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Monday, October 13, 2014

Reflections


This picture was an accident, at first glance I was going to delete it.  I meant to have my friend in focus not the wallpaper on the mirror.  But as I looked at it more, cropped it and made it black and white, it became a work of art.  So be careful when you want to delete a picture because there might be something great hidden inside of it.




I love finding reflections in unique, beautiful places.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Last Breath

 I wrote this poem for my biology class because we are doing an insect project.  We have to kill the insects by suffocating them in a container with nail polish remover in it so we can display them.  It was so sad to watch the poor things twitch and die in a crippling pose!  I couldn't bring myself to do it anymore so I wrote a poem from the insect's perspective, specifically a moth.  It's just personally how I have to get my point across sometimes..so here it is.


Last Breath

Her life is simple,
Drawn to the light she goes off to a place she doesn't remember,
Disoriented and confused,
She goes to a lit corner safe from the others,
Only to be woken trapped in a glass chamber,
Suddenly white balls are dropped down from someone,
She goes to investigate but they are poison,
She climbs to the top of the container,
And finds the last pocket of air and comfort,
Her legs become weak and head so heavy,
She falls hard on her back surrounded by poison,
Looking up she hoped to see blue skies and green grass,
Not a glass dungeon and fogged vision,
Chest burning and legs twitching,
She fades away into a dark slumber...


Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Sunset

The Sunset

I sit on the cooling sand
I gaze at the sun set
The sun is dozing off
Slipping off the sky
Sinking in the water
Dark oranges
Fiery reds
Soft pinks
Calm purples
The sunset looks like a ship
Fading away in the distance
Before I knew it
I could only see the gold fingertip of the sail
Then it's gone
But the ship goes on a journey
To find the sun it had lost
And when it comes back
I will see the glowing tip of the sail again.

-Madison Bateman