Snagged

Here is a piece of semi-free verse that I published not long ago on my other blog, Redolent Petrichor. It's meant to tell a story and send a message. Inspired by the skeletons of my withered rose bushes out front, I felt compelled to parallel my thoughts of an Atheist's cry. (It's opinionated. I'm entitled to mine as much as you're entitled to yours.)

"Your thorns are made obvious in the crystal light of day.
Harsh winds unveil all as dawn shadows dissipate.
Where is your master? He lies cold and stiff
as the luminescent structures:
dead, abandoned, yet you plead tarry.

Why do you struggle? Give me your hand.
You have no nectar to tempt me to bleed.
No? Fine, then your fate is sealed.
All may be thawed, but you choose to shiver."

In the first line, the "thorns" are the arguments posed by an evolutionist. They make sense, but only with a great deal of luck and assumptions. There, I indicate their "thorns" can not snag me.
Their master is Satan, the most beautiful angel and sardonic prince of the dark Earth. He is crafty, but lies "stiff" and motionless in the face of Jesus' truth. The luminescent structures are icicles when the sunlight refracts just right.

To tarry is to stay, relating to the unrelenting stubbornness of an anti-Christ. The use of the word "yet" indicates their want to stay is a lost cause.
"Give me your hand" is meant to have a much softer, warmer tone than the rest of the poem. After the next line, the speaker shifts back to the regretful bitterness of seeing an injured dog, but being unable to help as the dog would rather bare its fangs than allow another to heal it.
In the line after the previous, I spoke of nectar. By that pine, I mean I am not about to be punctured when there's no reason to come near. Atheism and Naturalism have no apparent benefits. There's nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for. They are void of purpose. Thus, I have no reason to dabble in the first place. Theories of macro Evolution are excellent vehicles through which to question certain aspects of Christianity, but I find no reason to support them in their device.
I know people don't exactly choose to shiver, but shivering implies cold(or sickness, depending), and cold is the lack of heat, the lack of light, and the lack of God in parallel.

The Lonely Queen

I recently had a vision(not a spiritual one lol I just used my artist Wizard Eyes), and I clearly saw a queen  holding up a single rose, the only thing of color.  She examined it closely. All around her lay a royal garden, fairly overgrown and sable in atmosphere. She was lonely. The rose was her friend.

The sketch is a work in progress, but I plan on writing something between a mini-short story or a short free-verse describing the scenery and the conversation of her and the rose. Some reference pictures may be uploaded as well.

Hasta la Pasta!

Everlasting Friend

I don't remember exactly when I wrote Everlasting Friend, but I remember submitting it in the PTA reflections contest my freshman year, the last year Mrs. Burn taught before she left to teach drama at Cherokee. The theme was "Believe, Dream, Inspire" that year. I won second place, but I'm glad I didn't win because Tulani is a truly amazing writer(her sketches are great too!).

Everlasting Friend

Sometimes Fate works in mysterious ways.

A whisper in the wind rustling the fall time leaves, 

Or even a pleasant pattern of twinkling starlight may help lead the way.

Once and a while, Fate will ride on the wings of the least,

Starting as a mere spark of inspiration,

And chaining to become a blossoming flame, full of mystery and poetic perfection.

It is things such as those that keep me going,

For my journey's length can't be known.

Although foggy and peccable, I push forward, with hopes like a child.

Sensations echo when I stroke my brush or strike a chord, 

Feelings so powerful, the world can neither fathom nor hinder.

And though it may try to seem dark as night,

 my Everlasting Friend who walks in the light

Shall guide me with heart, show my spirit its true might.

My Everlasting Friend stays through struggle and through fight.

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This was written July 16, 2013.

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Dreams are made of beautiful things,

Like sunlight glist'ning off golden wings.

Some inspire, or open new doors,

'twas hidden, but found, seed planted long 'fore.

Travel 'cross time-space, touch an unknown race,

Soar through the air, find new meaning there.

Climb a high tower, be back in an hour,

Act as someone new, never catch a flu:

All take part in the Dreamworld of their hearts,

Inspired by perfection unobtainable by present reality...

But soon to come.

Why Must Thou Be?

This was a poem I wrote June 21 of 2013(some edits were made).
I believe I was still in Auschaffenburg then.


Why must thou be

One moment here, the next, less three.

So many gone, lost out at sea.

Found a loved One, died on a tree.

O' Death, why must thou be?

Artillery pounds, drop far as can see.

Some try to rebel, are caught while they flee.

When war is near, you're a decree.

O' Death, why must thou be?

In days long gone, said "Don't Tread on Me!"

But today is now, so hear my plea.

In the land of the blind, the cyclopse is free.

O' Death, we shall conquer thee.

But this I know, someday you'll be

Caught in Death's trap, you cannot flee.

Open doors to Heaven, or Hell will it be.

Seal your fate for all eternity.

If All is gone, who'll show mercy?

Ole'  Death won't, can't count on He.

Intro

Hey there ^^
For anyone stumbling upon my humble little blog, here's an introduction.

Hi! I'm Adeline Boswell, the undercover ninja and procrastinator extraordinaire. I currently reside in the United States of America, and go to the best high school in the country(on my standards haha). I love all things art, math, and science(yay, Math Team! Woo..), but Earth Science is the Devil x.x

I created my first blog 'Live Like A German' about two years ago as a travel log during my two-month stay in Europe in 2013. Even though my best friend was pretty much the only one to read it, I was inspired by the new style of journalling, and made my second blog, The Redolent Petrichor, mid-2014 as a sort of time-capsule to detail the ups and downs of my life. Now, I'm going to start a third; not as a journal of life, but a journal of steps. From today and henceforth, Cloud Kingdom Symphonis will be my archive of art and literature.