Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Legend of the Great Dragon Lake

Long before the dragons were flourishing, two dragons who had no gender played out in the forest, where the foundation for dragons would begin.  The dragons were called Zxero and Merp.  One day, they began to play together for fun, for they were the only two dragons on planet Zanthe.  Merp began to grow tired.  When it said that it must rest, it laid down on the floor, and slowly dissolved into the air.  When Merp was gone, Zxero was sad.  It was sadder than the saddest of the sad.  Zxero cried and cried for ten years, and a lake formed around it.  It only stopped crying when Merp returned on the night of the new galaxy-- the night when the dragons of Zanthe were born.

Friday, December 24, 2010

A Dragon Gifted Upon Winter

Merlin was getting old.  He looked forward to the long winter days that rested before him like the clouds he would leap upon when he was a young boy.  This year, he wasn't going to use his magic to make the holidays bright for the other people.  This time, he hoped to give his magic a rest for the season, and get the holidays to himself.  He knew that other people could make the holidays fun for themselves, and that they didn't need Merlin any longer.
          Merlin would stare out his window during the long, snowy days, and rest by the fire at night.  All he did was think of things-- of the past, present, and future.  He no longer needed to amuse himself with gifts and toys.  He was old, and even the simplest of things made him happy.  There was no boredom in his life anymore.
          This evening was Christmas Eve.  Merlin was contented by the fire, and he would peer out his window once in a while to watch the children throw snowballs and build snowmen.  The parents were hanging the decorations for the holidays, and bringing home the food that was to be cooked tonight.  Merlin did not need a feast.  Instead, he would feast upon those happy memories of when he feasted at the dining table with his friends.  They were his close friends.
          Merlin finally looked out his window on the other side.  There were bare trees with snow and icicles hanging from the ends of the tree branches.  There were no holiday decorations.  Merlin had always admired the spiritual side of winter-- the holidays-- but as he looked out into the trees, he found that the true nature of winter was the most fascinating of all.
          This winter, he had only hung one stocking above the fireplace, and nothing more.  His house was still bare and simple as it had always been.  He looked over to the stocking and smiled.  Tonight would be his most simple night.  He didn't need anything of fancy tonight, for it was a night like any other winter night.  Merlin was a sorcerer for goodness sake!  His magic could amuse him if anything.  But even magic; that doesn't make anything less simple, does it?
          Merlin finally heard a knock on his door.  He stood up silently and opened the door and smiled with greeting to a bunch of children standing before him.
"Merlin!  Where were you?  Why weren't you doing magic?" they all said.
Merlin calmed them down with a lowering of his hand.
"Hush," he said.  "Calm yourselves.  Didn't you have fun today?"
The children nodded.
"Then what is the point of magic in the winter when the magic comes from winter itself?"
The children lowered their heads and thought for a while.  One of them finally looked up.
"So you're saying that winter already has magic?"
Merlin nodded, then placed his hand upon the shoulder of child that spoke.
"We all make our own magic," he said in a low tone.  "Magic isn't just spells.  Magic is everything.  That is why I didn't go and do my spells.  I wanted us to learn that the magic of nature has true magic in itself."
The children looked dumb-found and of wonder.
"Thank you, Merlin," another child said.  "I think that what you say is true!  I'm going to go and chase some rabbits!"
The other children laughed and began to run around with joy.  They all waved back to Merlin and ran off back down the snowy hill.
          Merlin found himself happy as could ever be.  He closed the door behind him and walked back over to his chair where he placed himself.  For the next few hours of Christmas Eve, he enjoyed reading.  When it came to dinner, he had a simple meal of baked potatoes and sausage.  But when it came time for bed, he stayed awake for many hours, watching over the houses.  The lights of each house slowly flicked off, until the very last light went off.  Merlin could finally see the stars.  For fifteen minutes he gazed upon them with wonder until he finally grew tired.
Tomorrow is the special day for the children.  But tomorrow will be like any other day for me, he thought.  For all days are special.

In the hush of the morning, Merlin arose slowly from his bead.  The morning was unusually silent, for the children were all back at their houses, opening their presents.  Merlin yawned, and walked down to the living room where the heat of the fire from the night before was still burning.  But the fire itself had gone out.  Merlin caught a glance of his stocking.  It was moving!  It looked like there was some sort of animal squirming inside there.  Merlin grew curious as if he were a child again.  When he poked the stocking, out popped a little dragon!  He was surprised at first to see a dragon, but then he began to laugh.
"Oh, golly!" he said.  "There's a surprise I would have never expected!"
Merlin reached his hand out in front of the dragon.  "Are you a good dragon?"
The dragon looked up at him and snorted some fire.  Merlin laughed again.
"Ah, then I can sense that you are both good and bad," he said.  "Let's see.  Your name is-- Zxero?  Do I hear correctly?"
The dragon nodded.
"And you are neither boy nor girl!  What a concept," Merlin continued.
Zxero finally climbed out of the stocking and spread it's precious golden wings.  Merlin ahh'd with wonder.
"Beautiful, you are," he said.  "I wonder how you got into my stocking."
Zxero snorted another gust of fire.  It looked at Merlin with eyes that were blue, and made up of stars as if they were two universes.  Merlin admired the dragon's eyes,  and finally took it out of the stocking with care.
"I think you need some food.  I bet your journey was long," said Merlin.  "Sausage, I say might do for you."
Zxero licked its lips and nodded.
          Merlin brought the little dragon over to the old wooden table in the corner of the kitchen.  Merlin left Zxero on the table and went to cook the sausage.  Zxero took a look around as Merlin disappeared into the cabinet.  The room had an interesting smell to it, as if incense had been burning there the night before.  Zxero took in a big whiff of the smell and coughed out another gust of fire.  Merlin laughed from behind the cabinet door.
"Ah, Zxero.  Your lungs are not developed," he said.  He walked slowly to the stove where there was a large pan.  "Unless you don't have lungs," he suddenly said.
Zxero coughed and nodded and eyed the sausage in Merlin's hand.  Merlin ripped off one of the pieces of raw sausage and threw it  to Zxero who ravenously gouged on it.  Merlin laughed.
"I think you'll have a strange life ahead of you, my friend," he said.  "Maybe you'll be a god."  

Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Legend of Kali

The Legend of Kali
Quite a time ago, there were two powerful zaeren lands who had defeated the evil ruler known as Ameil.  The lands were at peace for a while until something else stirred in the air.  Two evil duniverse rulers began to try to take the power of the zaerens.  A strange zaeren who was a gypsy zaeren called Lily came to the two lands of Zerothea and Maraysia and warned them of this evil.  They didn't believe her because they could not tell wether she was "good" or "evil." She was very unpredictable.
     When the lands defeated the two duniverse rulers, Lily seemed to leave them.  She left them right after saying, "the evil still lingers." She was right about that.  After the defeat of the evil rulers, one powerful goddess appeared from nowhere.  But she did not try to take over the zaeren's powers, she was trying to take over the whole kabuniverse in which they represented.  Lily returned and caused more of her mischief on the lands of Zerothea and Maraysia.
     When the goddess was destroyed, Lily somehow managed to cause Zerothea and Maraysia to go against each other.  They began to battle each other.  After the war was over, the lands were at peace once again.  They began to learn things about Lily that they would have never guessed.  The reason for everything she did was because she was teaching them something in life more complicated than minds could naturally think.
     After the wars with Ameil, the two duniverse rulers, the goddess, and themselves, Lily revealed that she was truly the Goddess of Time only in the form of a gypsy zaeren.  She then left forever, leaving the zaerens thinking and wondering with surprise and shock.
     Many human years later, three cousins and a warrior found Kali hidden in a powerful palace called the Exlenester.  The Exlenester was a very large and powerful palace that seemed to be seen from everywhere at once, yet it was hidden and nowhere at all.  Kali became the legendary Time Goddess, but was forever a strange gypsy zaeren to the zaeren's minds...

Zxero: the Legend

Zxero is nothing and everything that you perceive it to be.  It is called "the Alternate One," for it is made up of Nothing and Everything.  They say that Zxero took form as a dragon.  The reason it did so was because that was how the people of the planet Zanthe perceived it.  Some say that it could take form as anything, for it was made up of everything.  Others said that it was all around them.  Both perspectives were true, yet at the same time, not true.  So everyone decided that it could be the Dragon of Balance, made up of Nothing and Everything.
     Many stories have been written of Zxero on this planet, Zanthe.  Even Zxero wrote a book itself!  Some say that Zxero, in fact, wrote everything.  (Of course, because it technically is "everything").  One of the series called "The Legend of Zxero," was written by Zxero itself, and translated by many people in different worlds.  Zxero was the one who created the story, yet the things in the story were said to have actually happened, just like in every story told and written.  Some say that Zxero controlled everything that was happening, and others say that Zxero wrote about what was happening.  But they all agreed that Zxero was basically everything that was happening.
     The wisest ones knew that Zxero was a matter of perspective on Nothing and Everything.  In fact, a matter of perspective itself.  That was how it received the name "the Alternate One."

Thursday, December 2, 2010

If time was a cat, it would always be moving from head to tail.

Some books are like this...

I live in a room with no furniture, no walls, no floor
My mother tells me to go to the store.
I can't because I cannot escape.
My mother tells me to go to bed.
But I can't because I'll bump my head.
So then I go and cry into a dark corner.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Oh, the Dreadful Factors of Life and Death!

Today, I hereby present to you a story about two strange characters who travel together by land and sea.  You see, their names are Hermione Kirkamm and Zxero.  They have been friends ever since they could remember.
          Hermione was an action figure, see, and she had the ears of a cat.  She was almost just like the Hermione from the Harry Potter movies, except for the fact that she was and action figure only about four inches tall.  She was kind and adventurous.  She was always wanting to travel somewhere and get herself into danger.
          Zxero, on the other hand, was clever, dreadfully lazy, and always complaining about something.  But when it came to life-and-death situations, though, Zxero would always somehow cleverly save Hermione's life, even if it seemed like Zxero had betrayed you at the very last minute.  It would always find some way of saving your life.
          Thankfully, today wasn't a day about life-and-death situations.  "Oh!  You must go on without me!"  One would say.  "Oh!  Your life is more important than mine!"  Blah blah blah.  "Oh!  If you die, I'll die with you!"  And so on, and so forth.  The more Hermione thought about it, life-and-death situations were getting quite old.  They always happened the same, by two or more people saying to each other that they would either die with each other, or sacrifice themselves for each other.  That kind of situation made Hermione sick to her stomach.  Zxero was even worse at handling those situations.  It always went berserk whenever it saw them happen on TV or in movies.

