My parents fight. A lot. I'm not sure who really starts it. But I know it's both of their faults. My Dad has never been one with emotions. That's nothing new. But my Mom thinks that somehow he'll magically change. He probably has since they've been married but he'll never be the man my mom claims she needs.
My Dad never does anything to her when they fight. He will sit there and take it. He'll let her get in his face and yell and hit and throw shit at him. It's when that starts to happen that I just can't sit and pretend like nothing is happening.
I always feel the need to intervene when it gets physical. I don't regret the fact that I do. I'd rather get hit then see my Dad get hit. He's the only one in the family that has a job and can support us. He's the one I have the most in common with. I guess in a way I do love him more. It's hard for me to even think of loving my Mom with the way she treats him. If I'm suppose to love her, I don't understand how.
They haven't had a fight where I had to stand between the two in a while. Maybe a year? Last time I got the phone, a remote and a book thrown at me. All because I didn't want her hitting my Dad. He tried to pull me away but I'm stubborn. I really would catch a grenade for him.
Last night she started pushing my Dad around and I was afraid she was going to come at him with a knife again. Did I forget to mention that? Happened when she threw all those things at me. She came at my Dad with a knife. I stood in the middle and held her back. Then she yelled at me because I was trying to protect him. She thinks I side with him. And you know what I'm not going to lie. I do side with him. But that's only because I don't think the hitting and the getting in his face and everything is justifiable. No matter how heart broken you are. I don't think violence is the right action.
So back to last night. She was pushing my Dad around and I got in the middle to stop her. My Dad already has a bad back and knee. He doesn't need to be falling and tripping all over the place. Sh had knocked a cup over and I was afraid she was going to come at him with a piece of it. Instead she takes the windex bottle and starts to spray me with it to get out of her way. My Dad wasn't having it and pulled me aside. I almost lost it.
I can't believe I didn't.
I know they're both hurting but they're not the only ones. I have no idea how my brother feels about all of this. My sister only recently found out how my mom losses it on my Dad. And every time they fight I can feel myself lose it. Something makes me want to kill myself so it'll snap them the fuck out of what they're doing and realize they need to get help on a regular basis.
That's not the answer but it's what I really want to do. I should call the cops but I can't bring myself to see my Dad upset. He would (surprisingly) miss my mom if she went to jail. I can't say I would.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
South Park Is Coming To An End
It's a shame really. After seeing last night's episode I searched the web and found confirmation that Matt and Trey really do plan on stopping after this season. They've had an epic adventure for the last 15 years. I understand that they want to go on and do new things but it's still heartbreaking.
South Park was an odd support for me. It brought me a lot of joy when nothing else would. Sure it could be idiotic and completely stupid at times but it was a nice escape that brought only a little bit of reality along with it. It made fun of the things that everyone was thinking about. They pushed the limits with their cynical satire and raunchy language. Honestly who wasn't shocked when South Park first came on? But just like Beavis and Butthead all good things must come to an end...
I won't lie. I'll miss the show, but at least Beavis and Butthead are coming back this summer. Maybe that will dull down my disappointment.
South Park was an odd support for me. It brought me a lot of joy when nothing else would. Sure it could be idiotic and completely stupid at times but it was a nice escape that brought only a little bit of reality along with it. It made fun of the things that everyone was thinking about. They pushed the limits with their cynical satire and raunchy language. Honestly who wasn't shocked when South Park first came on? But just like Beavis and Butthead all good things must come to an end...
I won't lie. I'll miss the show, but at least Beavis and Butthead are coming back this summer. Maybe that will dull down my disappointment.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Irreversible Mistake
They were here. They could hear them. They were right on top of them. And There was nothing they could do. They were surrounded. But the enemy didn't know they had them right where they wanted them.
"Look over towards the river banks! That's were the trail leads!" A large man shouted out. Two of the party of five scanned the river's banks. Pacing up and down, crouching to inspect holes and other likely hiding spots.
"Makola, do you see her?" The lanky man next to her looked at her necklace in concern. The trail ended here. So where was she?
"I don't see anything. She might have taken the necklace off..." Makola clutched the necklace to her breast and took a deep breath. She could feel the charm so close. Within arms length. But there was nothing around her but tall Oak trees.
They knew if they made even the slightest movement, they would be caught. They watched from their perch in the large oak tress above. Waiting with baited breath for the Prairie Drifters to move on. But that could take hours. And If they stayed here too long. Birch and Hickory would be stuck in the tree all night. If they could hold on that long.
"Keep looking. The Pendent is glowing brighter. She has to be here," Gazelle stared down at the stone in his hand. It was a radiant hue of milky white. The inscriptions seemed to move around the object in excitement. He was glad but something felt off, much like the first time he had seen her. The stone didn't glow nearly as bright. Maybe it had been the marking cerimony. Maybe that had awaked DawningSun's Bloodline. Who knew. But Gazelle needed to find Birch. Now. They had been spotted not to long ago on the outskirts of Whitefield. And if they didn't cross the river soon and head towards Hawks Cavern. They would be slain on the spot. And Regina Diei would never stand a chance at the oncoming war.
Hickory fingered at the necklace around his sister's neck. As gently as he could he snapped the necklace off from around his twins neck. Birch almost let out a yelp of protest but bit her tongue as she watched Hickory whind back his arm and hurl the necklace as far away from them as possible. And to be on the safe side he did the same with the sharp toothed necklace.
Razi and Gazelle whirrled around at the sound of rustling in the distance. Makola too, snaped her head in the direction and mouthed for Kaban and Razi to go and investigate. The whole party of five began to move slowly towards the bush, crouched low and eyeing their surroundings.
They knew this was their chance. The Prairie Drifters darted forward in a flurry, just as Birch and Hickory fell from the tree behind them. They took off in a dead sprint. Trying to make it to the smallest part of the river to cross.
Gazelle's head whipped around at the commotion behind them and saw what they had been looking for. Without thought he began the chase. His long legs closing the distance with every step.
Birch chanced a look back and realized they were doomed. Gazelle was right on their tails. Almost within reach. It was then that Hickory, turned about face and struck out with his fist.
"Birch! Run!" Birch glanced between the two on the ground in a scuffle and the fast approching Drifters. Deciding that she'd rather be with a bunch of magical rogues then be by herself she stopped and waited for the rest to catch up.
"Enough Hickory. We're caught," Gazelle threw the young man off of him. Hickory gasped for breath as Birch came to his side, inspecting the nasty gash now forming on his temple.
"We got her. Now what?" Crow looked up at Gazelle. His green eyes surveyed the two on the ground. Connecting all their similarities.
"You're related," It wasn't a question. But a statement. Birch just glared at the man from her position on the ground.
"We'll take them both and sort this out after Crow's had a look at him and we make camp for the night. But first we're crossing the river,"
"Look over towards the river banks! That's were the trail leads!" A large man shouted out. Two of the party of five scanned the river's banks. Pacing up and down, crouching to inspect holes and other likely hiding spots.
"Makola, do you see her?" The lanky man next to her looked at her necklace in concern. The trail ended here. So where was she?
"I don't see anything. She might have taken the necklace off..." Makola clutched the necklace to her breast and took a deep breath. She could feel the charm so close. Within arms length. But there was nothing around her but tall Oak trees.
They knew if they made even the slightest movement, they would be caught. They watched from their perch in the large oak tress above. Waiting with baited breath for the Prairie Drifters to move on. But that could take hours. And If they stayed here too long. Birch and Hickory would be stuck in the tree all night. If they could hold on that long.
"Keep looking. The Pendent is glowing brighter. She has to be here," Gazelle stared down at the stone in his hand. It was a radiant hue of milky white. The inscriptions seemed to move around the object in excitement. He was glad but something felt off, much like the first time he had seen her. The stone didn't glow nearly as bright. Maybe it had been the marking cerimony. Maybe that had awaked DawningSun's Bloodline. Who knew. But Gazelle needed to find Birch. Now. They had been spotted not to long ago on the outskirts of Whitefield. And if they didn't cross the river soon and head towards Hawks Cavern. They would be slain on the spot. And Regina Diei would never stand a chance at the oncoming war.
Hickory fingered at the necklace around his sister's neck. As gently as he could he snapped the necklace off from around his twins neck. Birch almost let out a yelp of protest but bit her tongue as she watched Hickory whind back his arm and hurl the necklace as far away from them as possible. And to be on the safe side he did the same with the sharp toothed necklace.
Razi and Gazelle whirrled around at the sound of rustling in the distance. Makola too, snaped her head in the direction and mouthed for Kaban and Razi to go and investigate. The whole party of five began to move slowly towards the bush, crouched low and eyeing their surroundings.
They knew this was their chance. The Prairie Drifters darted forward in a flurry, just as Birch and Hickory fell from the tree behind them. They took off in a dead sprint. Trying to make it to the smallest part of the river to cross.
Gazelle's head whipped around at the commotion behind them and saw what they had been looking for. Without thought he began the chase. His long legs closing the distance with every step.
Birch chanced a look back and realized they were doomed. Gazelle was right on their tails. Almost within reach. It was then that Hickory, turned about face and struck out with his fist.
"Birch! Run!" Birch glanced between the two on the ground in a scuffle and the fast approching Drifters. Deciding that she'd rather be with a bunch of magical rogues then be by herself she stopped and waited for the rest to catch up.
"Enough Hickory. We're caught," Gazelle threw the young man off of him. Hickory gasped for breath as Birch came to his side, inspecting the nasty gash now forming on his temple.
"We got her. Now what?" Crow looked up at Gazelle. His green eyes surveyed the two on the ground. Connecting all their similarities.
"You're related," It wasn't a question. But a statement. Birch just glared at the man from her position on the ground.
"We'll take them both and sort this out after Crow's had a look at him and we make camp for the night. But first we're crossing the river,"
I'm going to eat my eyes out.
