The Canterbury Tale of Sir AskI grew up in a village in a far off land, since long forgotten. My father a noble man, left my mother for the company of another. My mother remarried years later to a not as noble man. We traveled from our home to a foreign land. There I made many friends and my curiosity grew. Several years later we returned to our home land. My father requested I come stay at his castle for a little while. It was their that I met my evil step mother for the first time. She went insane and had to be institutionalized. The King's men came and took us to another noble's home, a safe haven from the insanity that was sweeping thorough his house. Within three days my mother traveled across the land to retreive me. We traveled back to our home land. That was the last time I saw my father. I tried to forget him and all his evil deeds. My family and I traveled around every four or five years. By the time I was 15 my eyes feel for a maiden in a dream. I tried to find this maiden but only found nothing. I searc
Words and Their EffectsWords once said can never be retracted. No matter how much forgivness is asked, can the words ever be erased... The sting of the words can always be remembered if either party involved wishes to recollect them. I myself chose not to think about wrongful things heaped upon me. I have forgiven many trangressions against me. The most damaging coming from my best friend in 1997. Do those I care about do the same for my trangressions against them. I know some of my friends do (Sarah and Harry) do others?"Hold your tounge, hold your tounge" I scream to myself when thoughts unworthy of my sweet demeanor come creeping into my mind. Sometimes I speak before I think which I am working on. I am changing, I will no longer let any single emotion cloud my judgment. When any single emotion runs rampant through our minds, we tend to say things we wouldn't otherwise mean. When we are injured we tend to utter words that most times aren't true, or aren't what we think most of the time.Words are potent
Pinocchio SpeaksDear Puppet Master(Gepetto), It's me Pinocchio I am tired of being your dummy. I am tired of you trying to pull my strings, and attempting to mold me to your ways. I never asked to be turned from a doll to a boy. I never asked for any of your love. Now that I am a boy, I have to become a real boy, flesh and bone, so I don't have to rely on you anymore. I am tired of your controlling nature. You mean nothing to me, you should have never started to carve me from that wood. You are such a selfish man, how am I too live when my nose grows each time I tell a lie? How am I to survive without sometimes telling a half-truth? I love the rain yet can't go out in it or I will get warped. What kind of future is that for a child? That is why I wish to be a human to be free of the bonds, or rather strings that hold me to you, or better still that you hold me bye. Goodbye cruel man, if I can't be a real boy, I'll curl up in an en
Heartbreak HotelIt's raining outside as I pull up to the hotel. I park in front of the office and step out of the car horrid winds and rain biting away at me. I walk through the turental downpour. My sighs already too heavy. I walk into the office and a plaque on the wall reads "Management: Mrs. Lucy Fur. "Ah. Mr. X I see you have returned…" The pretty lady behind the counter says. "Who are you kidding," I say, "I hate this place it makes me feel worse each time I enter these walls. I hate the smell of dead flowers that permeate from every vase. I can't stand this roach infested shit hole…" "But that doesn't stop you from coming. You have been here many times and we are always anxious to have you return. You are our most loyal customer." "I'll take the usual room." I say. "Ah. Room 7 very good choice sir, here is your key." She hands the key to me and I drag myself to my room. Upon entering that horrible smell of decomposing flora. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, brown water spills in
I miss....I miss our long talksI miss our long walksI miss when we'd stay up late watching moviesI miss our phone conversations until early in the morningI miss all our text messagingI miss our letters (handwritten and emails)I miss looking nearly every night into your pretty eyesI miss hearing your voiceI miss all the words that would pass between us as time stood still, but once I had to leave time went by oh so quicklyI miss telling you all my secretsI miss hearing yoursI miss anxiously awaiting to read your poetryI miss anxiously awaiting to hear how your day wasI miss telling you how mine wasI miss our long goodbyesHell I miss Everything...