icy fingers chill and withered
reach forth with glee from distant past
hands thought dead begin to quiver
I stare unmoving, shocked, aghast
through that door ‘neath lock and key
they seize my frantic beating heart
memories lost surge forth set free
can I live on, so torn apart?
We, my friends, are going time traveling.
I’ll admit, this is partly an attempt to make sure I post at least once a week, even when I’m swamped by school and have no time to write. My first day of classes — that is, the day I start taking Mechanics I, Fluid Mechanics, Thermodynamics, Computer-Aided Design, and Engineering Math A and B — is August 25th, and I only have a week left before I ship off across the country. I want to keep blogging. Nay, I SHALL keep blogging. But just in case, I’ve invented my own version of Throwback Thursday: Mini-Me Mondays.
Each Monday (or so I hope), you’ll hear from a special guest writer. I’m bringing in the cavalry here, guys, and you know the coolest part? It’s still ME.
Most of the pieces will be pre- high school, I think, although anything that seems juvenile enough and tickles my fancy will probably make its way here eventually. I might publish it raw, with just a date to specify exactly when in the prehistoric era I wrote it. I might polish it up. I might comment on it. Anything’s possible, really. You never know what might happen when you start tinkering with time travel. First Mini-Me Monday is projected to take place in three days…see you in the future!
he visto la guerra
he visto el hambre
he visto el fin de toda la tierra
y he visto el mundo, lleno de sangre.
pero lo peor que he visto en mi vida
— lo que mi corazón nunca olvida —
fue la cara, por lágrimas envuelta,
de una niña, pequeña y muerta.
I have seen war
I have seen hunger
I have seen the end of the entire earth
and I have seen the world, full of blood.
but the worst that I have seen in my life
— that which my heart never forgets —
was the face, wrapped in tears,
of a girl, small and dead.
Behold the Infinite 