Or maybe I'll eat my brain. Either way I don't want to be in school right now. I'd much rather be i dunno, everywhere else. Alex isn't being fun either. He's just sitting there >_<;
By the by. I'm kinda stumped on my novel. I've got about 2 chapters done but I can't really think of incantation spells to say. I don't feel like making up a hospogde of words. I want to use something more like... "Sitting On Frozen Heavens Above! Rise Ice Dragon!" But that's already taken. So I guess I'll have to think a little more.
Maybe something like, "Scream Your Sweet Secrets!" And a bunch of wind comes out of nowhere >_<
I dunno. I'm stumped. Maybe I should make them rhyme. Or make them pay patronage to their God and Goddess. Eh.....
But yeah this is what has me stumped. And I need to go back and fix a crap load of stuff because I've gotten some bad reviews on Fictionpress. It's a bummer. But that's life.
Anyway thanks for listening to my ramblings.
By the by. I'm kinda stumped on my novel. I've got about 2 chapters done but I can't really think of incantation spells to say. I don't feel like making up a hospogde of words. I want to use something more like... "Sitting On Frozen Heavens Above! Rise Ice Dragon!" But that's already taken. So I guess I'll have to think a little more.
Maybe something like, "Scream Your Sweet Secrets!" And a bunch of wind comes out of nowhere >_<
I dunno. I'm stumped. Maybe I should make them rhyme. Or make them pay patronage to their God and Goddess. Eh.....
But yeah this is what has me stumped. And I need to go back and fix a crap load of stuff because I've gotten some bad reviews on Fictionpress. It's a bummer. But that's life.
Anyway thanks for listening to my ramblings.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Creative Writing
Creative Writing was... Interesting to say the least. We had fun projects assigned to us. I only that I was actually in class for it. I miss hanging with Alex and Sarah. They were awesome. But My teacher came up to me today (My first day back in school), and she meantioned how interesting it was to get to know me through all my blogs. I never thought of it like that. I just thought I was doing my assignments with my own kind of twist. But never the less Creative Writing class has been so much fun! I loved it really. It's opened my eyes to things I want to try working on later. And I know I'm going to keep this blog well after this class is over. I hope everyone has their own type of Creative Writing. An outlet of sorts. To express themselves in a positive way. Because I know that low and I don't ever want any one else to experiance it.
I'm not really religious but my cousin once told me "God only gives these burdens to people who can handle them. That way millions of others don't have to suffer the samething. Because they wouldn't be able to handle it."
I'll never forget those words. They give me the strength to continue doing what I want, with out being held back. And Creative Writing had helped with that too.
It gives me the perfect outlet. And I'm so glad I decided to take this class. I'll remember the assignments I had and maybe somehow converge them to help other people. I won't forget what I learned through these last seven months. And I'm so happy to live.
I'm not really religious but my cousin once told me "God only gives these burdens to people who can handle them. That way millions of others don't have to suffer the samething. Because they wouldn't be able to handle it."
I'll never forget those words. They give me the strength to continue doing what I want, with out being held back. And Creative Writing had helped with that too.
It gives me the perfect outlet. And I'm so glad I decided to take this class. I'll remember the assignments I had and maybe somehow converge them to help other people. I won't forget what I learned through these last seven months. And I'm so happy to live.
Star Wars and Zombies.
I dare you to check this out. My friend is... Well crazy but he's making a mix of Star War and Zombies. My Character gets a wonderful little appearence in it. It's name is Xbox360. Creative I know.
I think I'm going to turn his story into a Web comic. He just has to listen to some of my ideas. Shhheeeeeshhhh. He never likes what I spew out my mouth. It's pure genious I tell ya.
Anyway Check out this blog : Above and Benieth the Waves by Alex Simpson
I think I'm going to turn his story into a Web comic. He just has to listen to some of my ideas. Shhheeeeeshhhh. He never likes what I spew out my mouth. It's pure genious I tell ya.
Anyway Check out this blog : Above and Benieth the Waves by Alex Simpson
So I started to write a novel
It's on Fictionpress.net at the moment and I hope to post it on Authonomy soon.
It's a Fantasy about Prairie Drifters and Kingdoms split in two. I think it's going well so far and I have been getting a lot of good and constructive feedback. Which makes me happy :]
I plan to take a year off before I go to college and during that time I want to finish my novel, maybe even get published, do a lot of free lance illisturation. I want to start selling my art to anybody interested. I have to find a way to get the word out.
It you feel like reading what I have so far of my novel go to Fictionpress.net and search under authors TrulyDevious. My Story is called Stuck in The Shadows
It's a Fantasy about Prairie Drifters and Kingdoms split in two. I think it's going well so far and I have been getting a lot of good and constructive feedback. Which makes me happy :]
I plan to take a year off before I go to college and during that time I want to finish my novel, maybe even get published, do a lot of free lance illisturation. I want to start selling my art to anybody interested. I have to find a way to get the word out.
It you feel like reading what I have so far of my novel go to Fictionpress.net and search under authors TrulyDevious. My Story is called Stuck in The Shadows
Zombie Proof House
So someone made a Zombie proofed house. It is ridulous! It's in Warsaw (Of course).
I think I want to buy it.
I have an acute fear of Zombies. Alex of course loves them.
Crazy fool.
Besides the house being covered in Concret it looks pretty damn nice.
http://www.thezombienation.com/2011/05/11/the-ultimate-in-zombie-proof-home-living/
Check it out :]
I think I want to buy it.
I have an acute fear of Zombies. Alex of course loves them.
Crazy fool.
Besides the house being covered in Concret it looks pretty damn nice.
http://www.thezombienation.com/2011/05/11/the-ultimate-in-zombie-proof-home-living/
Check it out :]
So today I went back to school.
It was surprising at how many people knew I wasn't in school, but it was nice seeing as they were happy to see me. Makes me wonder what people talked about when I wasn't here.
Alex said he would be a super spy for me. Not sure if he'll go through with it.
So I'll just make Davi ask around.
I wish Our school was air conditioned D:
Alex said he would be a super spy for me. Not sure if he'll go through with it.
So I'll just make Davi ask around.
I wish Our school was air conditioned D:
Alex
Is a pain in my ass. But I love him. He'll do almost anything for me and he reminds me of a male Davi. She's my best friend. It's funny how alike the two are. I'm so glad I have them in my life.
I don't know where I'd be without them.
I don't know where I'd be without them.
BALL!
So Senior Ball is around the corner. And I'm going with my Best Friend Will. He asked me to go in the funniest way. He called me up and said: So this is a statement not a question. You're going to Ball with me"
I couldn't help but laugh for a good minute or so. I'm wearing a black shoulderless tea party dress. The bottom half is silver with these big poofy puffs. I love it! And Will is going to look like a BLues Brother XD
It's going to be awesome!
I couldn't help but laugh for a good minute or so. I'm wearing a black shoulderless tea party dress. The bottom half is silver with these big poofy puffs. I love it! And Will is going to look like a BLues Brother XD
It's going to be awesome!
And the Count down begins...
2 Weeks till school is over. I'm so damn pumped! Though I have to go to summer school D:
At least it's only 4 days a week. Not bad.
At least it's only 4 days a week. Not bad.
X-Men
So that new X-Men movie is coming out. I haven't seen the other movies but I think I'll go and see this one. It looks good though I may not understand the whole context.
I wonder what it would be like to have super powers.... Would you use your super power to help or to destroy? I'd wanna be a villian for the hell of it. I mean sure killing people is f'd up but being evil sounds fun. Or maybe I'll be like MegaMind. Evil on the outside, Good on the inside.
I wonder what it would be like to have super powers.... Would you use your super power to help or to destroy? I'd wanna be a villian for the hell of it. I mean sure killing people is f'd up but being evil sounds fun. Or maybe I'll be like MegaMind. Evil on the outside, Good on the inside.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Yuck
So I went to visit my nephew again and my sister let me burp him :]
It was fun till he burped up some milk.
At least I had a burping cloth on >x<;
It was fun till he burped up some milk.
At least I had a burping cloth on >x<;
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Xanthippe
Xanthippe: Ill Tempered Woman
Why couldn't people just say that? An ill tempered woman. Why bother coming up with some fancy word that's hard to pronounce? Sure it saves you some syllables... But is it really necessary? I think not. You could always just call her a Harpy. That has the same effect and it's a better known word.
Why couldn't people just say that? An ill tempered woman. Why bother coming up with some fancy word that's hard to pronounce? Sure it saves you some syllables... But is it really necessary? I think not. You could always just call her a Harpy. That has the same effect and it's a better known word.
Waterworks
So we're opening our pool so everyone can come over the last day of school and party. It'll be nice. It's like a prelude to all the graduation parties to come and the beginning of our next move into life.
As daunting as it may seem sometimes I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who thinks this. I realized how hard it is to voice these opinions. But once their out and you know you're not alone the world seems like a much brighter place.
The worst thing I think someone can go through is the feeling of being alone. But the thing is, there are so many people in the world that there has to be someone else who feels the same way. The hard part is finding them and managing to say what you need to say.
There's this movie 'It's Kind Of A Funny Story' and I feel like it's my life in a nutshell. The meaning of the movie hit home in so many different ways, I was crying.
Sometimes I wish that I did have a reason like 'I was abused' or 'I was raped'. Because it would make my problems more logical. I can't really explain why I had my meltdown. But I guess it's because everything built up over time and I just couldn't go on. Either way I'm feeling better and everything I've gone through makes me what to help others in the world.
As daunting as it may seem sometimes I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who thinks this. I realized how hard it is to voice these opinions. But once their out and you know you're not alone the world seems like a much brighter place.
The worst thing I think someone can go through is the feeling of being alone. But the thing is, there are so many people in the world that there has to be someone else who feels the same way. The hard part is finding them and managing to say what you need to say.
There's this movie 'It's Kind Of A Funny Story' and I feel like it's my life in a nutshell. The meaning of the movie hit home in so many different ways, I was crying.
