Final

The welcoming

A long dark hallway appears in front of me

The floor is creaking and there's a door I see

The white silhouette of the edges so plain

For my eyes haven't adjusted, so my vision is strained  

A voice calls out, so faint to hear

That if you drew another breath, the sound will disappear

With my body frozen, my wits not quick

The hallway is getting longer, is my mind playing tricks?

A push from behind, so gentle yet with a force

A girl, little older than I, was the source

Pretty to look at, but not so pleasant to listen

For an unknown reason, she seems to be set on a mission

To make me feel terrible, to browbeat me

Mock me on my social class, my worth as a human being

To make me cry, receive satisfaction from my tears

And when I fail to hold back my tears, She'll always have a look of a sneer

Closer and closer we get to the door

The closer we get to the door, harder the voice is to ignore

The handle comes into reach

I twist, and the door opens with a screech

Inside the room, time seems to be frozen

But that seemed to not have stop the corrosion 

Desks and tables were covered in dust

The decay of wood filled the room with musk

The clocks sits still, 20 minutes to nine

Life has not moved, preserved, like a  scene of a crime

And there she was, wearing a yellow stained dress

She seem to not care about the room being a mess

So I stood there pondering why

Someone could live like this, and not let a bad memory die?

I am a stone in a wall

The welcoming

Shakespearean Sonnet

The shadows of reality, is our own sight
Betrays us and keeps us imprisoned in our minds
We are bound by chains but yet we refuse to fight
For we resist to look for the truth in the signs

The cave so dark, yet it is our only haven
For we are blind for not seeing past the shadows
To individualism, we have forsaken
For we are not different from herds of cattle

We are destined for greatness, to learn on our own
We could not be limited to ones own beliefs
Free to choose what skills we see important to hone
We could live our lives and breath a sigh of relief

Yet we are manipulated by the elite
So never can our quest for knowledge be complete

Vocab #9

aficionado: an ardent devotee; fan, enthusiast.

browbeat: to intimidate by overbearing looks or words; bully

commensurate: having the same measure; of equal extent or duration.

diaphanous: very sheer and light; almost completely transparent or translucent.

emolument: profit, salary, or fees from office or employment; compensation for services

foray: a quick raid, usually for the purpose of taking plunder

genre: a class or category of artistic endeavor having a particular form, content, technique, or the like

homily: a sermon, usually on a Biblical topic and usually of a nondoctrinal nature.

immure: to shut in; seclude or confine.

insouciant: free from concern, worry, or anxiety; carefree; nonchalant.

matrix: something that constitutes the place or point from which something else originates, takes form, or develops

obsequies: a funeral rite or ceremony.

panache: a grand or flamboyant manner; verve; style; flair

persona: a person's perceived or evident personality, as that of a well-known official, actor, or celebrity; personal image; public role.

philippic: a bitter or impassioned speech of denunciation; invective

prurient: having, inclined to have, or characterized by lascivious or lustful thoughts, desires, etc.

sacrosanct: extremely sacred or inviolable

systemic: of or pertaining to a system.

tendentious: having or showing a definite tendency, bias, or purpose

vicissitude: a change or variation occurring in the course of something.