Hermione was dedicating today to mend a broom stick she had broken about a week ago.  She was annoyed, and had locked herself up in a cabin on the one-man ship she had received from a pirate-gypsy in the east port of Midren Island.  She was randomly humming to herself as Zxero flung itself against the cabin door outside.
"Zxero wants to be let innnnn!" it whined.
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to fiddle with her broom.
"Later," she groaned.  "I am busy at the moment, and I do not wish to have a gurgling, gaging dragon circling my head all day!"
"But Zxero no want to circle head!  It wants to EAT!" Zxero hissed.  "Zxero want FOOD!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and said, "OK, fine, but under one condition.  NO SLOBBERING!"
Of course, Zxero had to talk back.
"But Zxero isn't a dog!  Zxero don't SLOBBER!" it wailed, crashing itself into the door again with a hysterical oof. Hermione opened the cabin door and found Zxero laying on the deck with glittery eyes and its tongue lolling out.
"Come on," she said.  "Let's not be puppy-acting now, get in here!"
Zxero shook its head.  "But YOU said Zxero couldn't come in."
Hermione turned red.
"Do you want food or not!?" she huffed.  "Because I'm trying to fix a broom, and you're not doing a  THING!"
"But you don't NEED to do that much work to fix a broom, Hermione.  You have powers," Zxero said.
When Hermione heard this, she slapped her hand to her forehead.
"Ugh.  How can I forget such a thing," she said.  "You do have a point."
She looked down at Zxero.  It was now perched on its hind legs, head cocked, and staring straight into her eyes.
"Get in," Hermione said.  "Before I change my mind."
Zxero rushed in and zoomed around in circles about fifteen times before it finally slumped onto the table where lay three pieces of sausage and some toast.  Zxero began ravenously eating as Hermione watched.  She thought of something to say, but Zxero began to speak first.
"Zxero wanna go on adventure," it said.  "Zxero is bored..."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "You're always bored.  Maybe I should throw you in the ocean, and you can have an adventure there."
Zxero moaned.  It gobbled up the last of the sausage, and headed out the cabin door.  Hermione followed.  The two of them started to see a silhouette of land off in the far distance.
"Land ho I say!" Zxero cried with joy.  "There's a start some adventure!"
Hermione couldn't help but smile as she stared at the land ahead.  "Indeed," she whispered.  "Maybe we can find some secret society here, or some treasure, or maybe a new animal species."
"Sounds DIVIIIIINE..." Zxero said excitedly.  "Let's anchor the boat 'n boost the-- the-- the BROOM!"
"The broom doesn't like flying over the sea," said Hermione
"The DEEP sea!" Zxero snapped.  "Not the shallow sea.  Unless you want to swim, I wouldn't mind."
          Hermione ran down back to the cabin and grabbed her broken broom.  She held the two parts together and closed her eyes.  She began to chant something, and the area where the broom had snapped in half began to glow.  The two halves mended together and formed a very new-looking broom.  She ran back up to the deck, finally, where Zxero was impatiently waiting.
"Come on," it said.  It opened it's big feathery wings and took off with one single beat.  Hermione put her leg over the broom and took off as well.  When the two were high above the land, they saw that it was smaller than they thought.
"I don't think this is 'land,' Zxero.  This is the island of the castaways.  This is waaayyyyy too dangerous," Hermione said uneasily.
Zxero wasn't listening, and it dove down until it disappeared under the trees.  Hermione followed after it.
"Come on," she said.  "You're kidding me, right?"
Zxero landed on the ground with a thump, and it spattered a bunch of dirt on Hermione's face when she landed.  Zxero began to scavenge around for something.
"Great.  Now what are you doing?" Hermione smirked.
"Searching for-- for-- for treasure!" Zxero said.  "There's got to be some around.  Heh.  Zxero need 'em treasures."
Zxero sniffed around as Hermione cautiously followed.
"And where will you find it exactly?" Hermione asked, folding her arms over her chest.
"What kind of a question it that?" said Zxero.  "Wherever Zxero's nose takes it, of course!  Heh.  Maybe it's in this cave."
Hermione spotted the cave that Zxero had mentioned.  She tightened up a bit.  "You're saying we're going in THERE?" she said.  "You're kidding me!  The undead castaways live there!  I read it in a book."
"Well, of COURSE." Zxero snapped.  "Zxero thought you liked this kind of stuff.  Besides, there might be TREASURE!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again.  She didn't say a word, and she followed Zxero into the cave with her broom in her hand at the ready.
          The two slowly started down the cave.  They looked back every once and a while to make sure the cave entrance didn't close up on them.  But when the cave entrance was out of sight, they kept their eyes straight ahead, looking around every once in a while to make sure there was no danger.  There was a sudden clatter deep in the cave, and voices arose from far ahead.  Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"Come on.  As long as we're silent, those undead castaways won't notice us," Zxero growled.
Hermione shrugged and tightened her grip on her broom.  The two steadily walked ahead as the voices got louder, and the tunnel grew wider.  They began to see torches upon the walls of the cave, and there was a distant sound of drums in the background.  Both Hermione and Zxero began to worry.  Zxero began to complain as usual.
"Zxero is scared," Zxero moaned.
"Then how about you go back, and I go check out what's happening," Hermione said.
"But Zxero thought you said you didn't want to go in the cave," Zxero said.
Hermione said, "Well, I changed my mind.  Got a problem?  Go talk to the undead yourself!"
Zxero stuck out its big tongue and gave Hermione a fat raspberry.  The two continued along the cave together and were totally silent.
          The sound of drums in the cave got louder and louder, and finally, Hermione and Zxero could see a big opening where there was fire and chanting
"Let's get closer," she said.  "I want to see what's happening."
Zxero moaned and complained and pulled at Hermione's shirt, pulling her back, but Hermione pulled away from the dragon's grip.  She scrambled up to the edge and looked over, keeping low and steady.  She gasped at the sight that stood before her.  There was a big pit of fire in the ground, and a bunch of undead castaways chanting something.  There was a castaway standing on a plank over the fire pit.  He looked like he was still alive and about to be sacrificed.  Hermione winced and she turned to Zxero who was crouched low on the ground.
"Come here you pitiful dragon.  There's a guy about to be sacrificed to the fire goddess, and he's going to become one of them," Hermione said.
Zxero slithered over to where Hermione was crouched.  It looked over the edge and its eyes widened.  Hermione began to lean over the edge, and when Zxero jolted, she lost her balance.  She realized that she wasn't in much of a good situation, and she shrieked as she saw that she was FALLING!
"Zxero!" she screamed.
A bunch of undead castaways drew their attention to Hermione who landed on the rocky ground with a thump.  Zxero came after Hermione and landed in front of her.  The castaways immediately surrounded her, hooting and hollering, but one of the castaways stepped forward and silenced them.  He looked like the leader of the undead castaways.  The leader stood and stared at Hermione and Zxero with mean little eyes.  Hermione and Zxero waited impatiently for the leader's next move.  Hermione held the broom tight in her hand, ready for an attack.  Finally the leader began to speak in a different language.
"The language of the dead!" Zxero exclaimed.  "Zxero like to speak that language!"
"Then do you know what they're saying?" Hermione said worried.  "We need to eascape!"
"They're saying that they're going to sacrifice us," Zxero said calmly.  "But we're gonna own them before they can do that!"
Hermione gasped.  "Nuh-uh!  I'm not gonna be sacrificed for some fire goddess," she exclaimed.  "Now,  let's run in five......  four......  three........  two........"
Zxero and Hermione prepared themselves to fly.
"One!" Hermione said.
The two flew off as quick as they could.  Unfortunately, they were caught by the feet as they rose up to the sky.  They were dragged down by a bunch of undead castaways, and now there was no hope in escaping.  Hermione thought of the first thing that came to her mind.  She quickly grabbed her broom and held it to the sky.  There was a flash of blue light, and the broom shape shifted into a sword.  Hermione held the sword high up in the sky.

She swung it around her head with ease, and chopped about five undead castaways in half.  The guy who was about to be sacrificed, but got distracted because Hermione accidentally fell at the right time, was running towards Hermione and Zxero.  Her strangled one of the undead and took a sword from its hand.  He ran over and spoke.
"Hermione Kirkamm, isn't it?" he said, panting.  "I've come to help."
"I can see that," Hermione said.  "And who are you?"
"No time," said the young man.
He and Hermione fought back to back, and Hermione felt a little awkward being around him.
          MEANWHILE...  Zxero was going berserk again, and having quite a bit of trouble maneuvering around all these undead castaways.  It stole a sword from one of the castaways and attempted to slice it in half.  Unfortunately, Zxero had happened to grab the heaviest sword around.  

