IsabellaRayanne

Burn by WhisperedDreams (http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&do=profile&who=7745)

The horizon burns an insidious heat.
Ever it looms on the edge of perception.
With each stress a nudge closer.
And every pain another inch.
There is no answer to its lure.
No cure for inflictions in its wake.
Fighting it draws it closer.
Giving in speeds its approach.
How to defend against the inevitable.
When the enemy is inescapable.
Both savior and fiend.

Theodore Roosevelt once said, "Walk softly and carry a big stick." It was a variation of an African proverb, "Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far." (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Stick_ideology)

I have my own variation. "Walk softly and carry a big pineapple."

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe (http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/poe/alone.html)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.