Reprehensible - Rant
Spoilers for Ruby Sparks
Reprehensible.
The abuse of the power is the most evil, condemnable action a human can take. It is an transgression of no equal, it can be the smallest affront – telling child that Santa Claus is imaginary – to the greatest of villainy – To play with lives, be it a politician or Yahweh.
Show me rain
Show me rain.
The woman walked across the street, violin in its case, yellow cabs streaking by.
The incomprehensible myth
The incomprehensible myth.
The lone Spartan warrior rowed, his muscles rippling and contorting at his back, the sheer force he output propelling his tiny boat further and farther toward the shore. Fear gripped every breath that he allowed to escape his battered body, sweat dripped gently into the boat, a relaxant leaving his system under the beating sun.
Miniaturised
Miniaturised.
“There is a bottle, out there in the wild sea that has spawned tales and legends for decades. A bottle so significant and so impossible that it entertains the minds of all who hear about it, young or old, cynical or innocent.
Flashes
Flashes.
Bored. I was bored. Not just bored though, stupendously; unequivocally bored.
Feathers
Feathers.
When white feathers, plucked from their maidens fell, when the ruby liquid of my sisters flooded the ground, when squawks and the innocent man called for our death, I knew my war had been lost.
Knock Knock
Knock knock.
In. Out. In. Out. I breathed, the hot moisture sticking to the fabric that covered my mouth. My goggles were down, my fire selector pointing viciously at the single bullet icon. I tapped my helmet once more for reassurance, the commander screamed in my ear ‘Blue team, go.’
The tiny traveller
The tiny traveller looked up at the guard with a furrowed expression, which was greeted by an unwelcoming expression. The humourless guard sent a grunt toward the tiny adventurer, threatening to blow his miniscule form away with nothing more than a huff and a puff.
If, an essay
If – Rudyard Kipling. An essay. – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if
In school, we read a lot of poetry. In years 7 to 11, we read war poetry, poetry about relationships and poetry about power