Sometimes I wish that I did have a reason like 'I was abused' or 'I was raped'. Because it would make my problems more logical. I can't really explain why I had my meltdown. But I guess it's because everything built up over time and I just couldn't go on. Either way I'm feeling better and everything I've gone through makes me what to help others in the world.
Vibrant
Life is looking a lot more vibrant these days. My Nephew was just born yesterday at 7:34 in the morning. He's the cutest thing in the world. Baby Terrence is so sweet and quiet~! He takes after his dad a lot. I'm glad I'm here and around to see him grow up. I can't wait to spend time with him. He's the first one in a new generation in our family. He's barely 24 hours old but I'm so proud of him :]
School is almost done and Ball is around the corner ^^ I'm glad I'm going with a bunch of friends. And I'm glad I'm well enough to be starting school up again. Even though I'll only have two weeks left. It's exciting and sad all at once. But I know that I'll always keep a special place in my heart for my friends. They are the greatest and I don't think they know how much they have really helped me without having to do much of anything.
I know what I plan to do in the near future and I'm not worrying about anything else. One step at a time. My anxiety is down and my depression seems like it happened decades ago. I've never felt so glad to be alive.
School is almost done and Ball is around the corner ^^ I'm glad I'm going with a bunch of friends. And I'm glad I'm well enough to be starting school up again. Even though I'll only have two weeks left. It's exciting and sad all at once. But I know that I'll always keep a special place in my heart for my friends. They are the greatest and I don't think they know how much they have really helped me without having to do much of anything.
I know what I plan to do in the near future and I'm not worrying about anything else. One step at a time. My anxiety is down and my depression seems like it happened decades ago. I've never felt so glad to be alive.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Under
Under the stairs was a little door, too small for anyone, except maybe a mouse. It was so odd, it had a little handle and a door knocker. I tired to open it a few times but it was always stuck. So one day I decided to knock. And to my suprise there was a jiggle and a wiggle as if someone was trying to open it up! After a moment the door flew open, sending a wave of dust in the commotion. A little mouse picked himself up where he had fallen, and dusted his top hat off in a huff. He fixed his vest and put his monocle back on. He looked up at me in surprise, but nodded his head as if to say 'hi'.
I nodded back and put my head to the floor, hoping to get a view beyond the door. The little mouse back up as I did and from what I could see was a world beyond belief. It looked like a little city set back in the ages. My eyes widen and a moved a little closer, only to have the door slammed on my nose. I rubbed the spot on my nose and looked at the door in wonder. Who knew such a thing was here! I pressed my ear to the wall and heard nothing at all. I pouted in defeat and knew to retreat but I would be back again to see.
I nodded back and put my head to the floor, hoping to get a view beyond the door. The little mouse back up as I did and from what I could see was a world beyond belief. It looked like a little city set back in the ages. My eyes widen and a moved a little closer, only to have the door slammed on my nose. I rubbed the spot on my nose and looked at the door in wonder. Who knew such a thing was here! I pressed my ear to the wall and heard nothing at all. I pouted in defeat and knew to retreat but I would be back again to see.
Tumble
Turning over and over again,
Upside down, right side up,
Maze of colors,
Blue, green, brown and such,
Lying face up all covered in brush,
Exhausted, but that was so fun~
Upside down, right side up,
Maze of colors,
Blue, green, brown and such,
Lying face up all covered in brush,
Exhausted, but that was so fun~
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Simple
It was supposed to be simple really.
The directions were right there...
But then why does it seem so impossible?
I'm on my last piece of fresh paper.
I'm gunna do it right this time.
...
It really isn't simple.
Even though it says 'For Beginners' on the front.
Now I'm out of paper that's not mutilated...
I'll never be able to make an origami boat.
The directions were right there...
But then why does it seem so impossible?
I'm on my last piece of fresh paper.
I'm gunna do it right this time.
...
It really isn't simple.
Even though it says 'For Beginners' on the front.
Now I'm out of paper that's not mutilated...
I'll never be able to make an origami boat.
Refreshing
'There is nothing as refreshing as this,' Gazelle thought as he laid in the large oak tree at the edge of the forest. The sun was set up high but the large and looming branches of the tree shaded him nicely and the breeze cooled off any sweat left from his walk out.
He had just escaped the clutches of his elder sister for scaring costumers off again. Something about it being bad for business. Gazelle didn't care if people came to the shop or not, as long as he got to do what he enjoyed, train. Gazelle trained so much so that it seemed like a religion to him. Many thought he was just training to be prepared to enlist in the Empire's Military, but Gazelle had much higher ambitions than that.
He wanted to live a fairly simple life. Being a nomad and traveling where ever he pleased. No one would bother him and if they did he could defend himself quiet well. He was sick of the ridge rules of society or the demands the Empire placed on it's people and he just wanted out.
In a sense training gave him a way out. Not for the pay off that would come in the future but for the now. It let him escape into his own world of burning muscle, fierce determination and solitude. He enjoyed the fact that no one bothered him when they saw that sword in his hand. And that no one dare approach when he managed to find a wrestling partner stupid enough to think that had a shot at him. The only one who dared to interrupt was his sister Rhapsody. Not even her husband had tried to interrupt when he first saw that cold look smoothed across Gazelle's face.
It was refreshing to know he had at least one escape for the time being.
He had just escaped the clutches of his elder sister for scaring costumers off again. Something about it being bad for business. Gazelle didn't care if people came to the shop or not, as long as he got to do what he enjoyed, train. Gazelle trained so much so that it seemed like a religion to him. Many thought he was just training to be prepared to enlist in the Empire's Military, but Gazelle had much higher ambitions than that.
He wanted to live a fairly simple life. Being a nomad and traveling where ever he pleased. No one would bother him and if they did he could defend himself quiet well. He was sick of the ridge rules of society or the demands the Empire placed on it's people and he just wanted out.
In a sense training gave him a way out. Not for the pay off that would come in the future but for the now. It let him escape into his own world of burning muscle, fierce determination and solitude. He enjoyed the fact that no one bothered him when they saw that sword in his hand. And that no one dare approach when he managed to find a wrestling partner stupid enough to think that had a shot at him. The only one who dared to interrupt was his sister Rhapsody. Not even her husband had tried to interrupt when he first saw that cold look smoothed across Gazelle's face.
It was refreshing to know he had at least one escape for the time being.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Quest
It had always been my dream. Ever since I grew up listening to my mother tell me old Wivestales. I loved the lore of it all. The gallant fights of the brave men fighting for what they believed in, the triumph of acquiring their boon. The joy and praise they received from their home town and even sometimes the King or Queen themselves.
I always wanted to go on a quest. One full of adventure and mystery and excitement. That's what I dreamed of. Excitement. It's what my common life needed. I needed it to live fully. To live like those rogues who wandered past our little farm house at night.
The day I knew my quest began was the day I knew I was finally getting the excitement that severely lacked in my life. I heard rumors in the town's tavern when my father had asked me to deliver a cartful of ale. There was a group of rambunctious Plainspeople who were talking animatedly of what they witness out South, towards the Dead Wastes.
They were talking of great Giants, who were unexpectedly nice. Of nymphs who seduce men and women alike only to ripe out and consume your souls. Of the people-animals they referred to as Tribe of the Korah, fierce warriors and a group of very proud people. I was so enthralled in their story I hadn't even noticed I had moved forward until I was just behind them listening intently like the rest of the Traven goers’ about.
One woman caught my eye as she finished her part of the tale and raised her eyebrows at me. She looked me over as if inspecting a horse. She nudged the man next to her and gestured towards me and whispered something lost in the throws of conversation. I felt exposed all of a sudden and the need to leave. But as I turned about the woman got up and approached me. She was nearly as tall as me, taller than any woman I had ever seen before. She had the distinctive looks of a Plainswoman: White washed hair, a tanned complexion, black lips and abnormal piercing gold eyes. Her eyes were outlined in black only enhancing the fierce look in them. She had tattoos that spiraled away from her eyes and down the sides of her face, as if she were wearing a mask.
She grinned at me and from her mouth I could see the flash of sharpened teeth, glinting at me.
"Hallow Curious Un', why leavin' so?" Her accent wasn't as heavy as the others at her table but it was a bit broken.
I tilted my head and cocked an eyebrow. I was feeling uncomfortable but knew better than to ignore a Plainsfolk. It was a great insult to them. "How de'. I have to be gettin' back to work. Ale doesn't deliver itself," I nodded a polite goodbye and tried to pass her but she side stepped with me, clearly wanting something.
"Ah~! You the farm with all the sweet mintka!" Her smile (if you could call it that) brighten right up. She yelled something back to her group and they gave a roarous cheer and called a few remarks back in Tolldi, the native language of the Plainsfolk.
I could only assume 'mintka' meant grapes for our small farm house did have quiet a large vineyard growing. "Yes, that would be the farm I live on. Now if you'll excuse me I really must be going," I didn't really want to go but I felt the need to leave as soon as she had locked eyes with me. Something about it had set me uneasy and I did not enjoy it.
"Ah! Ah! Ate! Ate!" She stepped in front of me again. "Ale full tonight. Room to settle in barn for night, ah? We pay good. An tell more tales of the South. Maybe even Curious Farm Un' would like to join in travels? Makola," She gestured to the man she had been talking to about me, he gazed at me with a hard expression and gave a solemn nod. His light grey eyes quiet frankly disturbed me. And his face tattoos didn't help. It looked as if he was crying tears of blood, from his dark painted eyes. "He thinks right of you. He says you have strong an brave soul. Very good goose when moving South. Much needed!" She nodded her head.
I almost corrected her on the miss use of the word but thought better of it. Plainsfolk were an odd people. No one knew much about them but all who were invited to join them never declined. There was something about them. Something alluring and boundless that everyone sought once they met one. I could understand some of the stories now of how women just left their husbands to traverse off with a Plainsman or how a man left his whole farm for a free life with the Plaispeople.
I could feel the pull. And I knew I needed it. For if I didn't take it I know I would regret it for the rest of my life.