The sword was about as long as Zxero itself, and when it tried to fly up and stab someone, the weight of the sword pulled it down.  But fortunately for Zxero, it immediately flew back up, high above the crowd of undead, and made its way over towards Hermione and the young man.
"You must escape.  Zxero wants to be sacrificed.  Zxero will distract the undead while you escape," Zxero called.
"No!" Hermione screamed.  "You must escape!  I'll fend them off, and you two GO."
Just then, Hermione realized that she was acting like the people in the movies about life-and-death situations.  She immediately shut her mouth.
"Okay, never mind.  Zxero can do it."
"But Zxero don't want to!" it complained.
"Then why'd you say you would do it then!?" Hermione exclaimed.
          Meanwhile, the cave had been disturbed by the stirring of undead, and the hole of fire began to spread, and a bunch of undead fell into the fire.  Some of them were running away into the little caves that shot off from the main cave.  Zxero, Hermione, and the young man were still quarreling about whose life meant more, and all that other stuff.  They were oblivious to the fact that all the undead castaways had disappeared.  When they had finished quarreling, they noticed that the cave was empty.  Hermione cocked her eyebrows, then said, "What just happened?"
"You FAILED," Zxero said.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

"Time's a tale that can't be told, but is only something been through, is being through, and will be through."

"Pick up your mind and run."

"Freedom we hold in our hearts to wander."

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Magic's Tail- a new trilogy storyline

When Haidi Byrd comes to Magic's Tail Skoo as a wizard of Balance and Time, she finds three new friends.  She and two of her friends, Mira Lyitte, and Griffin Lyitte begin to notice strange things happening within the "Great Kingdom," a galaxy created by wizards who wanted to escape from the planet, Zanthe.  They notice that light and dark are beginning to stir, and unnatural things occur in the Great Kingdom.
          Meanwhile, Rowan Blade is a wanderer in the skoo, and mostly likes to stay isolated, but she meets a dragon called Zxero, who helps her with magic.  Rowan writes books about occurrences in the Great Kingdom.  She makes them up herself, but she doesn't know that the things she writes come to life.  Maybe imagination is the most powerful magic in the wizard's world...  

Monday, November 15, 2010


Merp merp merp merp MERRRRRP!!!!  Merp merp merp merp MEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!   Merp merp merp merp MERRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(and the choir fades out)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

My Greatest Pet Peeve

I can tell she thinks she's special
And I sense it through my mind.
I do not speak when she speaks
For I know she thinks she's "wise."
She doesn't think like the others
For that's why she is what she is.
You may think I'm complaining
But go ahead and think again.
I am my own pet peeve
And I hate it when I am.
I do not speak to others
For I know I will say something "wise" in return.
So think again of other people
I know that for a fact.
And even if you do care for others
That doesn't mean everyone is the same
While you are different.
I was put through that test...

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Aye, Wonderfulness


During the autumn, Serenity, a humble scrub jay living in the countryside loved to nestle up beside the leftover fire pits the people had left to run down.  She loved to feed upon the roasted peanuts left out as bird food.  She would take the peanuts one by one, and bring them over to the fire as it died away into the cold, crisp afternoon.  Serenity loved to watch the gold and orange leaves peacefully fall to the ground.  The forest was silent.  It was so silent, you could hear the leaves drop.  You could hear the slightest winds scanning the tops of the trees.  The afternoon was dark, and the warm yellow lights shown through the windows of the small houses.  You could smell the leaves and a distant scent of baking pumpkin bread.
          Serenity had put down a piece of freshly baked bread she had been offered by a kind baker in a small town a mile away.  She buffed her feathers and rested beside a pit that was still burning with a large flame.  It was a wonderful night.  There were piles of leaves upon the floor where the people jumped and the birds rummaged.  Serenity felt a crisp autumn breeze upon her feathers.  Winter was definitely on its way.  She nipped at the piece of bread beside her and felt contented enough.  She had eaten her fair share for the day.  Tomorrow, she could looked forward to collecting her harvest and store it underground.
          The last of the sun was setting, and smoke from a chimney rose and slightly curved with the wind.
'Tis about time to go back to the forest, Serenity thought.  She opened her wings and fluttered, then settled back down to pick up the bread.  She picked it up and flew off.

The cold night had passed by quickly, though the nights were quite long in the fall.  Serenity was up bright and early, and she had already begun her harvesting.  She decided to go down to the brown house where an elderly woman distributed bread to the birds.  She was especially kind to Serenity.  Humans always had likes and dislikes for certain things.  Serenity didn't care.  She lived on her life as it went.
          She flitted down until she stood on an old rail.  There were garlic braids around the rail, and there were some pots of flowers mounted atop the deck.  Orange leaves were scattered about the deck.  A black cat was sitting at the window, observing the little birds that fed from the bird feeder.  The cat spotted Serenity, and came out to meet her.
"I ssssee you have come again," the old cat hissed.
Serenity nodded.  She looked around to see where there was any food.
"Come innnn..." the cat continued.
Serenity followed the old cat in through the cat door and into the kitchen.  There was a warming smell of baked garlic and veggie soup.  Serenity took a whiff of it and longed for some more harvest.  The cat led her to a bowl of fine roasted peanuts.  Beside the bowl was a tiny slice of leftover pumpkin bread.  Serenity took the bread and found a tiny handkerchief on the counter.  She grabbed as many peanuts as she could carry in the handkerchief and wrapped them inside.  She took the bag and the bread and thanked the old cat who purred with affection.
"Get along ye with ol' winter to come, I say, I say.  'Tis almost upon us.  Ye living in the forest is perrrfectly fine, indeed, but fall ain't a season t' waste.  Heed yer witherin,' and go along, now.  I'll be waitin' fer ye t' come fer the next harrrrvest..." 
And so Serenity nodded and took off through the cat door and saved her stash of food for the winter.  The last of the leaves fell, and the first flake of snow was upon them.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


"The wisest ones stay silent. The more silent, the more they hear, and the more they know."

"The ones with minds think of life, while the ones 'without' just live it."

"Whatever happens, happens. Yet it also doesn't happen."

"No need to give advice when ones learn for themselves."

"Even when one falls, it either stays with gravity, or gets back up, though both things done are pretty much the same."

Memories of the East Autumn


I like to stare at the falling orange leaves.
They peacefully glide to the ground
And I hear them touch the ground
For it is so silent.
I love to watch the migrating birds fly by.
They fill me with joy and sorrow
For they must leave until next year.
I cry 
And I know I will miss autumn.
But I also know that each season is special to me.
The wonderful whiteness of winter.
The plentiful flora of spring.
The beautiful green of the summer.
The chilling winds of autumn.
And each season fills me with happiness.
The last of the birds fly by
And I curl up by the fire.
The maple tree sheds its last leaves
And I smile.
The tree isn't there to just give shade.
It is there
Like everything else on Earth.
The west is almost season-less, unemotional.
But the east is filled with color
And filled with emotion.
I miss the autumn
And so it warms me
to think that it is
Forever by my side.

