APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Our wishes for unwanted change. Even in our sleep we trust That in our nightly endeavors Will lead us away.
Yet what we welcome May not be the easiest of comforts.
The path ahead may be dangerous, But what may come will be the fruits of our greatest labors Knowing this, onward we push, moving ever forward, never giving into fear. The way ahead is hardly clear. We don't need blue skies. It's all okay. All we ask for is a helping hand To guide us onwards on our way: On this path we'll be fine, because at last our friends are here. And even though none of them can write in verse, We all did so despite our badness.
In the end APRIL was truly the cruellest month, To our ears.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A faceless complacency. We huddled together, lying Like seeds back-to-back, speaking Only of growth. Then in a sudden rush-- Sunlight and water -- we sprouted, And found ourselves different species. We nearly cried, but no one died. So we woke up to a great thought: If we're so different, we really ought To share the different things we know And care for one another even though We're not the same. We can see can still each other's will Revealed through fleeting glimpses Remaining on the edge of thought Buried deep within the heart. Shake ourselves awake once again, We hold on to the nuances briefly held. "What a sentimental load of trollop," says The waking voice. Another groans,"I thought it was sweet," And throws a pillow. All stir with Different thoughts in mind, and different words On lips, still bickering as they rise To action. There are better things than poems.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding The earth pushes up the roots, and the roots pushes up winter, And all together they push and push until spring sneaks in underneath. One without the other will not carry, Because change is never a competition. It's a group effort! The seasons pass one another not with ease, But with quiet strength and own conviction. To face down others is mere fiction; It's with oneself the battle will not cease. To meet one's own goal is the truest sport, And to the victor goes your own eternal summer. But when summer comes you find yourself lacking, Because when seeking others you were slacking. Fortunately there is nearly always someone, They will remind you that you must not battle yourself, No victories can be found up along that mountain path. So stand tall with others without shade under the scorching sun, never alone. When it gets dark, grab someone's hand Hold tight and never let go So you'll always know that you're okay. So when they come again, April, May, June, We're always bound together.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Frozen rivers with ice, flowing Crystalline glass silently, melting In the mouths of spring's wake, stirring Fledgings eager for more, exploring Lovers dance once again, leaving Earth in blossomed spring, growing The wealth of orchards, burgeoning In bright cherry and plum, bursting And honey sweet apple blooms, turning Their sweet yields in fruit and grain? And so we reap the grain; we bake and brew it. We pluck the fruit; ferment and stew it. We lie unsatisfied with mere nature's gain; seize it And what it takes to make us better: do it. November is the kindest month, turning Down the quilt, dampening The light and settling in, preparing For the solace of winter once more. Until the time that light returns, Taking comfort in the dark.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Life deep beneath the cold, hiding power that had yet to grow. Spring will awaken, blossoming the hope that waited, fostering life where there was none. Life that was patient, tempting seeds hold a promise, waiting for their chance to sprout, spreading its treasures, attracting those who would be, dreaming of a life inside a world of their own. They dream of grass and trees, Animals frolicking, wandering, Through forests of more grass and trees. They join the animals in wandering. Among the trees he grazes, gathering the hidden strength of those around him. In spite of all the warnings given... You take your place together, riding his strength becomes your own. Together, you are invincible.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Our dreams until we, stirring, Awake we find that so ends pain. It now comes time for us, leaving Ourselves to find our way, knowing That so too must end night, giving Way to where we find our right gain. MAY is an improvement, warming The cold hearts from winter, mending Frost's bite as the sun rises, lighting The path before those who are lost, Quickly travel and seek shelter, knowing That with spring the clouds begin storming bringing a downpour we needed to grow stronger. JUNE is the brightest month, facing Into the summer, granting Rest for all our struggle, rewarding Perseverance with warm breeze and cool water, enriching spirits for our next challenge. The gifts of kinder seasons, falling warm on our up turned faces, smiling our cares of spring forgotten, turning to the days ahead.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Grass that is green, growing, Plants to be eaten, nurturing, Animals that are hungry, eating, Plants that are growing, growing. Fertile where all can see, unifying Metaphors drawing together many, fostering New friendships as they slowly take root.
