Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
The Boy Who Cried TrollfaceCome, come dear children!The Boy Who Cried Trollface5 years ago in Trollface April Fools More Like This
Please sit and listen,
While I tell you a story
Of upmost sadness and glory!
Childrenplease settle down
And don't make a sound!
Hear the tale of a boy who couldn't be found
Because he cried, "Trollface!"
All around his house, in the countryside, and up into space!
Ever since the day Billy was born,
His face had been long and forlorn.
Everyone, he told himself, was out to get him.
Everyone put themselves out on a whim
With a big, nasty grin.
They all wanted to test his ignorance and make his face dim,
Make him less glad
And ask, "You mad?"
Yes, this was Billy's mindset,
And nothing could change it.
His mother, who was greatly distressed,
Would ask her son to get dressed.
Billy would scream, "I know how to dress myself, Trollface!"
And promptly break a vase.
Billy would be walking to school,
And the crossing guard would stop the traffic pool.
Halfway across the street,
Billy would stomp his feet
And turn around with disgrace,
Yelling, "I can st
A Coffin of InnocenceMy innocence lay in its coffinA Coffin of Innocence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under my bed.
"Come on and open me," it said.
"You would have heaps of fun if you did.
All you have to do is prop my lid."
I pushed my hands against my face,
From the very top, all the way down to my stubby chin.
"No, no," I cried, "You'll never do me in."
I heard a haughty laugh
Bellow from below.
Then the voice continued to persuade my soul:
"If you think I'm trying to 'do you in',
I can assure you, I will not make you sin.
I only wish for you to open me up;
Give a glance and backup
To a time when every
Cloud seemed to be lined with cotton candy.
Fluffy, pink, and etched in ink.
When parallels seemed to blend
And collect in a wad of rainbow at the end
Of your mind.
Ideas spiraled in and out of your head
Without a moment's dread
Of what will come soon enough."
I drew in a deep breath,
Wanting everything the voice had described.
None of it appeared cold, I rationalized.
Maybe I should just hurry and make a choice.
"Come. I'm waiting," drawled the v
The Walk of the InfatuatedI smileThe Walk of the Infatuated5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide my face
Behind a cloud of ignorance.
I want to be oblivious,
Want to be unaware
Of the fact that
You might not like me.
I hold my head
Higher than most,
Hoping, wishing one day
You'll notice me;
You'll see me at full value
And not at the value
The world gives me.
And if you never notice me,
I'll keep on walking,
Hands stuffed in my pockets.
My eyes will remain dead on the horizon,
My faith never changing,
Because I know someone else
Is waiting down that long and dusty road.