It Follows

I sternly order it away.

“You are not welcome here.

No longer. You must leave.”

It seems to disappear,

but that is only to deceive.

Then it howls, loud and clear

and settled in to stay.

I pace from room to room,

to catch the moment just before

it finds my hiding-place

and squeezes through the door.

It settles in every space

every closet, every drawer

like dust settles in a tomb.

I walk away, it follows.

I try to burn it out of sight.

Neither the softest colored glows,

nor the harshest blinding white

can murder all the shadows;

so everywhere, in every light,

it finds the dark, and grows.

Heroes

Why do heroes leave their homes,

put down their pens, pick up their swords

and go to where the evil roams?

Do they chase justice or rewards?

When we seek the darkest places

and peer into the murkiest of pools,

are we really looking for beasts and ghouls,
or just our own reflected faces?

Judge by Looks

Photograph is "Agaricus Rose Campestris" by alexiuss.

            The finest sorcerers spent years breeding this.

            Old men and women bent creaky backs over workbenches covered in tiny seeds. Middle aged witches and warlocks carefully placed hundreds of blooms into the cages of terrified mice. Freshly cloaked journeymen donned garden gloves and breathing-masks to collect the blooms. Eager apprentices dutifully watered the seedlings, pruned the potted bushes, and stoked the fires that kept the greenhouse warm in the cold seasons.  

            Thorns became smaller and duller-edged. Leaves developed a natural green. Petals became redder in hue, softer in texture.

            The plants became more convincing.

            Slowly, year after painstaking year, worthless plant after worthless plant, this emerged.

            A thing that looks exactly like rose, a beauty to die for.

Alot Tongue Twister

Picture drawn by Allie Brosh. Check out her awesome original blog at: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca/2010/04/alot-is-better-than-you-at-everything.html

Alotta the Alot likes eating a lot of latkas.

Hume the Human has horrible hearing and hasn't heard her howling hungrily.

"FEED ME, FOUL FEEBLEMINDED FOOL!" A fuming and frustrated Alot would altercate if an Alot could altercate. Alas, an Alot cannot!

Alotta lows louder and louder, meows more and more 'til the mad melody moves the man's ears.

Hume hears!

Alotta the Alot will eat a lot of latkas at last!