"Alright. Come tonight to the farm, you know where it is?" She nodded her head smiling and showing off her sharpened teeth. "Good. You all can stay in the barn and I will think about joining you,"
Her smile faltered and she looked me in the eye. Studying me hard. "Ah~ Must come. Good for strong soul. Curious Un' is much in need. Nomina the Wise has told me! No think. Just do," And with that she sutured off to her table, relaying the news to her kinfolk.
I found my way out the Tavern and stood there for a long while, wondering what just happened. My need to hear more of the tale was great but the fact of leaving my Farm was scary in a way. Going into the unknown. But it had been all I ever wanted right? What would Father think? Surely he would disagree. His oldest leaving to go with the Plainsfolk. I doubt he'd even let the people stay the night in the barn. But I had already told them they could and going back on my word was something I learned long ago to never do.
Climbing up the cart and heading back out to the Farm I wondered over what to do, what to say and how to go about it all when I got to my father. But I knew I had to go. That resolution I got to as my Farm house came into view.
Penny
She was as sweet as Cotton Candy.
As cheerful as Daylight.
She was the color of Fire Smoke,
But she had the prettiest Green Eyes.
She was Feisty,
But never Mean.
She Loved Me Unconditionally.
I took her for Granted.
I would be lieing if I said I didn't Miss Her.
But I couldn't do anything to stop her Accident.
Every time I look at Him I Think Of Her.
He's the complete Opposite.
He's the color of Dirty Mist.
He has Piercing Blue Eyes.
He's Mean,
And Aloft.
But I Love Him Unconditionally.
He takes me for Granted.
And I would be lieing if I said I Don't Mind.
He is Jasper.
And She was Penny.
But They Both Are Forever Mine.
As cheerful as Daylight.
She was the color of Fire Smoke,
But she had the prettiest Green Eyes.
She was Feisty,
But never Mean.
She Loved Me Unconditionally.
I took her for Granted.
I would be lieing if I said I didn't Miss Her.
But I couldn't do anything to stop her Accident.
Every time I look at Him I Think Of Her.
He's the complete Opposite.
He's the color of Dirty Mist.
He has Piercing Blue Eyes.
He's Mean,
And Aloft.
But I Love Him Unconditionally.
He takes me for Granted.
And I would be lieing if I said I Don't Mind.
He is Jasper.
And She was Penny.
But They Both Are Forever Mine.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Overcooked
The pan was crusted with the sad burnt remains of what was suppose to be an egg.
Black smoke rose from the pan and the smoke alarm had just finished going off.
The place reeked of a ashy, burnt, musk.
Scraping as hard as I couldIt was near immpossible to get the remains off the pan.
And after trying so hard!
This was the thrid attempt and yet frying a simple egg was just something I couldn't do...
I guess it's back to cereal and toast...
Black smoke rose from the pan and the smoke alarm had just finished going off.
The place reeked of a ashy, burnt, musk.
Scraping as hard as I couldIt was near immpossible to get the remains off the pan.
And after trying so hard!
This was the thrid attempt and yet frying a simple egg was just something I couldn't do...
I guess it's back to cereal and toast...
New Born
It's coming! It's coming!
Is all anyone can think about.
He'll be here soon, no doubt.
He's going to be adorable.
It's a given.
He's an Andres Family Member.
The First in a new Generation.
I want nothing more than to just hold him.
I'm exstatic! Yet What if I mess up?
Will he be disappointed?
Will he look at me differently?
I want to be the best. The Best Aunt he's ever had.
I want to laugh and cry and hold him.
I want him to know how much I love him.
From the bottom of my Heart.
Is all anyone can think about.
He'll be here soon, no doubt.
He's going to be adorable.
It's a given.
He's an Andres Family Member.
The First in a new Generation.
I want nothing more than to just hold him.
I'm exstatic! Yet What if I mess up?
Will he be disappointed?
Will he look at me differently?
I want to be the best. The Best Aunt he's ever had.
I want to laugh and cry and hold him.
I want him to know how much I love him.
From the bottom of my Heart.
Milk Tea
Creamy smooth and soft.
Bitter and sweet all at once.
An appaling brown liquid,
Of delicious wistfulness.
Perfect on a hot summer day,
But even better on a cold winter's night.
Hot or Cold,
A Simple thing.
But It brings so much happiness when I'm stuck in between.
Bitter and sweet all at once.
An appaling brown liquid,
Of delicious wistfulness.
Perfect on a hot summer day,
But even better on a cold winter's night.
Hot or Cold,
A Simple thing.
But It brings so much happiness when I'm stuck in between.
Ladybug
To see a ladybug in your dream, symbolizes beauty, and good luck. The dream may be a pun on something that is bugging your (Or a lady's) life.
The book snapped shut with a flurry of dust, sprialing into the air. 'What a bunch of bull,' Lily thought. Normally she wouldn't be even looking at these books of her mother's but she couldn't ignore the fact anymore. Every night she dreamed of this giant forest. Greater than any Red Wood she's ever seen and far more vast than the Rainforest she had watched so many shows about. It was absolutely beautiful and breath taking. The first time she ever dreamed about it she woke up crying and wanting nothing more than to go back.
But now she wished for nothing but for the dreams to stop. They began to turn sour. The forest was rotting and it's light was fading. But most of all, all the Ladybugs had disappeared. They weren't normal Ladybugs... They looked like fairies. They had tiny human like bodies but big black glossy eyes. They could fit in the palm of your hand but they often tried to bite you if you touched them.
They were mischief makers. All of them. But Lily loved them. They played with her. Whether it was a cruel joke or a fun game of hide and go seek. She loved these Ladybugs and was distraught to find them gone one day. They had just up and left this dream of her's. The part of the Forest dying hadn't even gotten near their homes. And now they were gone. And Lily wanted nothing more than to find them again.
The book snapped shut with a flurry of dust, sprialing into the air. 'What a bunch of bull,' Lily thought. Normally she wouldn't be even looking at these books of her mother's but she couldn't ignore the fact anymore. Every night she dreamed of this giant forest. Greater than any Red Wood she's ever seen and far more vast than the Rainforest she had watched so many shows about. It was absolutely beautiful and breath taking. The first time she ever dreamed about it she woke up crying and wanting nothing more than to go back.
But now she wished for nothing but for the dreams to stop. They began to turn sour. The forest was rotting and it's light was fading. But most of all, all the Ladybugs had disappeared. They weren't normal Ladybugs... They looked like fairies. They had tiny human like bodies but big black glossy eyes. They could fit in the palm of your hand but they often tried to bite you if you touched them.
They were mischief makers. All of them. But Lily loved them. They played with her. Whether it was a cruel joke or a fun game of hide and go seek. She loved these Ladybugs and was distraught to find them gone one day. They had just up and left this dream of her's. The part of the Forest dying hadn't even gotten near their homes. And now they were gone. And Lily wanted nothing more than to find them again.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Knight
The armour was beautiful. Specically made to suit his every curve and brood shoulders. Yet at the same time it looked impending. Dangerous. Evil.
It may serve it's purpose of protection but at the same time it'll serve it's purpose to kill. Kill the enemy.
The More he though about it the less glorious Knighthood seemed. It had been a nice step up from being a mere page boy but at the same time the Knights he had idolized were immoral men. Indulging in skin and booze, whenever they had the chance. Treating the ones the were suppose to be protecting as dirt under their feet.
Was this really the life he wanted to live?
But who was to say he had to live this kind of life?
He could go rogue. Be like those legends of Robinhood.
Steal from the rich and give to the poor.
But That would be going against the Queen. Someone who knew not of the treachery her soldiers committed. But Loved them without bounds. To go against someone so loyal to him when he had done nothing for her so far, would feel like the greatest sin of all...
It may serve it's purpose of protection but at the same time it'll serve it's purpose to kill. Kill the enemy.
The More he though about it the less glorious Knighthood seemed. It had been a nice step up from being a mere page boy but at the same time the Knights he had idolized were immoral men. Indulging in skin and booze, whenever they had the chance. Treating the ones the were suppose to be protecting as dirt under their feet.
Was this really the life he wanted to live?
But who was to say he had to live this kind of life?
He could go rogue. Be like those legends of Robinhood.
Steal from the rich and give to the poor.
But That would be going against the Queen. Someone who knew not of the treachery her soldiers committed. But Loved them without bounds. To go against someone so loyal to him when he had done nothing for her so far, would feel like the greatest sin of all...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Juneberry
It had always been his favorite tree.
It was beautiful... As beautiful as a dying tree could be.
The trunk was twisted off into odd directions and only half of the branches had the pretty white flowers in bloom.
If you walked around the tree you got the impression of all four seasons.
Winter - Bare.
Spring - Blooming Flowers.
Summer - Berries abound
Fall- Leaves desending leaving branches lonely.
The Juneberries that the Summer side held were delicious.
Ripe, sweet, plump and juicy.
Finger staining and good for painting.
This would always be his favorite tree. Even after it died.
There would be no other like it.
Out in the middle of these woods.
It stood alone.
It was beautiful... As beautiful as a dying tree could be.
The trunk was twisted off into odd directions and only half of the branches had the pretty white flowers in bloom.
If you walked around the tree you got the impression of all four seasons.
Winter - Bare.
Spring - Blooming Flowers.
Summer - Berries abound
Fall- Leaves desending leaving branches lonely.
The Juneberries that the Summer side held were delicious.
Ripe, sweet, plump and juicy.
Finger staining and good for painting.
This would always be his favorite tree. Even after it died.
There would be no other like it.
Out in the middle of these woods.
It stood alone.
Ignite
A burning sensation dancing across your skin,
A blaze of fire plooming up and above.
So warm, so hot, so addictive. Can't stop.
You're life is on the line but this is what you are.
A vile liquid sits in your mouth.
Just asking to be spit out.
As the flame travels closer; you let it spray.
Yellow, orange, red explode in the fray.
The heat shinges you're lips,
But you smile in happiness.
This is what you do.
You twirl and dance,
With a substance so deadly,
You don't stand a chance.
