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MaturityGrowing up means growing down,
deeper into the earth
until we are six feet under.
Maturity is not a badge of honour,
because the gleaming golden trophy belongs to those who will
punch and kick and undercut,
while the mature must settle for quietly consoling themselves
in their celebrated capacity for emotional abuse.
Perhaps we should be proud of our blank name,
Our battered and broken selves,
tucked neatly away into unacceptably present bodies.
And yet nothing can heal that,
the most crushing of loneliness
when one is wrested from the label under which
they once took solace.
Call me barbaric
Call me overlarge
Call me the unwanted moss on an otherwise manicured tree
But never call me yours.
I am mine,
but never tamed.
DarkI don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be with them
Can I stay here in the dark?
Can the silence be my friend?
Tell me what I’ve got to lose
Tell me why I need to try
If there’s nothing going on
Can’t I let the days pass by?
With the lights out there is peace
There is warmth and there is calm
There is nothing else outside
Here I know I’ll carry on
Maybe I should move along
Blaze a trail and make my mark
But if nothing is worthwhile
Can’t I stay here in the dark?
BodiesI see you've discovered our plan. No matter. I'm sure once you learn to see things from our perspective, you'll understand. You'll embrace our glorious future.
It's no secret; Our economy, our society, our culture. We are in decline. And look at our competitors. India. China. Brazil. Places where labour is cheap because life is disposable. It's a race to the bottom, a brilliant machine oiled by a never-ending flow of bodies. Of course, for that, we need more people here. More lives. More bodies.
We have done what we can. We've made sex into a mandatory staple of youth culture. We've placed many forms of birth control out of reach of the common peasant and halted sex education to ensure the minimum possible knowledge of the reproduction process. We're working on banning abortions too. We've even forced gay people to live as though they were straight, shoehorning them into babymaking rel
Attack of the Notorious Ninja BunniesThe world was now at the mercy of the notorious ninja bunnies. What had started innocently enough as a series of experiments in genetic mutation and Japanese pop culture was fast becoming a danger that threatened to take down modern society. I, for one, am thrilled.
I mean, really, does anybody actually like modern society? It's just one big rat race with a side of popularity contest and a generous dash of pollution for good measure. I say, welcome, ninja bunny apocalypse. Still... Still, it is always wise to have a back-up plan.
That is why we at Kaiju Tech Labs designed the ultimate battle machine in ninja bunny warfare. Let's see those cotton-tailed, carrot-munching, shuriken-throwing little buggers hop within a mile of this city. They've got no chance so long as we have Super Ultra Hyper Mega Tech Giant Flying Octopus (TM) on our side. Boo yeah!
But, alas and alack, Super Ultra Hyper Mega Tech Giant Flying Octopus (TM) was not
The Night Prince - Chapter 31Chapter Thirty One
In Which Lucia Finally Meets Princess Evangeline
As Lucia and Julian made their way back to the mansion, Lucia dared not look any of the townspeople in the eye. She focused on the rhythmic crunching of the gravel beneath her feet and tried to match her cadence with Julian’s. The prince walked at a pace that was a little slower than Lucia’s, although he seemed determined to stay just a little bit ahead of her. In any case, Lucia was careful not to stray far, because she dared not risk that the townspeople might think she was out alone. Too many people knew her face – and knew too little else.
They crunched their way down the path, footsteps noisy and voices silent. Soon, they reached the front of the mansion. Julian gave a fleeting glimpse in Lucia’s direction to ensure that she was still there. Lucia pretended to be in a distant reverie, staring at the leafless trees and light grey sky. In
Back To The Drawing BoardWhat I need now is not a distraction
Ideas with traction
These worlds I created, they’re stagnant
I’ve failed and it kills me
My heart’s getting restless
My mind’s getting sick
Broken fingernails, bloodstains,
Just seeing what sticks
I know I’m not important
Just another disease
Just a fat splat of carbon
In the vast human seas
Used to think I was special
I thought I could achieve
Something this world might need
But it all fell apart again
It all went ignored
“So we meet again, my old friend”
says the drawing board
Over and over
We search through the factual
For something spectacular
Even if it is nothing but the hopeful flicker
That as my days grow shorter and my mind gets sicker
I might have found something
Just one thing
Just ONE thing
Through all of this hunting
The Night Prince - Chapter 30Chapter Thirty
In Which Lucia And Thomas Are Set Free From Prison
The sound filled the dank air of the jail, flooding down the hallway and rushing into the cell. Lucia was quite sure she heard two distinct sets of footprints. William the jailer caused the same heavy footfalls as before. Along with his steps came the sound of the metal keys, knocking together like ominous wind chimes. However, when Lucia listened closely, she heard a second set of lighter footsteps following William an instant later. They seemed to have the weight of a man yet the stealth of a cat. The sounds’ echoing off the stone walls made it difficult to determine much else.