Monday, November 8, 2010

 I ran and I could not stop, yet my heart longed to rest and rest forever more.  My feet continued to run by instinct, but my mind longed to have my soul be released from my body forever.  The little light of the rising sun crept up behind me.  My heart pounded, and my soul longed to be free from me forever.  I finally turned around and glanced at the first peak of sun.  I was ready for the death of me.  The goddess of the sun would take my life and my soul would be at peace.  I saw the little flicker hope that somehow kept me living, but I avoided it.
"I shall die knowing I avoided hope, and that it only dies with me, but continues to live with other people."
Hope fought and struggled.  It ripped and screamed as Death only laughed.  I parted Hope and sided death.
"You have a life to live!" screamed Hope.  "Yet you waste me away and take sides with death!"
I only stared ahead at the sun as Hope appeared before me.  Her eyes twinkled like stars.
"I am still here," she said.  "Don't betray me now."
But Death had taken form of the sun.  He rose, and would only rise higher.  Shadow, in which I had loved so began to disappear.
"You have chosen, little one, and I do not try to stop you from your choices.  But you will die anyway when you do grow old,"
My mind fluttered with thought.  I did not want to think.  My instincts made me continue to live, yet they would also make me die in the end.  My tears rushed down my face as I decided wether to live or not.  My instincts thrashed at me and cried as they longed to keep my soul inside me.  But then, my mind kept thinking about complicated philosophies.  It trampled the instincts and tried to push my soul out.  My heart thumped as the sun edged closer and closer to me.  I closed my eyes and saw Hope battling Death.  The sun would kill me and I was going to lose the soul within.  My instincts fought hard, and took my heart on a rush, as my mind pushed hard to free me from myself.
Then everything went silent.
I opened my eyes and saw Nothing and Everything.  They were there.  They were me, and I rushed to them.  They became my mind, my body, and my soul, and I reached out to them.  Now I figured out slowly that many things made up my life.  I took both Hope and Death from my mind and became the Nothingness itself.  I took the emotions out of me, then I awakened.  I awakened within Death.  I had gone with what happened, neither accepting nor not accepting.  And whatever happened, happened, and I nor anybody else used their senses to see it.

"To accept or not accept..."

Sunday, November 7, 2010

To Observe Rather than be Reason

The raven perches and stares

As the social ones quarrel.

I see their emotions build

As they try to be the voice of reason.

But the raven only watches

And I see how they try to win by words.

So their powers are dead

And they cancel out each other.

The voice of reason 

It comes to speak

To speak of its perspective

While others have their own.

But I, the raven only watches

While others figure out on their own.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Zaeren Ascending: ch2

Two zaerens
had traveled for miles, about a mile per hour, and sixteen hours a day.  They hadn’t gotten nearly enough rest as they expected, for they were too worked up about finding a new home.  It was nighttime now, and they were quarrelling about the last berries of the season.  One of the zaerens, Yin, who represented the dark side, was watching over her sister, Yang, as she collected the last of the blue berries.  Yang had almost dropped a berry, and Yin told her to wash it.  Yang had told her that she most certainly had not dropped it, and that the berries did not need washing.  Yin spoke back and said that the berries had been there for a long time, and they would never know what could’ve happened to them.  That was when they had weird thoughts that the berries could’ve been urinated on in the past.  (Certainly something zaerens couldn’t care less about, though Yin and Yang were obsessive).
         When the two zaerens were too tired to fight anymore, they travelled on in silence, as the crickets called, and the night birds were doing their own duties.  Yang had begun to worry.
“I have a feeling that the universes are aligned.  My stomach is edgy,” she said.
“Nay!” Said Yin.  “You are crazy to believe in that ‘Kali’ stuff.  Those are children’s myths.  Besides, the universes wouldn’t be aligned, because they are supposed to be aligned in two months.  Maybe you’re just scared of the dark.  Oooh…”
Yang gave her sister a disgusted glare and went on ahead of her, groaning to herself.  “You know I’m not scared of the dark,” she said.  “It’s you that I’m scared of!”
Her tone was of a tease, and Yin could see that.
         The two continued to fly side by side in dead silence.  Up ahead, there was a strange light, flickering through the trees.  The two became curious almost immediately.  They approached the light.
“It’s probably just some people camping,” Yin said, not really caring as much as Yang did.
“Let’s check it out anyway,” Yang said.
Yin finally agreed, and the sisters peered from behind the trees into a clearing.  Within the clearing, there was a bunch of zaerens celebrating a festival.  They seemed to be chanting something.
Gone with Ameil.
Ameil is gone.
Bring back light ‘cause the time has come.
Go Zerothea and Maraysia!
“Ameil is dead!” the zaerens cried with joy.
         Yin and Yang seemed to both feel a surge of joy, and they also cried with joy.  They jumped from their hiding spots behind the trees.  The other zaerens looked of shock when they saw the newcomers pop out from among the trees.  The music halted, and everyone stopped dancing.  Eyes flew to the two travelers.  Yang became a little scared, and she cowered until she was crouched behind her sister.  Her sister was standing tall.  She swore to her sister that she would protect her.
         One of the zaerens stepped out from amongst the crowd.  She wore a large red dress.  Above it was a green tunic.  On her head, there was a big white crown with a yellow bud inside.  Her expression was kind and welcoming.
“Welcome, newcomers, to the land of Zerothea,” she said.
Yin and Yang glanced at each other.
“My name is Hermione, the life zaeren.  I welcome you here.”
Yang crept out of her hiding place behind her sister.  The two stared at each other, then looked to the crowd of zaerens.  They were a little timid.  Hermione slightly smiled.
“I’m quite sorry.  I came out a little too strong.  Forgive me,” she said.
“It’s--- it’s fine,” Yang stammered.  “I have come with my sister from a far away land.  My name is Yang, the light zaeren, and my sister is Yin, the dark zaeren.”
The other zaerens began to mumble.  Never had they seen a light and dark zaeren.  There had only been zaerens that represented their home planet.  Not something beyond their planet.
Hermione gave a little smile and said, “Tonight, we are having a celebration because of Ameil’s death.  She was terrifying to the zaerens of this world, and we have finally gotten rid of her.”
Yin and Yang nodded almost helplessly.  “We heard,” they said.  “The zaerens of our land kept reporting that two unknown lands fought off Ameil and killed her.”
Hermione nodded, too.  “Yes.  The lands of Zerothea and Maraysia helped to fight her off.  We are relieved.  Would you like to stay here for a while?  Hawthorne Forest can be quite dangerous at night.”
Yin and Yang were grateful, and they nodded happily.  “In fact,” said Yang.  “Could we live here?”
Hermione looked to the group of zaerens who were waiting impatiently.  She finally turned back to the sisters and nodded with agreement.
         As the sisters walked into their new home, they were greeted by the other zaerens.  Everyone talked about their lives, and showed the sisters around the territory within Zerothea.  Hermione turned from the crowd to the sky and smiled.
It’s wonderful to have zaerens come to this land.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Zaeren Ascending: ch1