A blaze of fire plooming up and above.
So warm, so hot, so addictive. Can't stop.
You're life is on the line but this is what you are.
A vile liquid sits in your mouth.
Just asking to be spit out.
As the flame travels closer; you let it spray.
Yellow, orange, red explode in the fray.
The heat shinges you're lips,
But you smile in happiness.
This is what you do.
You twirl and dance,
With a substance so deadly,
You don't stand a chance.
Haberdasher
I was 37 years old when I first walked into Hans' Haberdashery shop in the year 1887. On first glance the modest shop look like a stockpile of ruffled shirts and torn coats with non descript stains from god knows where. The owner came out of his back room to come and greet me and my fiance Rebecca. The man, Hans, at least I assumed was a stocky boy whom I wouldn't be surprised running wildly through fields of golden wheat. He spoke in a odd accent that I couldn't quite place but if I had to try I would place it somewhere among the polynesian islands. He fit me into a old tattered wreck of a suit capped with a ancient bow tie that was home to the local flea population. I would return to Hans's shop numerous times in my life, sure the shop was musty and smelled like a unique mixture of death and polyester. But it was never busy and Hans always had the perfect suit for any occasion ranging from my wedding, my kid's graduation and even my death. My son Andrew runs the shop now, holding it to it's less than sub par standard and welcoming the one or two customers that would just so happen to wander in. Hans' is a relic of time long gone by, but it's doors (although it has none) will always be open for any young would be suit buyer or dust enthusiast.
Gluttony
To eat, comsume, devour at an unholy rate.
To over indulge.
Can you suffer the sin of Gluttony if you indulge in Life?
Beezelbub was once worshiped for being the 'Lord of Heavenly Dwellings',
Now he's known as the 'Lord of Flies'.
What made the dramatic change?
To over indulge.
Can you suffer the sin of Gluttony if you indulge in Life?
Beezelbub was once worshiped for being the 'Lord of Heavenly Dwellings',
Now he's known as the 'Lord of Flies'.
What made the dramatic change?
Fluent
"Ohiayo!" The morning was crisp.
"Daijoubuka? ... Miyagi-Chan?" A nod of the head and a smile for reasurance. Still not believing but pushing the problem aside for the moment her friend goes on. Though Miyagi only catches the last bit.
"-kimi ga iru tawagoto no fukoru!" Miyagi stops and looks at her friend in quizzical annoyance.
"Nani?" Her friend just laughs.
All around them people hustle on with thier own days. Heading down into the subways, onto buses, into taxi's and pushing their way through the streets. Miyagi is caught up in all of this, barely paying attention to her friend's chit chat. All the signs are in a different language, nothing really makes sense besides the random stop sign or exit sign above the doors. The currenecy is odd too. Green bills with old peoples faces on them, marked in numbers she's only barely fimiliar with. She's only here visiting her friend but she knows she should have brushed up on her English. Though her friend is fluent enough to get them both by, Miyagi feels lost in this strange yet oddly fimiliar world.
"Daijoubuka? ... Miyagi-Chan?" A nod of the head and a smile for reasurance. Still not believing but pushing the problem aside for the moment her friend goes on. Though Miyagi only catches the last bit.
"-kimi ga iru tawagoto no fukoru!" Miyagi stops and looks at her friend in quizzical annoyance.
"Nani?" Her friend just laughs.
All around them people hustle on with thier own days. Heading down into the subways, onto buses, into taxi's and pushing their way through the streets. Miyagi is caught up in all of this, barely paying attention to her friend's chit chat. All the signs are in a different language, nothing really makes sense besides the random stop sign or exit sign above the doors. The currenecy is odd too. Green bills with old peoples faces on them, marked in numbers she's only barely fimiliar with. She's only here visiting her friend but she knows she should have brushed up on her English. Though her friend is fluent enough to get them both by, Miyagi feels lost in this strange yet oddly fimiliar world.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Elusive
Not under the bed...
Not behind the dresser...
Not in my pants pocket...
Not even under the couch cushions!
Clothes sent flying,
Tables brushed off clean.
Chairs tipped over,
and even the laundry hamper is emptied.
All for a phone,
Sitting comfortably on a pillow atop the bed.
Not behind the dresser...
Not in my pants pocket...
Not even under the couch cushions!
Clothes sent flying,
Tables brushed off clean.
Chairs tipped over,
and even the laundry hamper is emptied.
All for a phone,
Sitting comfortably on a pillow atop the bed.
Detector
Lock on!
Target in sight!
"All is a go,"
Lock and loaded.
Now to wait.
"He's got a radar detector,"
Now you're the one in sight.
He's locked onto you.
"It's time to run,"
Target in sight!
"All is a go,"
Lock and loaded.
Now to wait.
"He's got a radar detector,"
Now you're the one in sight.
He's locked onto you.
"It's time to run,"
Telling A Fortune
You will take a strange journey...
From the Sea to the Sky.
All around you you will find,
Lost scenery from a land before time.
Breath taking as it maybe,
Don't you dare forget where you will be.
This Lost Land of wonder and joy,
Is the first step to finding the boy.
Remember what he said to you so long ago,
"I promise!" Now it's your turn to go.
He's waiting in the place he promised.
Awaiting with arms stretched out and smile at it's brightest.
From the Sea to the Sky.
All around you you will find,
Lost scenery from a land before time.
Breath taking as it maybe,
Don't you dare forget where you will be.
This Lost Land of wonder and joy,
Is the first step to finding the boy.
Remember what he said to you so long ago,
"I promise!" Now it's your turn to go.
He's waiting in the place he promised.
Awaiting with arms stretched out and smile at it's brightest.
Castle
Spiraling towers and long stone walls.
Guards keeping look out, with soft lantures aglow.
Tucked away in their beds, everyone sleeps.
The King And Queen, bed warmed by coals, slumber peacefully, all too known.
Mice skitter and scatter through the pantry at night.
Unbeknowest to the cook, which this would surely fright.
Dark clouds roll over the valley in the night.
Blocking out the stars and every drop of moonlight.
Thunder is thought to be heard in the distance.
A long low rumble traveling through the moutains.
Guards turn their heads as the sound gets louder.
This is no thunder but a seige of the tower.
Men and horses abound,
Arrows flying without a sound.
The Guards go down one by one.
As the Gate is lurched open, the enemies act as if they've won.
Knights have prepared themselves, waked from a wonderous sleep
Slightly they move now towards the keep.
At all costs the King must be saved.
The Queen is in hysteria about the children becoming slaves.
Knights bustle them out through the back of the Castle.
It seemed the enemy troops were prepared for the hassel.
The End is near,
Everyone fears.
The Castle is theirs for the taking,
Unbeknownest to all a miracle was in the making.
Guards keeping look out, with soft lantures aglow.
Tucked away in their beds, everyone sleeps.
The King And Queen, bed warmed by coals, slumber peacefully, all too known.
Mice skitter and scatter through the pantry at night.
Unbeknowest to the cook, which this would surely fright.
Dark clouds roll over the valley in the night.
Blocking out the stars and every drop of moonlight.
Thunder is thought to be heard in the distance.
A long low rumble traveling through the moutains.
Guards turn their heads as the sound gets louder.
This is no thunder but a seige of the tower.
Men and horses abound,
Arrows flying without a sound.
The Guards go down one by one.
As the Gate is lurched open, the enemies act as if they've won.
Knights have prepared themselves, waked from a wonderous sleep
Slightly they move now towards the keep.
At all costs the King must be saved.
The Queen is in hysteria about the children becoming slaves.
Knights bustle them out through the back of the Castle.
It seemed the enemy troops were prepared for the hassel.
The End is near,
Everyone fears.
The Castle is theirs for the taking,
Unbeknownest to all a miracle was in the making.
Belphegor
Known For Many Things.
A Prince Of Hell,
A Demon of Sloth,
A Courier Of Vanity.
Grotesque. Evil. Lord Of The Openings.
Tempter of Wealth And Riches.
Bringer Of Depression.
While Lady Gaga May Find Herself Clinging To Judas. I Find Myself Clinging To Belphegor.
A Prince Of Hell,
A Demon of Sloth,
A Courier Of Vanity.
Grotesque. Evil. Lord Of The Openings.
Tempter of Wealth And Riches.
Bringer Of Depression.
While Lady Gaga May Find Herself Clinging To Judas. I Find Myself Clinging To Belphegor.
Appease
To Follow Demands.
To Meet All Requirements.
To Make Sure Your Happiness Is Above All.
To Do As Told Even If I Disaprove.
Why?
Maybe It's To Avoid Conflict.
Maybe It's Because I Like To.
Either Way I Live To Please You.
To Meet All Requirements.
To Make Sure Your Happiness Is Above All.
To Do As Told Even If I Disaprove.
Why?
Maybe It's To Avoid Conflict.
Maybe It's Because I Like To.
Either Way I Live To Please You.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Paradise of Strangers
Swirling Figures
Dancing Lights
Colors Beyond One's Delight
Exquisite Food
A Heavenly Breeze
Sunset Scenery
This Must Be A Dream!
Looking Around You Spot Someone You Know
Running Full Speed Scream, "Can You Believe!"
But As You Get Closer
You Realized You're Mistaken
You Apologize Profusely
Looking Around You Don't Spot Anyone You Know
But That's Not Right...
You Weren't Here Alone
Were You?
Dancing Lights
Colors Beyond One's Delight
Exquisite Food
A Heavenly Breeze
Sunset Scenery
This Must Be A Dream!
Looking Around You Spot Someone You Know
Running Full Speed Scream, "Can You Believe!"
But As You Get Closer
You Realized You're Mistaken
You Apologize Profusely
Looking Around You Don't Spot Anyone You Know
But That's Not Right...
You Weren't Here Alone
Were You?
Number Three Most Read Book In The World
Harry Potter.
I was suprised at the list that I hadn't read mostly any of the other books.
