Centuries of a Looking Glass {Submission for a Contest}

{Woah Shaeya- LOVE your poetry <3! Everbody, this is a submission for a contest called "Silent Characters" Might not be finished when I post it right now, so it's a work in progress- but tell me what you think!}

Centuries of a Looking Glass----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No one could see the flames engulfing the old cottage beside the creek- it was doubtful anyone could see the smoke either, through the dense forest. The little river bubbled by as it always had, happy and naive like a small child. The only signs of fire the water possessed were the burned bits of wood that fell in and the fiery reflection of the flames licking at the roof and the insides of the poor little shack.
Its inhabitants were long gone, and for many years the cottage's only companions were the fleeting animals such as deer and rabits, and the constant little creek. Any food left by the previous caretakers had either gone rotten, sprouted some unattractive mold, or been eaten by small nighttime visitors. Likewise, the blankets and curtains and clothes had been chewed to rags by moths. Looters had come and gone, stealing away with any jewelry, heirlooms, books, and valuable furniture, leaving the cottage ransacked and forlorn.
There was only one item of value left in the rundown old house, though no one would think it so. A small hand mirror stood guard atop a wooden nightstand during the years she had been abandoned. The thieves, in their haste, has knocked her from the dresser, her place of honor in the shack. Upon falling to the nightstand, the pristine glass of the lovely mirror had received a most unbecoming crack in the center of its once gleaming surface. Creatures looking for anything edible had nibbled on her intricate silver frame, only to discover that accessories such as herself were an acquired taste.

{MORE TO COME, WILL UPDATE ASAP}

crazy haiku and a poem or two

hee hee i ryme!! ok, i wrote this haiku the other day in my lit class and it kinda stuck... tell me what you think.
Birds jump into flight
A million dreams in motion
Take my breath away

i know, very short, but they're SPOSED to be. A haiku has 5 sylables, then 7, then 5 again if you're wondering!!
ok, these next ones are poems i've written sometime in the near yesterdayness.

Imagination
The night is silent once more
What woke me I do not know,
But a shadow falls under the door,
Like the eerie form of a ghost

And the silence now broken haunts me

My dreams turn to terror once more
As I ponder and wonder
Oh who is the owner
Of shadow that slips to my door

Is it phantom or madman or brigand that comes
In torture of night, his fear my delight
Does he laugh as I tremble and smile as i cry
The door slowly opens, my death has arrived

The night is silent once more
What woke me I do not know,
But a shadow falls under the door
Like the eerie form of a ghost

To Life
You promised me you'd leave-why are you still here?
Every night you haunt my dreams
A phantom clinging to the edges
Life's never what it seems
Fastforward, rewind, play, pause
Slowdance, spinning, never end
Soaring , flying, bleeding, dieing
All the rules begin to bend
And so it changes, ever after
You step in- it's spinning faster
Days fly by and nights drag on
I close my eyes, but you're never gone.
love.love.love

Intro Part 2

Hey everybody- Faryn Katz here :) Looks like I've finally made it to this site: yay! So, I'm just marking that I am part of this blog as well- with my lovely friend Sheaya. We're working on a few ideas and will come up with a definite plan soon . . . hopefully. Soo yeah. I'm on about a billion other writing sites, so you can find me with the names Faryn Katz, FaryRKatz, Renee Katz, Faryn Renee Katz, it's weird like that. Sometimes I just can't make up my mind, yannoe?

~Peace, Love, and Sunshine~
Faryn

Just me

hey, well welcome to my blog... this is where i just write and write and write about my life, and about how i wish my life was, and about everything! my dreams are too big for the sky....
love.love.love
Shaeya ClariceAnne Levine