|A man with a plan, serving with major talent and general apathy. Ding dong ditch the neighbor, and stay out of the thornbushes (they hurt). Just run like hell. Avoid getting shot.|
Make Love To ArtEven if others don't understand what I see in you,
Even if I don't understand what I see in you,
I still love you. ♥
And isn't that what real love is about?
Not finding someone who is your perfect match,
But loving an imperfect person perfectly,
Making love an art form. ♥
And making love to art.♥
That is what it would mean
To be with you,
And for you
To be with me. ♥
Be with me, truly, and always... ♥
The Little Time TravelerIt was his masterpiece; a simple cardboard box created by a little boy's imagination. As a canvas for his markers, colorful lines swirled along the sides. Each line told a story of excitement and adventure: thrilling times for a little boy and his ever faithful companion. He held Teddy in his arms, knowing his friend's purpose took much care to achieve; his protector from terrible evils.
Lively blue eyes glanced at the fuzzy friend as a big grin was plastered on the little boy's face. The things they had seen on their journeys, defied everything the world had tried to teach them to believe, but they maintained they were too young to believe the world's words. They just wanted to explore the universe for themselves.
Gathering himself up, he sat Teddy down in a chair and made his way to his closet. Sifting through the shirts and trousers, he found his travel clothes and presents them to Teddy; a brown newsboy cap, pants, and shoes with a plaid bow-tie and suspenders. He also found Teddy&
Little Prehistoric Traveler “Whatcha think, Teddy?”
A charmed smile radiated beyond the little boy's lips; eyes full of a hunger to meddle with his curiosities. His imagination was ablaze, and yet, Teddy remained silent. He pressed buttons as quickly as he could. The box spun and lurched, tossing him and Teddy across the box. All of a sudden, with the box spinning out of control, he had no idea where they were going. Without him at the controls, they were flying through time and space – blind.
“We're gonna crash!”
Unsteady feet tried to regain their balance while being thrown about like a towel. Out of no where, they felt a loud thud and were hurled towards the door. The boy was slow to his feet, but he brushed himself off and tucked Teddy under his arm.
“Looks like we're here!” He exclaimed, excitement churning through his thoughts.
He fiddled with their bow-ties, and plastered a cheeky grin on his face, just in case. Together, they opened the door. What they saw,
The Little Story Time Traveler“Breakfast!” A woman’s voice hollered from downstairs.
Blue eyes peeked out of the box; he was not hungry. Besides, adventure was calling and Teddy was looking at him expectantly. Giving his red plaid bow-tie a quick wiggle, he grinned. Teddy was winning the argument and the call of the box was impossible to resist. He snatched his tweed jacket from the cardboard console and whipped it over his shoulder.
“Breakfast can wait,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
In one fluid motion, he threw the lever and then tossed backwards. His jacket flew from his hand out of sight as he tried to catch himself. Teddy had also disappeared, but he was quickly found and placed back on his seat, unlike the jacket. The lurching of the box always caught them off guard, despite how many times it happened. Just as he had steadied his feet, the box began to spin out of control and he was thrown against the far wall with a thud. Then, just as it had started, it stopped. The whole
DreamgazerOf freshly fallen leaves and dew,
I am more than this mortal world,
Drowning beneath a starry eyed sea...
(You will never see...
What these broken dreams mean to me.)
Shower RainWater beat the top of her head in an endless stream of droplets. Tears were drowned out by the river pouring down her face. Her world was collapsing. The feeling of worthlessness was beyond overwhelming; she felt unlovable. It was supposed to be a happy time, a cherished time, but her emotions were drawing her into the darkest of places. Laying one hand on her swollen abdomen, she buried her face in the other. She wanted to be okay, for her baby, but circumstances kept hurling her through hell. All she wanted, in this moment, was to escape everything.
“Shara?!” A man hollered from just inside the front door.
She heard her husband’s call but could not find her own voice to answer. The desire to be invisible permeated her heart. He shouldn’t have to see her like this. It wasn’t who she was, or who she wanted to be. The steady shower rain filled her ears with its pounding on the tub floor where she sat. Suddenly, the door flung open and her husband burst thro
Can't Apologize EnoughFrom the moment I moved here,
I have constantly had to apologize for my existence.
Every iota of space I needed was given grudgingly,
and anything I have done is met with disappointment or unhappiness.
I can't win.
I try not to step on toes,
and get blindsided with griping complaints.
I try to help,
and it's never enough.
Things that never came up
get turned into turf wars.
I have no safe place.
Even though I am told I have the right to ask for what I need,
I am made to feel that I am just a hindrance
to those more deserving.
Those who were here first
dislike the change that came with my presence.
I can't keep apologizing-it does no good,
and I can't just evaporate.
I need to leave,
but I have nowhere to go.
From the time I was a child,
I have always felt like I was a mistake,
unwanted and unneeded.
Being here only enforces that feeling.
I shouldn't exist.
If I was gone,
someone more deserving would be given my place,
be given my resources.
What can I do?
I can't apologize enough to be
On this Hallowed Eve (Poem)It was through the Birth of Christ
Or the charity of Saint Nick
That on this day we all gather
As Winter’s Equinox did tick
We are gathered on this day
That may our hearts be full of Glee
And the feast of this night
Will be remembered in due Reverie
All of the inhabitants
In this warm and holly house
May find sweet food and comfort
Whether human, dog, or mouse
The presents are all wrapped
Under the needles of the Douglas fir
And a freedom from Animosity
Did bless this house for sure
The green conifer is ornamented
With lights and tinsel and gifts
That give the spirit of Christmas
A heartwarming gentle lift
And so the presents were unwrapped
Filled with Knick-knacks and toys
For all the adult to watch in splendor
At the gleeful girls and boys
The food was delicious
And so was Santa’s cookies and milk
For the day was very cold
And so the kids sleep in soft beds of silk
For on this Hallowed Eve
Santa delivered his part
As the adults all winked
And the next will soon start
The Last Relic: Part 2 He came up to the stones, their color bleached by eons of sunlight. Where he stood was the rubble, the broken, fractured remains of what was once impeccable architecture. Moss and vines held dominion over the aged structure, likening it to a mere knoll, hiding it from the curious new world.
He paused before attempting to squeeze through the narrow shaft of an archway. Reaching into his deerskin sack, he felt carefully. Recognizing the cool, smooth surface, he retrieved a talisman his grandmother made for him before he could walk. It was small and made from the tip of an ox’s horn. On its base was carved the name given to him by the village, Kyn, though now he went by Silas Concord. Tradition was that when a man found what he yearned for most, he would lay such a bauble down, thereby shedding his childhood. He thought on it. He was ready for the old ways to die, but he placed the