400 Million Copies. I find that insane. But I think the book deserves it. It's not only entertaining but all the thought put behind making up a new world, combining real world events with fictional events. Taking things like common fairytales and showing a whole different light on it. It gets you thinking.
I've read a lot of fantasy books. But I think it was all because of Harry Potter that I even got into Fantasy. It's inspiring to the point that I want to write a Novel one day :]
I was suprised at the list that I hadn't read mostly any of the other books.
400 Million Copies. I find that insane. But I think the book deserves it. It's not only entertaining but all the thought put behind making up a new world, combining real world events with fictional events. Taking things like common fairytales and showing a whole different light on it. It gets you thinking.
I've read a lot of fantasy books. But I think it was all because of Harry Potter that I even got into Fantasy. It's inspiring to the point that I want to write a Novel one day :]
Finishing Unspoken Words
One Day We'll Stop Waiting For Change
With Our Hands in Our Pokects
Stop Wishing Through Windows
We Know Have Been Shut
And Surrender Suspision
To a Smudge On a
Chemical Sky....
One Day We'll Start Making a Diffenence
With Our Hands and Minds Put Togethering
Working Hard
We'll Keep Wishing,
But With The Windows Wide Open
To Connect Dreams And Reality
We'll Retailiate Against Doubt
So Our Future Will Look Bright
With Clear Skies.
With Our Hands in Our Pokects
Stop Wishing Through Windows
We Know Have Been Shut
And Surrender Suspision
To a Smudge On a
Chemical Sky....
One Day We'll Start Making a Diffenence
With Our Hands and Minds Put Togethering
Working Hard
We'll Keep Wishing,
But With The Windows Wide Open
To Connect Dreams And Reality
We'll Retailiate Against Doubt
So Our Future Will Look Bright
With Clear Skies.
Doon Castle From The Loch
This reminds me so much of Ireland. And I really miss it. It's odd because for a while now I've been wanting to get back to living a simpilar life. Well simpilar may not be the right words. It wouldn't be easy living on a farm but for some reason I really want to. And This picture struck home to me. I wouldn't mind milking some cows or going out and feeding the chickens. I always had a love of animals and something about living on a farm and just working hard sounds like a nice distraction from life. You know it's odd. I've heard people say that they think they were born in the wrong era. But I've never heard anyone say they think they were born in the wrong area. And I can't help but shake it but it kinda feels that way for me.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
A Man of Words and Not of Deeds is Like a Garden Full of Weeds
Anyone can talk lovely words to you. Make you think that they will do it or that you are the most important one to them. But it's until they show you through their deeds. Even if it's simply showing up to hang out with you. It's better than just words planning t o hang out but never coming to fruitation.
If someone can only tell you empty promises and tall tales then it's like having a garden of weeds. Ugly to look at and in no way helpful.
It's when that person shows you through their actions that you can take them seriously. That they are reliable. That they care. And are not just for show.
If someone can only tell you empty promises and tall tales then it's like having a garden of weeds. Ugly to look at and in no way helpful.
It's when that person shows you through their actions that you can take them seriously. That they are reliable. That they care. And are not just for show.
Poetry 180 - The Distances -Henry Rago
Stars of rings.
Midnight,
Spun, too huge
Rooms, roof
Room,
Secrecy:
Spiral
Ah, the distances!
Distances all!
we were held
holds and pulls, returnes slowly
bed slowly
pulls children sleeping
rooms with swellls
night that billows
night-filled
over the plains
stretchs wide in the dark
now this...
Midnight,
Spun, too huge
Rooms, roof
Room,
Secrecy:
Spiral
Ah, the distances!
Distances all!
we were held
holds and pulls, returnes slowly
bed slowly
pulls children sleeping
rooms with swellls
night that billows
night-filled
over the plains
stretchs wide in the dark
now this...
Loved Story from Childhood
Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see?
It wasn't just the simple story and the rhyming I enjoyed about this book when I was little. It was the art. It looked like everything was cut out of tissue paper and it was so animated and colorful in tones. I adored looking at the pictures.
And at one point I memorized the book and could recite the story whenever I felt like it.
It was almost like a Where's Waldo for children. Except it told you the answers to what was coming next.
It's one of my favorite childhood books and I think I still have it in my bookshelf somewhere.
It wasn't just the simple story and the rhyming I enjoyed about this book when I was little. It was the art. It looked like everything was cut out of tissue paper and it was so animated and colorful in tones. I adored looking at the pictures.
And at one point I memorized the book and could recite the story whenever I felt like it.
It was almost like a Where's Waldo for children. Except it told you the answers to what was coming next.
It's one of my favorite childhood books and I think I still have it in my bookshelf somewhere.
Poetry Prompt #42 - To love you from afar
I see you standing guard at the front of the house. All day every day.
Through rain, snow and blazing sun you stand strong.
Valient in white, firbished in sprialing gold, holding your red banner high when you have inportant news to deliver.
Waiting in earnest for the carrier to come and relive you of your galient mission.
Only to give you another. This time you stand down. And wait patiently.
Patiently until the house's Master relieves you and safely brings the notes of importance inside.
There you wait and stand gaurd yet again.
Through the night and day until you are needed once more.
An ever reliable sentryal.
You're a much more vital than I am. I am but a lowly lawn decoration.
Standing guard in a bed of dirt and slowly wilting flowers.
I smile none the less. Day to day. Enjoying my view of you from afar.
Maybe one day the Mistress will see it fit to move me to the flower bed at your feet.
Maybe there I will confess. Confess to you how much I've regarded you.
How much I envy you. How much I love you.
But what if I get turned away?
There will be no moving from my spot. I will be charged to guard the flowers you stand high over.
Will we fall into a lonely silence?
I pray as a dandiloin's sprouts blow by, spinning my colorful wheel that one day, I can stand by your side.
Whether in unbarible silence or complete bliss.
I wait for that day.
Through rain, snow and blazing sun you stand strong.
Valient in white, firbished in sprialing gold, holding your red banner high when you have inportant news to deliver.
Waiting in earnest for the carrier to come and relive you of your galient mission.
Only to give you another. This time you stand down. And wait patiently.
Patiently until the house's Master relieves you and safely brings the notes of importance inside.
There you wait and stand gaurd yet again.
Through the night and day until you are needed once more.
An ever reliable sentryal.
You're a much more vital than I am. I am but a lowly lawn decoration.
Standing guard in a bed of dirt and slowly wilting flowers.
I smile none the less. Day to day. Enjoying my view of you from afar.
Maybe one day the Mistress will see it fit to move me to the flower bed at your feet.
Maybe there I will confess. Confess to you how much I've regarded you.
How much I envy you. How much I love you.
But what if I get turned away?
There will be no moving from my spot. I will be charged to guard the flowers you stand high over.
Will we fall into a lonely silence?
I pray as a dandiloin's sprouts blow by, spinning my colorful wheel that one day, I can stand by your side.
Whether in unbarible silence or complete bliss.
I wait for that day.
Opinion Prompt 10# Job interview classes in Highschool/college
Personally I think having such a class would benifit every student taking the course. Most of the time no one tells you what they will ask of you during an interview and you're left to think of your feet. Which could be sink or swim. Simply because you're through off by an unexpected question doesn't mean you should lose your chance at the job.
By offering a class to help students expect what they will be going into will ease their minds, allow them to focus clearly and even have some predeterminded questions ready.
I think that a Job interview class is something every student who takes one will find extremely valuable throughout their lives.
By offering a class to help students expect what they will be going into will ease their minds, allow them to focus clearly and even have some predeterminded questions ready.
I think that a Job interview class is something every student who takes one will find extremely valuable throughout their lives.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Poetry Prompt #67 - Waiting For Your Dream
Shifting from foot to foot, a dull aching in your heels.
You've been standing for minutes, hours, days... Though you really haven't been.
You've just arrived. Yet you're so impatient.
Patience is the key they always say.
But this is too good to be patient for.
You've been waiting for years to meet him.
The one you spend all night talking to,
The one you told all your secrets to,
The one who understands you more than you understand yourself.
And yet you're nervous.
What if you don't meet the bar?
What if you're not what he's been looking for?
What if this is the end?
Yet it's not.
Because you know that those thoughts are just small doubts.
Small doubts that have no meaning, because you've known this man for years.
You'd know through the way he talked, typed, worded his sentences if he was no longer interested.
Now your feet rely ache because you have been standing there for an hour.
The plane was delayed but you can see the gate from where you stand.
There's no sign in your hands to welcome him. He knows every detail of you.
He could pick you out of a crowd faster than you could find Waldo.
You think you see him but a crowd of scurrying people flit to and fro.
Annoyance.
And yet a smile springs across your face as you're embraced from behind.
He was always a sneaky one. You know by the feel that this is the one you've been waiting for.
Turning you greet him with all the assurance and love you can give him.
Because you've waited long enough.
You've been standing for minutes, hours, days... Though you really haven't been.
You've just arrived. Yet you're so impatient.
Patience is the key they always say.
But this is too good to be patient for.
You've been waiting for years to meet him.
The one you spend all night talking to,
The one you told all your secrets to,
The one who understands you more than you understand yourself.
And yet you're nervous.
What if you don't meet the bar?
What if you're not what he's been looking for?
What if this is the end?
Yet it's not.
Because you know that those thoughts are just small doubts.
Small doubts that have no meaning, because you've known this man for years.
You'd know through the way he talked, typed, worded his sentences if he was no longer interested.
Now your feet rely ache because you have been standing there for an hour.
The plane was delayed but you can see the gate from where you stand.
There's no sign in your hands to welcome him. He knows every detail of you.
He could pick you out of a crowd faster than you could find Waldo.
You think you see him but a crowd of scurrying people flit to and fro.
Annoyance.
And yet a smile springs across your face as you're embraced from behind.
He was always a sneaky one. You know by the feel that this is the one you've been waiting for.
Turning you greet him with all the assurance and love you can give him.
Because you've waited long enough.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Stolen Lines
For several weeks now, I have been painting pictures of watermelons. Over and over again. Green to black to white to pink to freckles of tiny black dots across the soft pink surface.
