of my life!
- FlowerOfTheForest -