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On this page, Barn Ratz can share their stories, paintings or pictures with the world (or what few in the world might actually
visit this site). Anywho... On to the good stuff!
NEW!!!
My computer hates my life
and thus must die
To end the suffering and the strife
out the window it shall fly
Annihilation and Destruction
will greet the screen and wires
As I beat it and then run
it over with my tires
Part of Her World
She spots me out of the corner of her eye. She is a young filly.
Silently she grazes in a field of clover while the wind whistles through the trees. The sky is like an endless mass of blue,unbroken
by clouds.
Suddenly her peaceful world is shattered. I am a stranger, unwelcome.
My presence sends a wave of fear through the air. I do not mean her harm. I have come only to share in the splendor of her
field, yet I still bring her terror.
She turns to flee. She runs quickly. She is the wind sweeping by. How I would
love to fly like the horses. To be free like the trees and flowers. Like the sky. For now I must stand on the outside,while
the rest of the world is free within. I can't be part of her world, but maybe someday her field will be my field too.
by:Frelf/Lindsay
The Dance of Wild Horses
Horses dancing on air,
flying without wings.
Hoof beats echo through the field,
the wind
a hush song sings.
Mane and tail trail behind,
the world becomes a blur;
of clover and of dandilions,
and
a sky of bright azure.
Faster and faster through the fields,
soaring with grace and ease.
An animal so picturesque
in the softly blowing breeze.
The beauty of wild horses,
what a sight to see.
Flying to the stars,
and
into eternity.
by: Frelf/Lindsay
The Planetary Story
By Dr. Shnock
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy kinda far away, there was a planet called Gnomequoa. (Pronounced Nome-kwa) The
Gnomes (from Gnomequoa) were brutally at war with a species called the Pookitonians from the planet Pookitonia.
Being unusually clever, the Pookitonians sent their best dinger, Maximus Dingus Pookius, to
rid the galaxy of the evil gnomes. He did a huge ding and blew up Gnomequoa. This angered the gnomes,
so they invaded Pookitonia because they were homeless. The Pookitonians were forced to move onto the planet Cruton because
it was uninhabited from a ding many moons ago.
The Pookitonians befriended the nearby Shnocks from Shnookemonia. The king of Shnookemonia, Shnookerdee
McShnookerson III showed them the valuable trade of llama shearing. Together they met the Frelfs from the planet Frelfadon,
who smelled much like pee-weed. In their travels they also discovered the lost Little Ones floating aimlessly in space.
In friendship and stupidity, they hunted the Gnomes and pondered the sheepishness of Sheepies for
all eternity.
THE END
An Aubade By Dr. Shnock... (An aubade
is a poem taking place at dawn when two lovers are parting.... just in case you wanted to know...)
A longing lovers
lust lingers
From the bed sheets
to the crisp morning air.
A warm dip in the
covers
Where her lovers
passion still burns, intense.
The magic of starlight
gone,
Chased away by
dancing sunlight.
Sunlight that took
her lover away.
Reaching arms stretch
for awaked ness
But her thoughts
return to last nights beauty
Of feelings and
emotions expressed
In passion and
tenderness.
Wrinkled sheets
that must be straightened,
Empty glasses and
bottles of wine,
All memories of
the night before.
Loneliness comes
in the orange morning
Teasing of her
lovers absence.
When will the starlight
come again
Bringing her its
passion?
Shnock's poem was recently published in a book of young authors and won an award for poetry wiriting. Yay, Shnoo is an
award winning author!
This poem was written about situations where people may be crying out
for help, but no one notices or does anything until it is too late. Some of the things i thought about while writing this
were all types of domestic abuse, eating disorders , and depression. Though I have never had to deal with any of these things
personally, I have learned a lot about them through school and other people. Too often it seems that everyone is too busy
worrying about themselves to notice the signs of these problems and help people. I wrote this poem from the perspective of
a "victim" of these types of things.
-Frelf
Screaming
A poem by frelfie
I am standing here, screaming,
No one stirs, not a flinch.
Can they not hear me?
Or are they screaming too?
I scream louder still.
A shield of concerns block my plea
Yet I cry out for someone to hear.
Am I no one's concern?
Will help ever come?
Someone will lower their shield.
Still, I am silent to the world.
The last glint of my hope is gone.
I am lying here, silent.
I screamed until my throat bled
Along wit my hope, I too am gone
Maybe my cries still echo in their ears.
Silence.
It slices through the shields as though they never were.
Finally they listen, but all too late.
Finally I am someone's concern.
UNTITLED
by:Frelf
There was a dream,
but where did it go?
How to get it back,
I will never know.
I know i had it once,
now it's gone, swept away.
If only I could hold on longer,
my dream has gone astray
Here I am alone,
emptiness where my dream had been.
How will I ever find the strength,
to hope and dream again?
Untitled #2
ok, so frelf sucks at coming up with titles.
Wanting to be noticed,
but fearing the stares.
Not afraid of the smiles,
but only of the glares.
I want to be like everyone else,
yey somehow be unique
So I keep my thoughts inside my head,
too afraid to speak.
It's so hard to say what you feel,
people are so quick to remark
It's like having a light in the palm of your hand,
but keeping it in the dark.
Dreams
Yay! Frelf wrote one with a title!
Nothing is everything,
and all in between
The world becomes a blur,
an unpredictable scene
Sometimes it's of magic,
you're floating through the air
Sometimes it's of demons,
and you wish that you weren't there
Just close your eyes ans travel,
to places near and far
Where you can live under the ocean,
or catch a falling star
No matter what you dream,
or what new truths they hold
Dreams allow us to see inside
what secrets the soul may hold
Feelings Inside Me
Frelfie's on a roll
Can you put yourself in someone else's shoes,
or are you always in your own?
Maybe you couldn't guess how I'd feel,
but it seems you should have known.
I'd never say or do anything,
to inflict you any pain.
Why do i feel that recently,
you don't treat me the same?
It's not that you don't care,
you just don't always think
about how what you say and do,
can make someone else's heart sink.
You'll always be so dear to me,
forever we'll be friends.
I just wish these feelings inside me,
could all come to an end.
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