It's looks nothing like a watermelon now. Just a circus of colorful splotches, smeared across the canvas. Maybe I should start over? Like I've done so many times before. Or Maybe I'll keep this one. I do enjoy the stretch lines of the melon. Though those could be mistaken for ripples in a pond.
Maybe I should make it a pond? Who would know the difference but I?
No. I can't be half hearted through this all.
A Watermelon. How hard can it be you ask? Well I have been at it for weeks now. Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's the way I'm approuching it that's wrong...
Should I lay on my side and paint it upside down?
I could throw paint on it. But I don't feel like cleaning that up...
"John come look at this. I think I'm done," My holler sang through out the old home, just as his heavy foot steps bellowed back at me. Waltzing in from some distant part of the house, my gangly man scratched his bushy chin and stared at the splotches on the canvas.
"It's a nice watermelon. I like how you drew it split open and spilling out. Lovely work darling," Tilting my head at my husband and looking at him as if he had lost his mind. It looked like crap. Maybe he was lying to me.
"Poppycock. Trying yanking my other leg," I scoffed. He chuckled lightly and patted my head before planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
"You, my dear, are deranged," That I might be. But this watermelon is the bane of my existance.
"I'm throwing it out," I started.
"Why? I was going to hang it above the fireplace..." He groaned.
"Why bother? It's rubbish!" At this point I threw my hands in the air. Having given up.
"Why not? I find it lovely," Stubborn man. I'll let him do as he pleases. But I'm throwing it in the river as soon as he's not looking.
It's looks nothing like a watermelon now. Just a circus of colorful splotches, smeared across the canvas. Maybe I should start over? Like I've done so many times before. Or Maybe I'll keep this one. I do enjoy the stretch lines of the melon. Though those could be mistaken for ripples in a pond.
Maybe I should make it a pond? Who would know the difference but I?
No. I can't be half hearted through this all.
A Watermelon. How hard can it be you ask? Well I have been at it for weeks now. Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's the way I'm approuching it that's wrong...
Should I lay on my side and paint it upside down?
I could throw paint on it. But I don't feel like cleaning that up...
"John come look at this. I think I'm done," My holler sang through out the old home, just as his heavy foot steps bellowed back at me. Waltzing in from some distant part of the house, my gangly man scratched his bushy chin and stared at the splotches on the canvas.
"It's a nice watermelon. I like how you drew it split open and spilling out. Lovely work darling," Tilting my head at my husband and looking at him as if he had lost his mind. It looked like crap. Maybe he was lying to me.
"Poppycock. Trying yanking my other leg," I scoffed. He chuckled lightly and patted my head before planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
"You, my dear, are deranged," That I might be. But this watermelon is the bane of my existance.
"I'm throwing it out," I started.
"Why? I was going to hang it above the fireplace..." He groaned.
"Why bother? It's rubbish!" At this point I threw my hands in the air. Having given up.
"Why not? I find it lovely," Stubborn man. I'll let him do as he pleases. But I'm throwing it in the river as soon as he's not looking.
Ugly, Hideous, Horrid Prompt#52
She laughs brightly and flicks her hair over her shoulder.
She hold her head high, looking down on everyone below her.
She sits on her perch and watches with Envy as girls, nowhere near as beautiful as she is, are picked by the dashing young men around them.
She watches and studies.
She can mimic those whores to a T.
So she does.
She lures in a handful of men. Young, strapping and nothing but full of moral intentions.
She feels so brilliant, she has what every other girl wishes.
But slowly one by one the men realize her faults.
She's an empty shell.
Too self asorbed she doesn't notice the men slowly slipping away.
Until she is alone. Comepletly and utterly alone.
A scowl dances across her face.
She stands and lashes out to all who can hear.
The monster she sealed up inside has finaly leaked out.
A grotesque thing, that only cares for herself, that never extends a hand of help or loose change for the needy.
As beautiful her shell was. Her Insides were nothing more than a black burning liquid of acid and formaldehyde.
She hold her head high, looking down on everyone below her.
She sits on her perch and watches with Envy as girls, nowhere near as beautiful as she is, are picked by the dashing young men around them.
She watches and studies.
She can mimic those whores to a T.
So she does.
She lures in a handful of men. Young, strapping and nothing but full of moral intentions.
She feels so brilliant, she has what every other girl wishes.
But slowly one by one the men realize her faults.
She's an empty shell.
Too self asorbed she doesn't notice the men slowly slipping away.
Until she is alone. Comepletly and utterly alone.
A scowl dances across her face.
She stands and lashes out to all who can hear.
The monster she sealed up inside has finaly leaked out.
A grotesque thing, that only cares for herself, that never extends a hand of help or loose change for the needy.
As beautiful her shell was. Her Insides were nothing more than a black burning liquid of acid and formaldehyde.
March 14th entry
Others brings me great joy.
Seeing nothing I do can to help frustrates me to no end.
Disaster creates in me deep sadness.
I am grateful for the love of others.
Knowing I can help grants me peace.
Insects scares me beyond belief.
I find acceptance from My will to push forward.
Rudeness surprises me.
I am utterly disgusted by Intolerance.
Anxiety is created in my life by social expectantions.
I am ashamed that I don't keep close contanct with my friends.
I have never felt more grief than when I thought I lost my best friend.
More than anything I hope for a chance to help others.
I worry too much about what people think of me.
I still fell guilty when I don't think I lived up to someone else expectations.
Sometimes, I envy one's ability to relax.
My Art makes me very proud.
I am most offended when people act ignorant.
I feel most happy when I think of my friends.
Seeing nothing I do can to help frustrates me to no end.
Disaster creates in me deep sadness.
I am grateful for the love of others.
Knowing I can help grants me peace.
Insects scares me beyond belief.
I find acceptance from My will to push forward.
Rudeness surprises me.
I am utterly disgusted by Intolerance.
Anxiety is created in my life by social expectantions.
I am ashamed that I don't keep close contanct with my friends.
I have never felt more grief than when I thought I lost my best friend.
More than anything I hope for a chance to help others.
I worry too much about what people think of me.
I still fell guilty when I don't think I lived up to someone else expectations.
Sometimes, I envy one's ability to relax.
My Art makes me very proud.
I am most offended when people act ignorant.
I feel most happy when I think of my friends.
3# Poetry Prompt - A Letter You'll Never See
I've seen you.
I've met you.
I've held your hand,
And laughed with you.
You're a continuos reoccurrence in my life.
A constant thought.
A Lovely thought. Brash and unattainable.
A crippling realization. Unattainable.
You laugh and smile at me with blinding radiance.
And while I cover my eyes,
Those few seconds of darkness leave me barren.
Wanting nothing more than to let myself be blinded by you.
But this is all but a dream.
A Wish.
Something I ask for every time I see 11:11
But for now I'll pretend.
I'll pretend to be happy just being by your side.
I'll pretend to smile along with you,
Hoping my farce doesn't slump it's way through.
For now I'm fine with pretending.
Even though I know you will never be mine.
I've met you.
I've held your hand,
And laughed with you.
You're a continuos reoccurrence in my life.
A constant thought.
A Lovely thought. Brash and unattainable.
A crippling realization. Unattainable.
You laugh and smile at me with blinding radiance.
And while I cover my eyes,
Those few seconds of darkness leave me barren.
Wanting nothing more than to let myself be blinded by you.
But this is all but a dream.
A Wish.
Something I ask for every time I see 11:11
But for now I'll pretend.
I'll pretend to be happy just being by your side.
I'll pretend to smile along with you,
Hoping my farce doesn't slump it's way through.
For now I'm fine with pretending.
Even though I know you will never be mine.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Opinion Prompt #13 - Time, Time, Time. It's Slipping away
Time. It's a shame to waste it. Something you could be using to better yourself. Not just make money. Money doesn't make the world go round. The Time and choices with others is what makes your world go round. Money will buy you nice things and keep your roof over your head but you don't need to be working all the time if it's just to gain more and more money. Families die when money is the divider. You hurt the ones closest to you when you let yourself be consumed by money. The time you spend with others is more valuable then any amount of money. Because money will only buy you friends until you run out.
What Words and Actions Can't Display
Something that I want my words and actions to display is something warm and kind. Verses my hard and scally shell. I want people to be warmed by my appearance not cringe away into a dark corner. I want them to know I wouldn't even hurt a fly. Though I do find insects frightful. I want them to know I'll always be here to listen and to talk to. A Reminder that you're not as alone as you may think. Because being alone is scary. And No one should go through that.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Poetry Prompt #22- Astronomy
Burst of Fire, Cosmic Supernova
A wild card thrown into the pile.
Passive Implosion, Lying in Wait
A calm and discreet nature.
Infinite Beauty, A Deadly Solar Flare
Silicone injections.
A wild card thrown into the pile.
Passive Implosion, Lying in Wait
A calm and discreet nature.
Infinite Beauty, A Deadly Solar Flare
Silicone injections.
Crosswinds of the Universe, Part 2
BANG BANGBANGBANG!
Gunshots could be heard outside of the tavern. Well, only if you were really listening. The tavern was so noisy that one could barely hear anything over the music, laughter, and cheering. Every once in a while someone would glance at the door as they heard another round of gunshots. But on this planet, gunshots were pretty normal to hear. And the girly screams of men running for their lives were pretty normal too...right?
Only minutes before, Jotaru Joesi, a young woman with a powerful punch, stepped off of the steps of the inn and let out a yawn as she stretched her arms skyward. It was another day to look for work. Her brother told her that her best shot for a line of work would be to be hired by a big shot. Now a big shot in her mind only meant two things. The Seventh Sanctum and The Jade Empire. As Jotaru walked out toward the tavern, a few wolfy howls could be heard in her genreal direction. She turned her head to see a couple scraggly men whistling at her. This action made Jo rather angry. How dare they hoot and holler at a person such as herself? Didn't they know she was a man!?