Trust feeds many bonds, binding Unlikely and likely souls together, forging A path together that, going Forth that leads them elsewhere, seeing A sight unknown and new, causing Friendship formed anew, with hearts lain Joined by their new bonds now, knowing That it all has been for the better. Making friends in a forest, going Towards the pond, sitting On a log, looking At the pond.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Sleep and stability without refrain.
I watch the skies pour down, unfazed. I will reach May on my own power. My soul's unstained by some dark hour. My feet are muddy. My heart's not dazed. My friends are nearby, and I know That no matter what desperation my heart might feel, I will not waver. Like a silver blade I will stand straight and look forward, And reflect the light for my friends to see. And the light do my friends see, blinding Illumination from the sun above, trickling Through a canopy of greenery life, reminding Me that the mother earth is at my side, whistling Songs of companionship and encouragement, knowing I am not alone on this dirt path, winding all the way into the heat of summer. The strength I am given lets me know that I can continue to follow my own path to what is true For my will as well as you.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding Our minds with nostalgia, helping Us miss those we've lost in the frigid cold.
MAY is when we step out, trotting Over the fresh grass, reaching For those we've lost, extending Opportunities to solidify our bonds again. Leaves make sounds, crunching, Beneath our feet, walking, Forward to our destination, approaching, Trees that are existing, growing. Flowers along our paths, shining. A little further and our friends are there, waiting.
JUNE is when flowers along our path, shining A little further and our friends are there, waiting. They are all around the fire, warming And once we're back; smiling! Together we defeat the darkness, triumphanting. And then we have a party together. JULY is when the sun beats down heavier, energizing Shows of camaraderie always, granting More hours to come together and sing, dancing Until the moonlight casts its shadows upon smiling faces. Lunar displays do not signal evil, dictating The strength of our victories together always.
[after that, there's a crude picture of Kate and Rook holding hands. ... They're differentiated by his hair being pulled back in comparison and him being taller]
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding time lost in white peace, caressing travellers in its sleepy reign. Lulled by the softest season, spinning Hopes for a brighter future, driving Dreams of another chance, leaving Visions of what was thought lost. Those defiant enough, waking Will be met with the scent, welcoming Of a breakfast of pancakes, buttering Winter has lost all, dreaming But aren't we all just waking from a dream? Never has hope looked more delicious. Reality hits your nose, scent sharp like sugar in the lazy morning, cloying or sweet. Pancakes are not a universal love. Blueberries beckon And waffles turn heads. Your teammates squabble over the breakfast table. The real world, it seems, is far less lulling. Peaceful or not, it's your life to live. For now it's time to take your place, Amid the plates piled ever high. In the evening your dreams will wake, once more your dreams will take.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding The partners, they parted in December. It's been long months and longer hours. Lonely thoughts, they tried to take all friendly powers. But in the rain, there's still some flowers. A friend alone holds onto a feeling like an ember. A friend alone holds onto a feeling like an ember of conflict. The fires of fall burned brightly, flames licking higher and higher, two friends shouting to overcome rain with stricken sparks. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. Darling, you give love a bad name. I play my part, and you play your game. You give love a bad name. But no fire nor game can separate Two friends bound by dearest fate! Things looked bad, and they got worse, But they're better by the end of our verse. When summer comes, the parted partners are together No matter what happened to the weather.
Ruby
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Our wishes for unwanted change.
Even in our sleep we trust
That in our nightly endeavors
Will lead us away.
Yet what we welcome
May not be the easiest of comforts.
The path ahead may be dangerous,
But what may come
will be the fruits of our greatest labors
Knowing this, onward we push,
moving ever forward, never giving into fear.
The way ahead is hardly clear.
