Peering Through the Cobwebs

[A/N: response to denise's poem about black and white and stuff ]

When given a choice between darkness and light, you weigh an unseen scale.

Light on one side, dark on the other, you don't know which will prevail.

There's only two choices, there's no in between, you must pick, but how do you choose?

You see the light but you feel the dark, and you think, what have you got to lose?

Maybe, perhaps, if you take a step back, your vision will start to shift.

A dot here, a blot there, what is that blur? and suddenly you are adrift

On a sea of gray, silver in shine, with not a moor in sight.

You're lost, confused, and fearful in this world that's not black, yet not white.

You don't understand, but that's alright. No one truly sees

That black is not black, and white is not white; you make it whatever you please.

The dark is only dark if you let it veil your eyes, just like the light can blind your view,

And when you stumble, when you fall, we'll always be there, ready to catch you.

-Sophia

Why History Sucks

History is the strangest thing

It repeats without an inkling

of just how tiresome it can be

when we read about the stupidity

Countries always want more resources

like food and water or, say, war horses

Take France and Germany for example

Over the Rhine land they fought and trampled

Each other in attempts to get more power

(But really, France? Your symbol's a flower?)

Color Prompt

Prompt: Personify a color, name a place and an event: now mix together to create a story.

How often was it that one got to watch this? he mused. On a rooftop, nonetheless.

The mass of color shifted minutely inside its black shell, and Silver edged a little closer in anticipation. As it twitched again, he felt a rush of smug satisfaction that he, not Crimson or Lavender or, heaven forbid, Gold, got to see this first hand. Served them right for acting all snooty all the time.

The wind rocked the chrysalis, the swaying adding to the jerks of the butterfly wrestling its way out. Silver held his breath as the bottom end split, the crack widening with each push of the insect's spindly legs. Finally, the swallowtail climbed free and clung to the railing on which its chrysalis was attached, spreading its vibrant wings out to dry.

Silver let out a laugh, reveling in the birth of a new life. He really had to hand it to nature, being able to create something like that. Rearranging cellular configurations was one thing, but such magnificent results were truly something to be cherished.

"Hey, guys, the butterfly we put here hatched!" Silver groaned, his buzz killed by the annoyingly peppy voice coming from behind him. This had to be a cosmic joke. Of all people. Of all the colors. Of all chances in the universe. Gold. He was never going to live this down. Chances were, Gold was going to just blurt out that he'd been watching a butterfly hatch and ruin his reputation forever and he'd be known as the dork who watched a bug. Maybe Gold wouldn't notice him and he'd be able to-

"Oh, Silver, you're here too? I didn't see you there!"

Silver hung his head in defeat.

Silver: 0. The Universe: 1.

-Sophia

Untitled

A Mardi Gras mask is glittery and gay
With feathers and sequins and a string 'round the back
An opera mask is used to portray
A character, whether he phantom or jack

Halloween conjures up masks galore
One day a year to play pretend
With doctors and fencers and villains and more
Escape who you are, now and again

A mask lets a hero hide his identity
A dancer wears one to beguile
These are all masks we think of quite readily
But sometimes a mask is a smile

-Sophia