Dead WrongYou thought I was brokenDead Wrong3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I am intact
You thought my heart shattered
But it's only been cracked
You thought I had fallen
But I am still standing
You thought I was shrinking
But I am expanding
You thought you had trapped me
But I am still free
You thought I lost myself
But I am still me
You thought I was weak
But I'm actually strong
You thought that you knew me
But you were dead wrong
PJatO - PrologueI cannot find Lykaithos among the dead.PJatO - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something pulls me out of a deep sleep, and I come half awake, twisted in my sheets. My lungs are full of ashes.
Downstairs, I can hear my dad's bass tones, sharp and angry.
"not going," He was saying, "Haven't you taken enough from me?"
"Haven't we given you so much?" A stranger's voice rejoins, a pleasant tenor.
There's a sharp thump accompanied by the chink of cutlery, and I think somebody must have slapped the kitchen counter. I can't hear what my dad says next.
"I must not have made myself clear from the start," the tenor says with a touch of exasperation. "This is an order from on high, not a debate. Now, remember, June 25th, and be sure to pack her a toothbrush. Now, I really must be going. I've missed several important calls already. You mortals may sleep, but Olympus does not,"
There's the scrape of a chair across linoleum and a soft sigh of air, like a small gust of wind, even though the summer night is still. After
HomeHome, at last.Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see my heavenly father talking to one of my brothers.
I run to meet him.
I forgot how much I have missed his face.
I spent 77 mortal years on earth.
I endured till the end and tried to become like my elder brother Jesus Christ.
The happiness that fills my soul is worth having to face those trials in my life.
I can't even describe the love I feel for my heavenly father.
"Father, I've come back." I whisper.
My heavenly father smiles and opens his loving arms.
I hug him back.
"Well done my good and faithful daughter." He replies, tears of happiness flowing down his cheeks.
I then know everything was worth it.
PJatO - Chapter 15: Rhea“So she sewed you up in her thigh?”PJatO - Chapter 15: Rhea2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yeah,” Keenan confirms, and her smile is timid and unsure. She knows as well as I do that the whole story sounds totally ridiculous. “Apparently it’s a thing. Zeus did it for Dionysus,”
“But Mr. D’s a god,” I point out. “How come that didn’t happen to you? You were in there for, what, a couple thousand years?”
“I guess. I don’t know,” Keenan shrugs. “I’m glad I’m not a god, though. Or goddess or whatever,”
Frankly, I’m glad, too, but I don’t know how to say it or even if I should. I haven’t known Keenan for that long, really, but it matters to me. That she’s not a goddess, I mean. It matters somehow.
I watch her for a moment as she absently touches the silver ring she now wears on the middle finger of her right hand. It’s a delicate thing; a slim band of silver in the shape of an arrow wrapped a
PJatO - Chapter 12: RheaA blast of cold air greets us as we file into Chiron's office. The abrupt shift from the muggy summer night to the air conditioning in the Big House has goosebumps rising on my arms. Beside me, Keenan shivers and shoves her hands deeper into her pockets.PJatO - Chapter 12: Rhea3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The rush of adrenaline brought on by the game of capture the flag has burned away, leaving me feeling gritty and thoroughly exhausted. When Chiron waves us into a pair of chairs, I take mine gratefully.
The mug he hands me immediately fills with chamomile tea, and the delicate floral scent is bracing. Keenan stares blankly at her own mug. Hesitantly, it fills with hot chocolate. When this produces no reaction, a few timid marshmallows bob to the surface, followed by a healthy curl of whipped cream.
With her head cast down, I can't see much of her expression, only the line of her cheek, really. The rest is a mat of dark, tangled curls. The shy copper I'd noted a few times before remains resolutely hidden beneath a film of dirt and sweat
Winged HeartI walk.Winged Heart4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No particular grace.
But do I talk?
When I see those eyes,
Casually passed in the hall.
A part of me flies,
The rest is set to fall.
Why is it?
That when her form strolls casually by,
I want to break down and cry?
It just doesn't fit..
An occasional smile exchanged,
Never a word.
Am I deranged?
Logic and love,
So seldom they cross.
Like a white dove,
And an industry boss.