We don't need blue skies. It's all okay.
All we ask for is a helping hand
To guide us onwards on our way:
On this path we'll be fine, because at last our friends are here.
And even though none of them can write in verse,
We all did so despite our badness.
In the end APRIL was truly the cruellest month,
To our ears.
Jasper
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A faceless complacency.
We huddled together, lying
Like seeds back-to-back, speaking
Only of growth. Then in a sudden rush--
Sunlight and water -- we sprouted,
And found ourselves different species.
We nearly cried, but no one died.
So we woke up to a great thought:
If we're so different, we really ought
To share the different things we know
And care for one another even though
We're not the same.
We can see can still each other's will
Revealed through fleeting glimpses
Remaining on the edge of thought
Buried deep within the heart.
Shake ourselves awake once again,
We hold on to the nuances briefly held.
"What a sentimental load of trollop," says
The waking voice. Another groans,"I thought it was sweet,"
And throws a pillow. All stir with
Different thoughts in mind, and different words
On lips, still bickering as they rise
To action. There are better things than poems.
Citrine
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
The earth pushes up the roots, and the roots pushes up winter,
And all together they push and push until spring sneaks in underneath.
One without the other will not carry,
Because change is never a competition.
It's a group effort!
The seasons pass one another not with ease,
But with quiet strength and own conviction.
To face down others is mere fiction;
It's with oneself the battle will not cease.
To meet one's own goal is the truest sport,
And to the victor goes your own eternal summer.
But when summer comes you find yourself lacking,
Because when seeking others you were slacking.
Fortunately there is nearly always someone,
They will remind you that you must not battle yourself,
No victories can be found up along that mountain path.
So stand tall with others without shade under the scorching sun, never alone.
When it gets dark, grab someone's hand
Hold tight and never let go
So you'll always know that you're okay.
So when they come again, April, May, June,
We're always bound together.
Carnelian
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Frozen rivers with ice, flowing
Crystalline glass silently, melting
In the mouths of spring's wake, stirring
Fledgings eager for more, exploring
Lovers dance once again, leaving
Earth in blossomed spring, growing
The wealth of orchards, burgeoning
In bright cherry and plum, bursting
And honey sweet apple blooms, turning
Their sweet yields in fruit and grain?
And so we reap the grain; we bake and brew it.
We pluck the fruit; ferment and stew it.
We lie unsatisfied with mere nature's gain; seize it
And what it takes to make us better: do it.
November is the kindest month, turning
Down the quilt, dampening
The light and settling in, preparing
For the solace of winter once more.
Until the time that light returns,
Taking comfort in the dark.
Peridot
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Life deep beneath the cold, hiding
power that had yet to grow.
Spring will awaken, blossoming
the hope that waited, fostering
life where there was none.
Life that was patient, tempting
seeds hold a promise, waiting
for their chance to sprout, spreading
its treasures, attracting
those who would be, dreaming
of a life inside a world of their own.
They dream of grass and trees,
Animals frolicking, wandering,
Through forests of more grass and trees.
They join the animals in wandering.
Among the trees he grazes, gathering
the hidden strength of those around him.
In spite of all the warnings given...
You take your place together, riding
his strength becomes your own.
Together, you are invincible.
Emerald
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Our dreams until we, stirring,
Awake we find that so ends pain.
It now comes time for us, leaving
Ourselves to find our way, knowing
That so too must end night, giving
Way to where we find our right gain.
MAY is an improvement, warming
The cold hearts from winter, mending
Frost's bite as the sun rises, lighting
The path before those who are lost,
Quickly travel and seek shelter, knowing
That with spring the clouds begin storming
bringing a downpour we needed to grow stronger.
JUNE is the brightest month, facing
Into the summer, granting
Rest for all our struggle, rewarding
Perseverance with warm breeze and cool water, enriching
spirits for our next challenge.
The gifts of kinder seasons, falling
warm on our up turned faces, smiling
our cares of spring forgotten, turning
to the days ahead.