The reason why where living
is because--- We’re living.  It is because we are being; yet we’re not here at all.  It is because of many things, yet nothing at all.  There is a reason why everything is here and there, yet there is also no reason.  It is how the ones with a brain perceive life, is what makes up what life “truly” is.
            You look out a window and you see life.  You see the trees, grass, mountains, city, sky, and so on.  You may think that everything was created by god, or just happened to be there.  Both of those opinions are as true as anything--- for that’s life perceived in your own way.
            But in this story, this is about the “other dimension” of two writers from the real world in the form of “The Wandering One.” In this little part of the other dimension, (which, by the way is made up of all imaginations of all living things with brains) there are such things as “zaerens.”
Zaerens are the ones who are made up of the things you see, the trees, grass, mountains, city, sky, and so on.  They are like faeries, but also like gods, for powers come easily to them.  They aren’t necessarily little people with wings, for they are all the things you see in your life.  The zaerens are made up of life itself.  In the form of a person, though, they are made up of a soul and nothing more than that.  They are pretty much like the gods of my other dimension, for they are made up of whatever they represent, but instead of being made up of nothingness, they are made of a soul that is made up of nothingness.  (Quite confusing it is).
 But as you get to know the story, you will think more.  You will begin to understand the ways of my “other dimension,” and if you ever wrote a book in your life, I will read and begin to understand your other dimension, for the whole other dimension of reality is made up of all imaginations.
And so I finish this short chapter to say that however you perceive life, is what the zaerens are.  What are zaerens?  Make up your mind and you’ll see.

Monday, November 1, 2010


What is and isn't.
Minds are limited.
What is around
Not of meanings
Just of things passed
And are.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Angel of Darkness part 1 of 3

As Yalli thinks in her head deeply, she looks up to Locka who has energy in his eyes. She then says "I'm sorry. I'm just not sure if I want to stay."

Locka then looks harshly at her, but then says in a gentle voice "I understand, but I was hoping that you would stay for the celebration."

"What celebration?"

"Well, today, all of the people in our land go and just have fun. Don't worry, today is going to be mild. The extreme party was a week ago, so it's just a lighting if candles to tell the truth, but it's a big deal in my land. After, all the candles are lit, we have a feast and party til ten. The extreme one is...well I don't want to say since the little one is here."

His sister than becomes cross, but he adds "Oh it's going to be so much fun! You must stay!"

She thinks a bit as he stares hopeful at her and she nods, "Sure". He smiles and continues "Ok, great! So we should leave right now because it starts in about ten minutes. Sister we are going to need your assistance."

She smiles happily, yet micheviously and held both her brother's and Yalli's hand as she closes her eyes. Locka then grabs Yalli's other hand and forms a circle. He looks at Yalli and instructs "Hold tight."

Yalli grips tight to his hand and with a jerk the room flies past them as the surrounding goes away in a flash. She flies like she was flying fast as a jet with no limits. She gets exicited and almost let go of their hands. Then, their is another jerk and she makes everyone fall as they landed. They fall into a field of grass. There is also a big palace made of stones that has green mold growing on it in the middle of the sea of grass. The stars in the night sky helps her see the markings that shows people and figures on the bulidings. One of the figures, that Yalli stares at foundingly, looks a bit like her.

Locka then helps her and holds his sister in his arms. He leads Yalli inside the palace where she sees that it's lit up with dim candles. She sees other people inside that has their hoods on as they are looking into a little brown book filled with pictures. The pictures are moving and talking, saying a story to each person that is different for each person. The characters from each book however looked the same. There is a girl with a light red dress, had her brown hair in a braid, and her green eyes made her look young and an old man who has a gray cloak with wrinkles that covers his eyes and would hit the ground angrily with his short, wooden cane.

"This way." Locka says to Yalli. She then looks to Locka and sees him holding a door open for her. She runs through the door and there is a room filled with closets. Then, Locka and Mearle, sleeping on his shoulder, comes in while shutting the door.

"Open the closet." he whispers.

She then looks to the closet closest to her. She then opens the door and inside is a cloak, black dress, black pants, and black shoes.

"Put them on. Don't worry about me. I won't look."

She then gets a little nervous and decides to put the dress on last. She takes her shoes off, closes her jacket, and starts undressing. She would look at the corner of her eyes as she undresses carefully under her jacket. When her pants and shoes were on, she then realizes that the dress has a zipper on the back.

She has no choice but she puts the dress on in the closet. It's cramped in the small, low ceiling, closet, but she manages just fine. When she gets the dress halfway on her body, she suddenly felt wind blowing around her. She sees the doors behind her open and she is blown out. She is lucky at that point that Locka's sister is there now. She is dressed and helps Yalli get her dress on. She zipps her dress all the way up, of course with some diffcultly, and helps put the cloak on. The cloak has a golden symbol on the front. It shows a man who was holding a dragon in his hands. The dragon looks dead as it stuck it's tongue that dangles from its mouth. Yalli frowns as she sees the design on the cloak.

"Who's this?" she asks Mearle.

"It's the king." she answers coldly.

When she is done, they go outside the door. There, Locka waits for them. He's wearing a black suit with a tie and pants that gets covered by the jacket he wears with it. He looks nice and clean. Yalli didn't even reconize him. He then comes over to them and smiles at her.

"So you're ready?"he asks.

She nods and then Locka helps Yalli put the hood over her head.

"We need to do this because one, you're not married and two, I think you're fourteen and when you are fourteen and older, you need to put the hood on. The man of the household do this to protect the young ladies because boys my age are appreantly hurtful by just looking at you guys. So, it's just for saftey reasons."