Never to be seen.
Such compassion untapped,
Heart torn at the seam.
What she inspires:
What she knows not she holds:
My winged heart.
PJatO - Chapter 16: Kaya“What color’s the bug juice?”PJatO - Chapter 16: Kaya2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“And of course your first thought is about food,” Lena says with an air of long-suffering resignation.
“Well, bug juice is actually a drink, you see,”
“Semantics. Just sit and I’ll grab you a cup,”
“Not if it’s blue. The blue stuff’s gross.”
“My gods, Kay, I know. Now sit down and shut up.”
“And where’s the chair?” I stretch my hands out in front of me, feeling around in the black.
“Left,” Lena says patiently. I immediately bang my hip on the edge of what I assume is the rec room’s ping-pong table. “No, left. Your other left.”
After a moment of fumbling, I feel out the back of a chair and manage to sit without any further incident.
“You’re a terrible seeing-eye dog, L,” I say, rubbing my bruised hip.
“I’m not a dog,”
“Semantics.” I grin impishly i
With God by Your SideWith God by your side...With God by Your Side4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can strengthen your stride.
You can stand a little stronger.
You can smile a little longer.
You can find beauty in the world we live.
You can learn to give.
You can bare the problems on your shoulders.
You can find the determination to move life's boulders.
You can be forgiven.
You can be positive in the way you are livin.
You can dance in the rain.
You can sing through the pain.
You can laugh through the tears.
You can face your deepest fears.
You can find your way.
He is by your side day by day.
PJatO - Chapter 11: KeenanI come to by degrees.PJatO - Chapter 11: Keenan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An oddly damp hand ruffles through my hair, probing gently. A throaty sort of grunt sounds next to my ear, and a wave of warm, moist air washes over me, carrying with it a thick, musty scent, like loam and sweet grass with something sharp and wild underneath.
I open my eyes.
And find myself staring down the length of a smooth muzzle into two huge, black eyes set in a wide, furry face.
With a shriek, I flinch away, scrambling backwards on my elbows as fast as I can. The sudden movement makes me dizzy, and I'm practically sick with the adrenaline that's suddenly coursing through me, making my heart beat so quickly I'm surprised it doesn't batter through my ribs.
It's a bear.
A godsdamn bear.
My brain kicks into overdrive. I've seen the stuffed grizzly in the Smithsonian hundreds of times, but I can't call the informational plaque to mind. Ursus something something. Am I supposed to play dead? Did the Smithsonian plaque even say anything about that? Pre
Just for a MomentJust for a moment step back and look at your life.Just for a Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you everything you want to be?
Have you done the best you can?
Where will you go from here?
Can you swallow your fears?
Have you enjoyed the moments you have spent?
Do you keep trying even after you fall down?
To you stand up even when it's hard?
When love comes will you go for it?
Will you keep doing theses things?
Beautiful SilhouetteYou know, i don't believe I remember a timeBeautiful Silhouette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the sun rays lit up so bright
I squinted my eyes in attempt to see you
Just to make sure you were still there
That you were real
Even your silhouette was beautiful
I wanted to say hello,
but before I could,
you took out a needle
and sewed my lips shut
Then you sat close
And told me your life story
As you spoke I closed my eyes
And as I went to open them again
I found my eyelids sewn shut as well
But your soothing voice continued
You spoke of autumn leaves
And the heavenly smells of winter approaching
So I took a deep breath and sniffed the air
But my nose has been sewn;
I bathed in the hum of your voice
All I had left was my ears
I held your hand
A willing victim
Because I knew my ears were the next to go
As your hands slipped away I sat still
"Focus on the birds' songs, my love"
When your voice faded away I knew it had been done
But then I noticed that nothing was different with the sounds
You were just absent from it
BlindIs the world blind?Blind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has everyone been put to sleep?
Can they not see the soul that is inside?
Does the eye not look beyond the words and see the real meaning?
Can people not see that others need help?
Can everyone not open up their eyes and see lives for what they really are?
Does anyone truely wish to see?
Or maybe those who wish not to see can never see...
