No light is not accompanied 

by shadows, 

no smile without a single tear, 

no sweet sugar without 

the bitter black pill, 

there is no death without any life. 

Night must always follow day, 

day must always follow night, 

we cannot see the black 

until we have seen the white. 

The life-giving sun always leaves 

wailing ghosts in its wake, 

the cold moon caresses the lives 

below and sends them on their way. 

The rotten, stinking things have 

a spark of light alive, 

and even the perfect beings have dark 

secrets buried inside. 

Black and white so tightly intertwined, 

that if you were to take one away, 

there'd be nothing left behind.

In English, we're analyzing poetry and making connections. The poem I chose is called "Tichborne's Elegy," written by a man in his last hours before he was executed for plotting to kill Queen Elizabeth 1. Read it here.

Window Eyes

The people around me 

are sharp, shiny, brittle and empty. 

They try to hide it by reflecting 

their surroundings. 

Empty smiles, mirror eyes. 

But you are different. 

Even now I'm surprised to see 

that instead of a hard, cold reflection 

I see a window, 

so pure and clear 

that it compels me, 

draws me into the depth of your 

very being. 

Only you with your window eyes.

This poem haunted me for a couple of days until I scribbled it out into my journal. 

Hello!
I've been dealing with a major French project recently, so I had no time to post! I've been using this cute little journal my friend gave me for the time being, but I'll certainly post ASAP

Blatant Appeal

As you may know, I was writing a novel over the winter break and I'm continuing it! But I have severe writer's block and I can't think of what happens next in the story line!
I know this has nothing to do with Mindscape, but please help.

The blog is: knnovels.blogspot.com

If you could help, that would be awesome!

Thanks :)

The trees shake their 

spindly, naked fingers 

at the ruthless grey of 

the winter sky, 

sighing as the 

bitter wind passes by 

briefly, like a single 

word spoken between 

star crossed lovers; 

a romance gone unnoticed 

for the moment. 

Hello! I am back! Hope you guys had a good holiday. So here's my first poem of the year... an ode to the snowless Toronto winter we're experiencing.
This was like a 2 minute poem created in the middle of English class where surprise, surprise, we just started our poetry unit.

I know this is kind of late but...

Happy New Year, and to all a good 365 days.