She nods a hard yes through her cloak for understanding and follows them back to the room where she sees the hooded people. She then wonders if they are all fourteen and older girls under those cloaks as she counts six that are in the room. There are also people who didn't wear cloaks too, but the girls with cloaks attracts her eyes the most. As she looks around, Locka gets seats two rows from the back.

As she waits for what is to come, she then sees a young boy coming in. He wears a similar suit like Locka's wearing and he has short blue hair. He smiles and nods to everyone.

"Greetings. I'm Roy and I shall lead the ceremony. If you follow me, we shall take the light the candles with us tonight espically since today is suppose to be the darkest day of the year."

Everyone then gets out of their seats and follows him to thr front door.

"If you all please get a candle and come with me outside that will be great." he instructs.

Then, everyone floats a candle in between thier hands except Yalli who looks around nervously.

"Oh, don't worry miss." Roy calls to Yalli. "I will hold your candle if you don't wish to."

He then gets the candle and makes it float in his hands. as well.

"Ok, now everyone follow me outside."

To be continued...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Return of the Mistress of Bird Thieves

On the island of Mountain Rouge, there stood a person with a black bird mask, me,  who looked of about sixteen years of age, when it really was that I was ageless.  I was of another time in another universe.  Where I had lived, there was no dimension of time.  Humans would think that impossible, but think of the other dimension of reality, which is our imaginations.
    I had returned after giving an expensive spear back to the island of Mountain Rouge-- my home.  My companions, Jade, Matt, and Max had traveled with me to another island off Mountain Rouge, made up of forests and a large inactive volcano.  We had traveled there, not intending to run into any danger, until we got trapped in a cave.  We traveled the cave, trying to find a way out.  I had powers, but they weren't strong enough to get us out.  We found a magical spear as we traveled, and of course, I had to steal it because it was shiny.  We weren't meaning to go and destroy a "stupid" man who wanted to get rich by stealing Mountain Rouge and stripping it of its fine gold.  He had, in fact, stolen the spear which belonged to the City of Mountain Rouge.
     The three, Jade, Matt, and Max began to find that my stealing abilities were also used for good.  And after I had returned, the three soon discovered who I really was.  I was from a different world, called Zheclanavia, which was a world of gods.  I wore a black bird mask and never took it off because of the markings on my face.  The markings would give me away.  But the three found out my secret anyway.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Soul

The souls within the inanimate
Are free.
The souls in the living
Are contained
Until death part them.

Zxero the Hero (uh huh, riiight...)

Yeah, the cover of this book looks pretty heroic, right?  Well anyways, on with the story!!!
     In a land called Merp rested upon an unusually small island was a village filled with dragons.  (Phooey!  Of course, from the human point of view, the island was enormous!) There, living in a very disproportionate little hut was a little dragon called Zxero.  It was neither he, nor she, nor it.  But it was called and "it" anyways, so that people could have something to call it rather than calling it by its silly name all the time.  Zxero was a wanderer.  It was also the "Alternate One" which was a god/goddess that represented...  Well, I'm not quite sure...  But anyways, how would you feel if you heard right now that Zxero was the one who wrote this book!?  Yeah, yeah, I know.  Its not that surprising.  In fact, I just told you!  *Sticks out tongue.*
     On this particular day, Zxero was at "training lessons" along with a number of odd an peculiar  dragons who all seemed to have major issues.  One was quite large, and another was quite thin and wimpy, just like Zxero.  Zxero was in full armor along with everyone else.  Its helm was crooked and it dragged its shield upon the floor.  Its friend, Birch was also a wimpy dragon, but much better off than Zxero for he wasn't very long and snakelike.  He was much more muscular.
"ALRIGHT!" Master screamed.  (His voice was always a scream...)  "Today is FLIGHT TRAINING!!!"
"But sir..." started another dragon named Meep, who was most incredibly strong, but too shy for his brawn.
"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW!  We have trained like that ever since you were little maggots, BUT THIS IS BASIC TRAINING!!!" Master distracted.
"But I thought this was major fighting class," said Mudlut, a very clever and slender dragon who could beat anyone in a fighting contest.
Master crossed his eyes.  "Yes, quite, but YOU LAME DRAGONS CAN'T EVEN PICK UP A SWORD!!!"
Oh, gurgling glacksticks.  I hope this doesn't turn into another "Master and Mudlut mess," Zxero thought with a great glare of agony to the sky.  Birch, who was patiently sitting beside Zxero was nodding off to sleep.  (Obviously, that was known as "patience" to the dragons.  Dragons slept when bored, even at the dinner table).  Zxero nudged him awake.
"Get up," it wrote through its mind to Birch.  "Master is...  Waiting..."
     Master was pacing back and forth, observing the dragon's wings.  He was amused by the little dragon's wings, and he chuckled.
"TERRIBLE WINGS!" he said said with a grunt when he got to the end of the line of dragons.  "All of you will FAIL!!!"
"Especially you, Zxero," Mudlut hissed under his breath towards Zxero.  "You will never be the God of the Dragons."
The other dragons chuckled at this.  Zxero only stared on ahead as Master lifted his oversized tail and gave a big, loud fart to silence the dragons.  When that didn't work, he began to explode.
"SILENCE YOU LITTLE MAGGOTS, BFORE I EAT ALL THE LIVING CARPFLEAS FROM THOSE LITTLE BRAINS OF YOURS!!!" he thundered with a great shake of his fatty, overhanging belly.
"Not before I eat you yourself," Zxero managed to say.
Birch laughed at this until Zxero gave him a nice thwack on the nose with its tail.  Finally, after fifteen whole minutes, the dragons became silent.  Finally, Master gave the orders.
"ALRIGHT!" he boomed.  "Now, go and do twenty laps around Merp!!!"
Everyone moaned and groaned and began filing out of the main training hall.
"Unless you want me to stick FIFTY FIREBALLS UP YOUR BUTT!" Master said.
"No, no!" everyone said.  They immediately became silent.
Zxero was pushed and mauled by the hefty dragons as they all attempted to fit though the door at once.  (Not to mention, the door was only for long dragons like Zxero or Birch or their dreaded enemy, Mudlut).
     When Zxero and Birch were finally outside, they came to find that all the other dragons had taken off and were already halfway around Merp.
"Come on," said Zxero, giving one beat of its wings and finding it took it already about halfway around Merp.
"Oh, joy," Birch moaned close behind Zxero.  "I absolutely, definitely, positively, seriously...  Well, I kind of forgot what I was going to say, but I think I was about to say that...  I HATE THE FACT MASTER MAKES US RUN LAPS!!!"
"Hmmm..." Zxero said, hardly surprised.  "Quite so, since we are supposedly supposed to be training for protecting stupid jewels from knights who want to slay us."
"It's all myth!" howled Birch.  "They're training us for MYTH!"
And so they both flew on as Zxero managed to hold back its temper while Birch complained and complained.  (And though one beat of their wings brought them halfway around the island of  Merp, the dragons STILL took an hour to finish.  How lame).