PillarsIn the beginning, worlds without endPillars4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Heaven and Earth, God's children to send
A tree and a garden, a law and a choice
Sin and transgression, oh God hear my voice
A babe in a manger, a lamb and a Son
Justice and Mercy, God's will to be done
Perfect and blameless, He bleeds from each pore
Taking upon Him my sins evermore
A light in the darkness, the captives set free
Death and the grave He has conquered for me
Alpha Omega, beginning and end
Lord of Creation, my Savior and friend
Falling for YouI think I'm falling for you.Falling for You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something I didn't know I could do.
That sparkle in your eyes, that blinding smile.
I'm going to stay for a while.
I'm falling for you.
I've never met a guy like you; there are so few.
I can tell you anything.
You sing a tune that I can follow and sing.
I know I'm falling for you.
At first I never knew.
I hope it will become you and me.
For now I will just wait and see...
Family ForeverFamily Forever4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has anyone noticed, the ideas of the world?
The ideas of the family should thus be hurled (away).
Why must this be, such a horrendous gesture?
The importance of a family is for all, I pester.
One may think that their family is only,
the ones they were born to. Them and them only.
But a family is much more than your parents and brothers,
it is your relation towards others.
Your best friend is a sibling of yours,
while your very own teacher is a loved one, of course.
Your enemy, the bully, is just another friend.
You guys are just friends, on the other end!
I can not stress what importance it is,
A family to have, a family that lives.
"Love thy neighbor" is something we know,
as much as we know about the fallen snow.
When we choose to love, instead of hate,
our family is bigger and it isn't too late.
The adversary knows that a family is forever,
so, he tries his hardest to stop this endeavor.
Hold true, my friends, family, and all,
do not let the vile one let you fall.
If you feel alone,
PJatO - Chapter 6: KeenanI glance back at the sound of footsteps, tearing my eyes from the sight of strawberries growing large and fat before my eyes, to find Rhea tripping lightly down the steps. She's watching her footing as she descends, shield slung over one shoulder, spear and helm in either hand, but as she hits the last step, she meets my eyes. Her smile isn't forced, but it's distracted, like her mind's somewhere else entirely.PJatO - Chapter 6: Keenan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ready to go?"
"Mmhmm," I try to smile back, but I wonder if the expression is a bit sickly. I'm trying not to gape openly at everything around me, but it's an uphill battle. I just saw a centaur step out of a wheelchair, for Pete's sake. I definitely wasn't prepared for that.
"Do you have a weapon of any kind?" Again with the distraction. The question itself is kind of bizarre, too.
"Um No?" I answer uncertainly. "I mean, I could just deck someone with my bag, but "
"Oh, no," she more or less talks over me, and I begin to wonder if maybe she's just thinking out loud.
PJatO - Chapter 5: RheaKeenan's trying very hard not to stare. But, as I'd seen before, she's not any great shakes at hiding her feelings, and right now, it's easy to see the sheer wonder and disbelief, plain as day on her face. I grin, feeling a swell of pride.PJatO - Chapter 5: Rhea3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've been going to camp since I was ten, and I love this place more than anything. I've noticed, though, that after a few years at camp, you become somewhat jaded. Nothing surprises you anymore. Not the climbing wall complete with actual lava that'll melt the flesh from your bones if you don't climb fast enough, not the pegasi in their stables or Argus, our hundred-eyed security guard, not the nymphs or satyrs or Chiron, nothing. So to see someone as new and unprepared as Keenan is a delight. Her eyes are wide, the same raw blue as the summer sky. She's absolutely enchanted.
I'm actually trying not to stare myself, but not at what's around me. Like I said, the older campers treat the magic around them as yesterday's news. No, it's Keenan I keep looki
QuoteWhen I get lost I always remember there's a light that can lead me back home.Quote3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The World is Our Living Room There were three children sitting on a log near a stream. One of them looked up at the sky and said…The World is Our Living Room2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you think God hides in the clouds? Is that why we can’t ever see him, but he can always see all of us?”
The other two looked at him, scrunching up their noses. One opened his mouth and said,
“No, dummy. God doesn’t hide in the clouds. He isn’t just one person, he is everyone.”
The last sighed and said,
“No, you’re both wrong. God isn’t a person at all. God is all the things we see. They say he made the earth, but that’s cause he is the earth.”