Turquoise
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Grass that is green, growing,
Plants to be eaten, nurturing,
Animals that are hungry, eating,
Plants that are growing, growing.
Fertile where all can see, unifying
Metaphors drawing together many, fostering
New friendships as they slowly take root.
Trust feeds many bonds, binding
Unlikely and likely souls together, forging
A path together that, going
Forth that leads them elsewhere, seeing
A sight unknown and new, causing
Friendship formed anew, with hearts lain
Joined by their new bonds now, knowing
That it all has been for the better.
Making friends in a forest, going
Towards the pond, sitting
On a log, looking
At the pond.
Sapphire
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Sleep and stability without refrain.
I watch the skies pour down, unfazed.
I will reach May on my own power.
My soul's unstained by some dark hour.
My feet are muddy. My heart's not dazed.
My friends are nearby, and I know
That no matter what desperation my heart might feel,
I will not waver. Like a silver blade
I will stand straight and look forward,
And reflect the light for my friends to see.
And the light do my friends see, blinding
Illumination from the sun above, trickling
Through a canopy of greenery life, reminding
Me that the mother earth is at my side, whistling
Songs of companionship and encouragement, knowing
I am not alone on this dirt path, winding
all the way into the heat of summer.
The strength I am given lets me know
that I can continue to follow
my own path to what is true
For my will as well as you.
Iolite
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Our minds with nostalgia, helping
Us miss those we've lost in the frigid cold.
MAY is when we step out, trotting
Over the fresh grass, reaching
For those we've lost, extending
Opportunities to solidify our bonds again.
Leaves make sounds, crunching,
Beneath our feet, walking,
Forward to our destination, approaching,
Trees that are existing, growing.
Flowers along our paths, shining.
A little further and our friends are there, waiting.
JUNE is when flowers along our path, shining
A little further and our friends are there, waiting.
They are all around the fire, warming
And once we're back; smiling!
Together we defeat the darkness, triumphanting.
And then we have a party together.
JULY is when the sun beats down heavier, energizing
Shows of camaraderie always, granting
More hours to come together and sing, dancing
Until the moonlight casts its shadows upon smiling faces.
Lunar displays do not signal evil, dictating
The strength of our victories together always.
[after that, there's a crude picture of Kate and Rook holding hands. ... They're differentiated by his hair being pulled back in comparison and him being taller]
Amethyst
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
time lost in white peace, caressing
travellers in its sleepy reign.
Lulled by the softest season, spinning
Hopes for a brighter future, driving
Dreams of another chance, leaving
Visions of what was thought lost.
Those defiant enough, waking
Will be met with the scent, welcoming
Of a breakfast of pancakes, buttering
Winter has lost all, dreaming
But aren't we all just waking from a dream?
Never has hope looked more delicious.
Reality hits your nose, scent sharp
like sugar in the lazy morning, cloying or sweet.
Pancakes are not a universal love. Blueberries beckon
And waffles turn heads. Your teammates squabble
over the breakfast table. The real world, it seems,
is far less lulling.
Peaceful or not, it's your life to live.
For now it's time to take your place,
Amid the plates piled ever high.
In the evening your dreams will wake,
once more your dreams will take.
Kunzite
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
The partners, they parted in December.
It's been long months and longer hours.
Lonely thoughts, they tried to take all friendly powers.
But in the rain, there's still some flowers.
A friend alone holds onto a feeling like an ember.
A friend alone holds onto a feeling
like an ember of conflict. The fires
of fall burned brightly, flames licking
higher and higher, two friends shouting
to overcome rain with stricken sparks.
Shot through the heart, and you're to blame.
Darling, you give love a bad name.
I play my part, and you play your game.
You give love a bad name.
But no fire nor game can separate
Two friends bound by dearest fate!
Things looked bad, and they got worse,
But they're better by the end of our verse.
When summer comes, the parted partners are together
No matter what happened to the weather.