Kitty...Kitty...10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Kitty and the black chess piece conspiracy
[Written on the spot for Slyff's bedtime story Aug.14, 2005 (Edited for typos n' stuff)]
Once upon a time, there was a kitty named ...Kitty.
Kitty liked to play with string, paper bags, mice, GPS satellites, squeeky toys. All the sorts of things all kitties like.
One day, Kitty was working on knitting an 8 person tent, when she heard a noise. A BIG noise that sounded like 10 buildings collapsing on a banana.
"That sounded like 10 buildings collapsing on a banana!" exclaimed kitty as she knitted the zipper pull out of steel blue wool.
She put on her thinking mittens and grabbed a flashlight to explore the sunny afternoon >.>
Outside she saw that 10 buildings had collapsed on top of a fairly ripe banana and because of this the buildings then slid into the side of the mountain. Which exposed a secret hanger belonging to a secret organization so secret! that even they didn't know what they were doing.
Slowly she turned on her flashlight a
RE: Childhood rhymeChildhood rhymeRE: Childhood rhyme7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
floating thru my mind
"Sticks and stone can break my bones,
but names will never hurt me."
Then why do I
all bleeding lie
beside my doorway crying?
No sticks nor stones did flying go,
nor books, nor knives either.
Only words to strike, and thoughts to mar
my hidden sense of self.
Ruinous mutterings mark my skin
in ways no lashing can. Marbled
bruising hurting more than mere flesh allowing.
A bruise or break takes week to mend,
my throbbing self a lifetime, so why
this front? Why this game? Why
this haunting shame?
Enough was had when boot camp days
broke, or bent, your will. Built you up
on pestilent feet to spread lies
The seeds you've sown now grow
in waste devised of your own telling.
Yet, wonder now at this chanting, why
the ground is rebelling.
Sticks and stones can break my bones,
And names can forever mar.
Laced in scars no memory wants,
piled atop the other.