A DRUNK POEM

LasT WORds wAsn'T ME whAT soWED THe seED! He sPAT, sLAMmeD THe doOr. tHAT Was ThAt. lIKE a lITTLE RocK MY heArt drOPPed. hE dRANK A lOT, sure. BUt he wAS my DAD yoU KnOW. Or SO i tHOughT. I waS FoUR. MOm hELd my hAND in bED thAT nIGHt. IT wAS nICe, buT nEXt MoRN sHE wAS cOlD as IcE.

A POEM ABOUT FAMILY

How I Learned Aunt Madge had so many kids that another one wasn't a big deal. My cousins were rough and liked to squeal so most of the time I hid. There was a hollow tree I liked the most. I found a lot of books within. Turned out a gnome used it to post spells n stuff to his kin. While the rest went off for warrior tests I read and cast and exploded. They figured that anyway I wasn't the best so our relationship eroded.

A POEM ABOUT EXPERIMENTS

Freezing Birds The first time I learned the power of ice I was playing around and not being nice. My cousin said, "Look at those birds in the tree Wouldn't it be funny if you made them freeze?" I shot them with icicles straight and true. Their little faces turned all blue And down they all fell with a big old clatter While squirrels yelled with an angry chatter. "Rixira you bad girl," they whined! I scuffed my foot and hung my head. Okay, I won't shoot little birds, I sighed. I'll shoot bigger birds instead.

MY FIRST FRIEND

Worms I met a tree who told me to put my toes where the plants grow and root. Shoot, there were worms in there! I don't think I dare.

NOTHING TO SEE

Here Don't look at me, please. There's nothing to see but fog and discontent. I might be someone worth knowing someday. After all, I spent my time studying while the other kids played. But did it pay off? I've yet to learn. I've been reading books and never heard of anyone who succeeded by only doing that. I've lived most of my life like a stray cat. Drifting here and there, selling enchants at the fairs, no real goal in life. I wasn't outstanding; my face doesn't inspire "wife". I was just handing a glowing sword to a man who came from Seringale. He said if I wanted to plan a bigger business I could try (or fail) to make it in such a place. So I went. Not with haste, but more meanderingly so. After all, I had no reason to go. For two years now this city has been my base. Nobody remembers much about me except a passing face. I've spoken to a few, I've really tried. But a few minutes later they leave me behind. I guess everyone tries to leave a trace. I just don't know if I have what it takes.