The second child didn’t understand this.
“But that doesn’t make any sense. If he were everything, he would even be the dirt. Does that mean we’re standing on God?”
The first child let out a squeak, and pulled his legs up, hugging his knees. His voice quivered as he asked,
“Will he punish us for standing on him?”
PJatO - Chapter 3: KeenanMy last few days in DC are a blur of activity as my friends and I try to pack as much summer into four days as humanly possible. We go to the zoo and the to the movies. We go to a quarry to swim, to the beach to roast in the summer sun. I even drag my friends to the Smithsonian, anxious to get one last glimpse of everything that was normal and thoroughly mortal to me.PJatO - Chapter 3: Keenan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've always loved the Natural History Museum. It has a particular smell, like old leather and cold marble, which I have always associated with the concept of history. I've never seen the museum completely empty, either. It's always filled with tourists or school groups or folks who live in the area, like my dad and me, and their shouts and whispers carry through the halls, echoing and sussurating, like the rustling of leaves. It's my favorite place in the whole city.
When I was younger, I would pester my dad into taking me to the museum almost every weekend. He would almost invariably give in, even though it generally mea
The Lost SheepThe shepard watches over all his sheep.The Lost Sheep4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some are black or white.
Others are lame or blind.
Some runts; others strong.
He still loves everyone.
One sheep hang back from the herd.
A black sheep that thinks it's nothing special.
It often feels lost and alone.
Wondering if it will ever feel at home.
One day he runs away from the herd.
He finds himself in a forest and hears the wolves in the distance.
He shivers with fear and craves a drink of water.
He knows he should have never left.
Then when he almost gives up hope he sees someone in the distance.
A glow shines through all of the forest.
A man walks toward him.
It is his shepard.
The shepard says I have been searching for you for 3 days and 3 nights.
The sheep questions why would you do that?
I am not strong.
Nor do I have the best wool and I don't look like the other sheep.
I do not matter to anyone.
The shepard smiles.
You matter to me and I am someone.
For that reason you are my own.
Just One LookJust One Look3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All it took was just one look to make me fall for you.
Just one glance and we both took a chance.
A light in your eyes made me know I would fight for you.
A word not said and I can't get you out of my head.
A spark passed between us and I came out of the dark.
A gaze that put me in an eteral daze.
Just one look was all it took.
PJatO - Chapter 9: KayaBreathePJatO - Chapter 9: Kaya3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I break into a run.
The Hermes banner, all bright white silk bearing a caduceus picked out in emerald thread, seems to glow in the dying sun as it billows behind me. I burst into the dinner pavilion at the same moment as my sister and the pavilion explodes into cheers.
Lena's banner is bronze silk with a bright red hammer emblazoned across it. They've done something to the cloth so that it looks like rippling bronze scales, and the hammer appears to glow the cherry red of well-heated iron. Trust Lena to show off.
Over the past week, I've secured the assistance of Hera, Apollo, Dionysus, and Nike, but Lena's also been busy. Somehow, she's cobbled together some sort of truce between Ares and Athena, which is impressive given that those two cabins don't normally get along. She's also made pacts with Demeter, Aphrodite, and the remaining gods, but that's only fair since the Hermes and Apollo cabins are the largest here at camp. The numbers balance out this way.
In terms of r
Only HumanYou're walking a dark road;Only Human4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So many twists and dead ends.
You've given up hope on the horizon,
but then a quiet voice begins.
It starts as a soft sound;
an echo from far away.
A rusted old broken playground
begging innocence to stay.
-You're never alone, only you can turn back from the light.
So when destiny calls you, are you going to leave the fight of your life?
Some fall down on their knees when they say:
I am only human.
from life's first breath, until my final day.
I'm writing an open ended chapter
about the loss of plain and simple times.
I wish I could say happily ever after,
but I just can't catch the rhymes.
Even if we cannot see our happy ending,
that doesn't mean it's not there.
Just because ahead we see that river bending,
it doesn't mean he doesn't care.
--The road is a long one, and no one ever said: "This is easy."
So pick up your feet, cause there's gotta be something out there worth seeing.
Trying to learn; to learn and let live.
We are o