blossomdreams (
blossomdreams) wrote in
rainbowfic2013-01-03 04:34 pm
Dove Grey #14, Crimson #24 with seed beads
Name: Blossom
Story: Pleasant Surprise
Colors: Dover Grey 14.(memory becomes your partner), Crimson 24. (I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir.)
Supplies and Styles: canvas, brush (I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts. Mark Twain)
Title: Assignment
Word Count: 109
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Antonio is asked to write a poem about his current feelings.
Warnings: mentions of a lost kingdom, war, depression, and sad materials
Notes: This was a hard poem to write because Antonio goes through so much. I feel bad for the guy I really do which is why I'll make it up to him in time, but until then enjoy the poem. Enjoy!
I’m asked to write a poem about how I feel
As if that will clean the failure from my hand
My advisor, my friend my kingdom did he steal
My home, my life a place where I am banned
Every day, every night having to fight for a meal
A risk of punishment where I stand
My wife, my son, my daughter who’s fate I sealed
My blood, my tears, my failure dirty the land
The sky my wings long to peal
One day my smile will not be bland
One day my soul will feel real
Until that time arrives
I will continue to write how I feel
Story: Pleasant Surprise
Colors: Dover Grey 14.(memory becomes your partner), Crimson 24. (I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir.)
Supplies and Styles: canvas, brush (I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts. Mark Twain)
Title: Assignment
Word Count: 109
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Antonio is asked to write a poem about his current feelings.
Warnings: mentions of a lost kingdom, war, depression, and sad materials
Notes: This was a hard poem to write because Antonio goes through so much. I feel bad for the guy I really do which is why I'll make it up to him in time, but until then enjoy the poem. Enjoy!
I’m asked to write a poem about how I feel
As if that will clean the failure from my hand
My advisor, my friend my kingdom did he steal
My home, my life a place where I am banned
Every day, every night having to fight for a meal
A risk of punishment where I stand
My wife, my son, my daughter who’s fate I sealed
My blood, my tears, my failure dirty the land
The sky my wings long to peal
One day my smile will not be bland
One day my soul will feel real
Until that time arrives
I will continue to write how I feel

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I feel good that you feel for him and bad that this takes place once he's set up with his recovery process.
I promise to be good to him soon.
Thank you!