"Th' hell you whistling at!?" She shouted at the men and pulled out her dual Desert Eagles. She shot once, then quickly three times. Instantly, the men screamed and ran. "I'll show you what to whistle at!" She growled and continued to shoot. Her right cybernetic eye locked onto one of the men and she ended up purposely shooting him in the shoulder. Her target went to the next and she shot him in the leg. The last in his arm. Once them men were a good enough distance away and rendered useless, Jo twirled her guns and placed them in their holsters before walking into the tavern.
Once inside, she looked around. Now...where were those big shots?
Gunshots could be heard outside of the tavern. Well, only if you were really listening. The tavern was so noisy that one could barely hear anything over the music, laughter, and cheering. Every once in a while someone would glance at the door as they heard another round of gunshots. But on this planet, gunshots were pretty normal to hear. And the girly screams of men running for their lives were pretty normal too...right?
Only minutes before, Jotaru Joesi, a young woman with a powerful punch, stepped off of the steps of the inn and let out a yawn as she stretched her arms skyward. It was another day to look for work. Her brother told her that her best shot for a line of work would be to be hired by a big shot. Now a big shot in her mind only meant two things. The Seventh Sanctum and The Jade Empire. As Jotaru walked out toward the tavern, a few wolfy howls could be heard in her genreal direction. She turned her head to see a couple scraggly men whistling at her. This action made Jo rather angry. How dare they hoot and holler at a person such as herself? Didn't they know she was a man!?
"Th' hell you whistling at!?" She shouted at the men and pulled out her dual Desert Eagles. She shot once, then quickly three times. Instantly, the men screamed and ran. "I'll show you what to whistle at!" She growled and continued to shoot. Her right cybernetic eye locked onto one of the men and she ended up purposely shooting him in the shoulder. Her target went to the next and she shot him in the leg. The last in his arm. Once them men were a good enough distance away and rendered useless, Jo twirled her guns and placed them in their holsters before walking into the tavern.
Once inside, she looked around. Now...where were those big shots?
On The Verge, Part 1 cont.
The Overcooked Cook
"Listen you shitty old geezer! I'm not going to take being thrown out of the damn Lolita! Hey! Get back here old man!" Loki's words fell on deaf ears as the other workers of the Lolita just shook their heads and offered meaningless words of condolence. Once Zeff decided on something it happened. Vexed beyond belief the irritated man was left with nothing more than a half pack of cigarettes, a lighter and 50 dollars in his pocket. "Shit" Was the only word to describe his situation.
Shouts of culinary commands drifted out into the tiny alleyways behind the Lolita as Loki made his way back into the crowded streets of midday. Embrose was a big city by his standards, it'd be more than easy enough to find a cheap place to sleep tonight as Zeff cooled down. That seemed to be the only downside to his life. When the craggy cook was in a bitter mood Loki was kicked out of not just the Lolita but his loft above the restaurant too. "Fifth time this month... What a bother..."
Pulling out a cigarette he chewed the end lightly before lighting up and letting the crowd pull him in every which direction. The crowd never seemed to thin out but the type of people he began to pass did, in very drastic ways. There were a lot less women around was the first thing he noticed, there were only ape like figures that seemed to represent women in some foreign comical way. Secondly there were many filth-ridden men about, men with tattoos and many more with missing teeth. And lastly the shops lining the sides of the street were peddled by shady folk dressed in dark colors with hidden faces.
Crosswinds of the Universe, Part 1
The Tavern was a mass of activity. Laughing and yelling could be heard down the street as it's inhabitants let loose into the night. Species from all over had gathered in the little tavern to compare bounties, have a drink or tell stories of their great adventures through space. A man and a woman danced on top a table as a crowd watched and cheered. They banged on the tables, with glasses and hands, to the music barely heard. Men jeered and whistled as the women walked by, slapping their backsides or pulling them onto their laps. The women giggled drunkenly or let loose a string of curses, that put many of these men to shame.
Among the chaos in the back of the room sat two motley groups. Less rowdy than everyone around them and much more serious. At least one individual was. She leaned back into the old battered chair and folded her arms. Fingers tapped angrily against her arm; clearly displeased with her current situation. On one hand she had a reason to rejoice. They got a new ship, their other one had been so old it was a surprise that it could break through the atmosphere without falling apart. On the other hand they had the Intergalactic United Planet's Chief Commander's map of Acolis. This version of the map depicted every nook and cranny of the solar system, making it an easy raid. And there was only one.
Sharing the map with another crew was not in Aço's agenda. If she had a full crew she wouldn't have needed to resort to another for assistance.
Among the chaos in the back of the room sat two motley groups. Less rowdy than everyone around them and much more serious. At least one individual was. She leaned back into the old battered chair and folded her arms. Fingers tapped angrily against her arm; clearly displeased with her current situation. On one hand she had a reason to rejoice. They got a new ship, their other one had been so old it was a surprise that it could break through the atmosphere without falling apart. On the other hand they had the Intergalactic United Planet's Chief Commander's map of Acolis. This version of the map depicted every nook and cranny of the solar system, making it an easy raid. And there was only one.
Sharing the map with another crew was not in Aço's agenda. If she had a full crew she wouldn't have needed to resort to another for assistance.
"My gut says to take the map and shoot every single one of you dead. My head says there is no honor in killing the ones who just helped you... Seeing as we stole this together, we have an equal share in it. So how 'bout I buy your half? How much do you want?" Aço raised and eyebrow at The Jade Empress. Aço was willing to spend all the money they had at the moment. The map would lead to an even bigger payout in the end.
The Paranormal, The Supernatural and Religion
I'm very much into the whole Paranormal thing. I believe there is something out there. So close, yet we can't see it. Now don't mix Paranormal and the Supernatural. Those are two completely different things. Though Ghost tend to fall into the Supernatural set.
Vampires, werewolves, fairies etc. I think they're cool but just not possible. So the difference in believing about in the Paranormal and the Supernatural? Probably has a lot to do with pop culture. Vamps, werewolves, ogres and what not are all glamour-up in movie, stories, not to say Ghosts aren't but odd things happen to you that you just can't explain. And when in life do you ever wake up to someone trying to drink your blood? Never.
Is it odd that I believe in the Paranormal even though I don't believe in God? I'm not sure what to believe except that if you're a good person you'll go somewhere good afterwards and vice versa. The whole idea of being reborn seems reasonable, just as the notion of no God seems plausible.
Vampires, werewolves, fairies etc. I think they're cool but just not possible. So the difference in believing about in the Paranormal and the Supernatural? Probably has a lot to do with pop culture. Vamps, werewolves, ogres and what not are all glamour-up in movie, stories, not to say Ghosts aren't but odd things happen to you that you just can't explain. And when in life do you ever wake up to someone trying to drink your blood? Never.
Is it odd that I believe in the Paranormal even though I don't believe in God? I'm not sure what to believe except that if you're a good person you'll go somewhere good afterwards and vice versa. The whole idea of being reborn seems reasonable, just as the notion of no God seems plausible.
On The Verge, Part 1 cont.
The Overcooked Cook
The sun was directly overhead and the air hung heavy. The noisy street assaulted every sense in a dizzying blur. Merchants called out their wares and prices, feet rumbled like thunder as too many people busied the narrow streets and children's trill voices floated over the heavy baritone of the midday rush. Taking a deep breath of the hot and musky air Loki walked at a leisurely pace down the road back to the Lolita -his home and work place- freshly bought fish in hand. As he retreated into the crowded restaurant he was met with the roar of Zeff from the kitchen door way.
"Listen here you shitty cook, we've got costumers waiting. What the hell took you so long?" Zeff bellowed, as Loki remained calm in the face of the costumers. There were ladies around. It was unacceptable to act like a brute in their presence. Slowly he made his way into the back of the kitchen -not before whirling over to a few ladies in an attempt to woo and seduce them- were he put the fish down; well out of the reach of any fighting that would ensue. The first kick came from the old cook. A swing of his bad leg towards Loki who still had his back turned to him. In a flash Loki turned and blocked the attack, backing up for more room. A low kick here, a jab to the guts there and an over head kick every once in a while was all the other workers could see as the two top chefs danced around the kitchen in a furious flurry. Soon enough the steamy kitchen became too much for anyone and they shoved their way outside into the smoldering heat of the Anjean desert.
On The Verge, Part 1
The Overcooked Cook
Light trickled in through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating dust as it danced its way down from the porous stone above. The blazing sun burned brightly past the worn walls of the holding cell. The clash of metal on metal sang throughout the stale air. The savage cries of the invaders shook the very foundations of the land. Cracked lips exhaled and a few shaky breaths were taken. Pale skin was marred with gashes and bruises; puss oozed from the worst one- a bite to the arm done by, at best, a wild animal-. Palms knelt eye sockets to try and rid the image that burned brightly behind them; the image of burning homes, crying women and blood. Lots and lots of blood.
'I was lucky enough to not have my ass eaten by the animals out there. But nowhere near lucky enough to escape it seems.'
A head full of matted blond hair turned and gazed out into the small hallway. There was nothing but more cells and the one lone door at the end of the hall. Leaning forward slim- almost feminine- hands reached out to pull the lanky body up; only to be pulled back down by the weight of the chains binding his legs. Struggling was futile with so little energy. Blue eyes dimmed and the one visible thin eyebrow lowered in exhaustion.
One last curse slipped past Loki's lips, as blackness clouded his conscious.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Snow Day
The day passed by too fast. I got nothing done but a small bit of writing.
Maybe I'm the only one who thought it was a rule to our Tradition.
And the more I think about it the more upset I get.
At myself
But I can't stop the hand the clenches at the beating organ within my chest,
Or the burning sensation that builds behind my eyes.
'Sorry' is what I want to scream.
Sorry for not holding on tighter.
Sorry for not realizing you actually didn't need me to hold on but to let go completely.
I'm sorry that I still need you.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Why Creative Writing?
It's an escape from reality. Nothing you write needs to be logical, confined, inside the box. It's like drawing with words.
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