The steps fell silent as William marched into view and stopped in front of their jail cell. His burlap clothing bore no pattern, and yet it appeared to be striped when Lucia looked at him through the iron bars. William stood there a moment, lazily staring at his prisoners. He abs
The Night Prince - Chapter 29Chapter Twenty Nine
In Which Lucia Learns Something Interesting From Thomas
The cold, hard jail cell offered little but silence. Through the iron bars, Lucia stared morosely at the wall opposite the cell. The sun, which had previously been visible through the thin slits that stood in for windows, had since arched out of view. As she guessed at the late hour, a knot formed in Lucia’s stomach. Poor John might think she had run off for good. Or, worse, Claudette might think she was lazing around idly somewhere, and would take it out on John and maybe even poor Margaret.
Margaret. Was anyone tending to her? If it was up to John to take care of the mansion itself, he could not possibly have time to talk to Margaret or bring her tea or fix her blankets. Lucia thought back to John’s previous defiance of Claudette’s demands and wondered if there would be anything but fighting happening in the mansion at all.
The Night Prince - Chapter 28Chapter Twenty Eight
In Which Something Terrible Happens To Lucia And Thomas
Lucia burst through the apothecary's front door so fast that the shop bell's ring sounded more like a high-pitched thud. Breathless, she fell against the inside of the door and leaned against it with all her might.
Looking briefly in Lucia's direction, the apothecary nodded, and then just soon returned to what he was doing. He climbed up on the stool once more and began to rummage around in the upper shelves. Scarcely looking, he extended one long arm out to where he had left his hat. He grasped it between two fingers, brought it up to his head, and dropped it on top. It fell lopsided, or at least more lopsided than it looked before, and threatened to slide off his glossy brown hair.
A moment passed. Lucia sunk to the floor and caught her breath. From somewhere up on the highest shelves, glass bottles tinkled as they knocked against one another. The apothe
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Wooden WhaleKnock, knock, knock
said the whale
is this cold
as you float
When the men
come one day
you will die
under the waves
of this empty ocean
So wail in
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
Heaven and EarthFree,
Feel the breeze,
Float upon the stars,
Sink into the ocean,
Climb a mountain,
Sing to be heard,
Walk on an Earth,
That has its jewels restored.
Breathe in the air,
Fresh and sharp,
Live to be seen,
Speak with confidence,
The world is yours.
Run through the trees,
Barefoot and proud,
Run wild and free,
Leap over a crystal stream,
Pass the golden furred deer,
And know they’re here to stay.
We all have a place,
From the tiniest bug,
To the thundering elephant,
Balance is key.
Let the woods echo with life,
Let the sea’s heartbeat,
Free from disease.
We all belong here,
But respect the Earth,
And she shall provide and protect.
“Heaven and Earth do more than hold us between them. They expect us to deserve it.” Heaven and Earth by Nora Roberts.
Ocean DreamsGentle ocean
Aquatic murmurs and sighs
drifting through the damp night.
Feeling the water tug at the sand
washing away right beneath your toes
A hushed melody
when the surf
tenderly kisses the shore.
past your ankles.
(Late) Spring cleanThe cobwebs and frost
(or they ought to be)
The first blossom caught in the wind--
Not snow flurries.
Nature seems lapse this year,
When it comes to removing Winter’s dust sheets,
And beginning Spring cleaning
Syntomeida epilaisCan you hear me calling, love?
Follow the dying scent of Oleanders
and the flash of red on blue.
I will wait, day flier, for your echoing reply.
Earth dayIt's time for me to hug a tree, clean up the ground so the grass can be greener.
That's the way how I do it, cleaning the world to make the place more cleaner.
Don't you agree about cleaning the environment and let the sunshine? Making the universe greener and nice, will make my sweet heart bright!
I'll pick up the awful stuff off the ground, so the flowers will grow
And I'll help the world, so I can see the trees and nature more colorful.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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