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  • ELEMENTAL SPELL

    by KYLA

    ONE:
    From the heavens to the waters, let this be known,
    That man will come together with the marine
    To create a sacred zodiac,
    The mermaid.

    TWO:
    Let Earth rise from the pit of dran
    And hence forth,
    A powerful being,
    The Titan.

    THREE:
    Take flight in the clouds
    And proudly swirl in the dense weather.
    Watch the skies and behold
    The Flying Wildabeast.

    FOUR:
    Flamia, give your extreme flame,
    Which cleanses the heart.
    Make all fear it’s exposer.
    The ruler of lava,
    The Dragon.

  • I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE

    by KYLA

    Abraham Lincoln gave speeches of Freedom, more complicated than a circumference. C=πr2 around the world. The Longitude and Prime Meridian. The latitude and the Equator. Hotter than China and dryer than concrete. Unlike a boat circuit of aquatic relaxation and reflection.

    Free time and Laziness to the Shimmering fountain in water. The sunset upon congress, Ben Franklin’s the star of it. The Bill of Rights and Constitution. A precedent used for Marbury vs. Madison. Wishing to swim in, the geographic circuit.

    It’s like a civil war and a fight for freedom. The puppy love for the star-spangled banner. My sweet land of liberty. Our Independence from Britain. Thomas Jefferson wrote the DOI, The Declaration of Independence.

    Our chance to the right of Justice, Law, and Liberty. It’s Independence Day America! have fun and be Free!

  • WATER’S SYMPHONY

    by KYLA

    Dripping, the water clashes against the coal black pavement of the neighborhood streets. Soothing me like Beethoven’s Fur Elise. Eerie, but relaxing, like a hot tub at Syberis Spa, a romantic escape from life’s pressures.

    Stress relieving like a back massage from a chiropractor. Soul soothing like a harp. Hypnotic like a violin. Extravagant like a cello. Prius like an organ. Rhythmic like a loved one’s heartbeat. Sweet like the bass drum in a dream.

    Heart-capturing like a smooth storm of radiant violet petals. Comforting like the exemplary tempo of a flute. Swishing like the swaying of a composer’s stick. Livening like the “hark” of an angel’s voice.

    Fluttering like the flowing chorus of gleaming butterflies. Falling from a piano’s highest key. Placating like a soft droplet of rain hitting a grassy plain. Plop, plank, shhhh.

  • PYRONORMAL VANISHTIVITY

    by KYLA

    Stan sat in the driver’s seat, clutching the rapidly deteriorating steering wheel, in front of the only two-story house on Hill Street. Stan loved to set houses on fire, the blazing glory of bright golden flames hitting the skyline. He was one of those pyromaniacs, who would look forward to the action of eliminating someone else’s valuables.

    In the leather seats of the minivan he sat. He grinned sinisterly to himself as a young brunette walked casually by. This flame-broiled pyromaniac was looking for a match, but in this case, her name was Isabelle. She also happened to be the young brunette who walked by a few minutes ago.

    She turned to unlock her black Dodge Neon when Stan stepped out of his minivan nervously. He walked up to the young brunette, glancing at her with his midnight neon eyes. She glanced up at him curiously with eyes as blue as the Atlantic Ocean. Isabelle had natural hot pink lips, light caramel skin, and a raging, yet calm, fire in her deep blue eyes.

    “It’s a little chilly out here, isn’t it?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle nodded as the frustration of not being able to unlock her car impaled her.

    “Do you need a ride?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle turned to him, shivering before she answered, “Sure”.

    He opened the vehicle door for her before he got in himself. They drove in an awkward silence that lasted amongst the watch’s time.

    “Where to?” Stan asked.

    “The in-town suite on the left,” she replied.

    He pulled into the gravel parking lot and parked. She still did not move, nor look at him.

    “Here we are,” Stan said.

    “This isn’t it. I was looking for the one in West Virginia,” she stated.

    So he pulled out and drove along the road once more. Isabelle tensed as the sound of police sirens caught the drift of the wind. Fog blinded the windshield as darkness sunk in on the chariot couple.

    From in front of them the sound of tornado sirens drowned out the sound of the police sirens. The couple kept on the road as they neared the town of Silent Hill in West Virginia. Suddenly, the couple themselves vanished. And the only sound that cracked the silence was the barking of dogs.

  • ONE IN A MILLION (A HEART FOR A HEART)

    by KYLA

    There are many types of men.
    There are the types of men that cheat.
    The types of men that lie.
    The types of men that steal, kill,
    and destroy.

    There are the heartbreaks,
    The types of men that abuse you.
    The types of men that sleep with
    you and leave you.

    The types of men who try to control you.
    The types of men that tell you you’re beautiful,
    then they hurt you.  Then, there are the types
    of men that will touch you without asking.

    There’s only one type of man I want.
    The man that doesn’t try to change
    who I am, The man who will love me for
    my intelligence and my personality, and not
    for my body.
    I want the type of man that if I gave
    him my heart he will give me his.

    I want a man who can stop trying
    to be ‘THE’ man and become a
    man.

    I want a man who won’t lie, cheat,
    steal double cross, hurt, abuse,
    or leave me.

    But that man is only 1 in a million.

    There are many types of men, but the
    only type of man I want is
    The Right One.