To be CORNtinued....... (Within the next MILLENNIUM!)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


We as humans
We give everything meanings.
We take the world in our hands
And give it a meaning that is related to our factors.
We create everything in our own ways
To feed the dragon of imagination within our minds.
And we symbolize life 
From how we perceive it.

Bread is like Rock

Bread is like alternative rock music.
You have to listen to every instrument in the song to see its meaning.
In bread, you must think about the flavor to understand its worth.

A Step Without Moving

Ride upon the dragon of fear.
To be it is to conquer
Fear fears itself
For one step it takes has no movement.
The step taken affects and is effected.
For a dragon within thee is beaten
And it beats thee 'til death.

Angel of Darkness part 2

As the angel soon wakes from her long sleep, she sees she is in a very dark and dim room. The room smelt of smoke that came from a fire. The wall's grey paint were pealing off the walls and had scratches on them.

As she realized that the room wasn't her bedroom, she got up with a start. She saw a crib next to her. It was empty with a black notebook. As she got up to touch it, she suddenly heard a scream and a yell saying "Don't touch that you angel!"

She turned around and saw a little girl. Her eyes were bright, firey orange, her black dress was in shreds and her white stockings were filled with holes. She ran with her red pony tail following her behind. She grabbed the notebook, hiding words that said Mearle's Book of Internal Thinking.

"Don't worry about her. She is very protective about her belongings. " said a voice.

The angel saw a tall Boy in the doorway. He seemed to be sixteen, had long black hair with red streaks that was flipped to the side. He had ripped pants with chains hanging to the side that was clipped to his bat wings. He also wore a blood-stained, black shirt. He looked at the angel with soft brown eyes.

"Hi. I'm sorry if you had a hard time up-their." he said pointing to the ceiling.

She looked at him confused, then widened her eyes.

"I'm in the world below Heaven? Below the mortal world?!"she said surprised.

He nodded confused at her.

"I heard you cry a few times that you wanted to know who you are, so I brought you to your dad's homeland..."

"Wait! How do you know my dad?"

"Everyone does. He is the king of the land and you being his daughter, you must lead us..."

"I'm not suppose to lead! My mother said that she didn't marry a king!"

"She did know." the girl inturrepted',"But she was too scared to tell you."

The angel was then silent and shoved her head into her hands. She then felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Please. You need to lead us. Our new king burned my mother's house and killed my father. The only person I have left is my sister and she is still going to school. I'm sure your sister and brother will be scared if they were in a situation like this. You are my... I mean our only hope."

She then looked to the boy, seeing her reflection in his eyes.

Am I truely a leader of this land?

"Well, if you don't trust him," said the young girl,"Did you smell the smoke when you woke up? I would believe that's the only proof you need."

She then nodded to the girl and looked to the boy.

"I need to think, but before I feel settled with you guys, can you at least tell me your names."

The boy then got up and looked down at her, "I'm Locka Tivsh. My sister is Mearle Tivsh. What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Yalli Cloud. I'm an half-angel, half-dark being."

"You mean demon, evil, stupid creature that you angels want to treat us like dirt!"

"No, I never heard any angel say that."

"Your mother does in her sleep." the girl interjected.

"She doesn't..."

"She does. We can hear her mumble it every night."

"Wait, how do you know all about me and my family?"

"Well, we have" the boy mumbled

"Spying, stalking, peeping on your lives, you know that thing." said the girl micheviously.

"You have?"

The boy stared at Yalli in the eyes very hard.

"We had to. It was on the orders of the king and when I heard your mother talk to you about you being part dark being, I realized that you must be the person who need to lead us. I'm sorry if your upset with us. I can understand this."

She stared at him with sorrow for some reason. Her dark side feeling sad about him being up in Heaven.

"It's okay."she says.

He then nods and asks "Will you lead us then?"

She then looked down and her mind puzzled as she wondered in her mind for the right answer.

To be continued...

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Most Powerful Moment...

As the night crept in
In came imagining.
In a world of sorrow and fear
Yet happiness and victory.

The war of gods stretched far beyond the wanderer could ever imagine.
The wanderer was us.
Us, three of a kind.
For the wanderer is everything everywhere
Yet nothing at all.

The wander krept out of us
Our imaginations forged together
To build a story most powerful to us.
The wanderer brought our minds in.

The wanderer made us one
And we became the wanderer, itself.
We created a story together as one
And our imaginations stretched far beyond the world.

We used power beyond all powers
The power of our stories.
And we built a story together
That connected to us.
To our lives...

But I feared at the end this was the last...
The last of our connections
Yet I knew we would always be connected at heart and in imagination.
We would always imagine different ways.

But we would always remember that powerful moment in our lives
When our minds were connected.
We would remember the story in which we created by the music that played to our hearts.
Even if we had not made a big deal of that moment right after,
In my heart
It will always be my most powerful moment ever to this wandering mind we all hold... 

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Questions Never Answered

Each of us have questions
Don't we?
We want to find an answer.

Some questions are answered
But some are not
For none of human kind knows all.

We are curious and like to learn
And we think about life.
We think we know the answer to its meaning.

Each meaning we give it is from our individual perspectives
And that's what makes up the Nothingness.
The Everythingness.

How everything perceives life makes up what it is.
So wether something has a perspective on life or not
You live your life the way you see it.

The way things are
Ones that think
Ones that don't think
Ones that are not "living,"

All are there
And no matter if all is an illusion or not
Everything will always be there.

Yet not there at all...

Monday, October 18, 2010

A Poem of Thinking

The world makes me mad,

I wish to run and hide for I fear the inside,

The outside and everywhere on the far side.

Why do people have emotions,

When it ruins our lives?

Yet at the same time,

It makes us who we are.

Is the heart the source of feelings?

But the brain always conflicts in what we think,

Or is my thinking wrong?

When I guess nervous, I twitch and fidgit.

How do release your nerves?

We all in some way,

But again,

I wish I didn't.

Life is confusing and twisted,

Yet it is simple as the sky.

I hope you not scrambling for hours when you stare at the stars,

Because it's an answer we all know inside.

Now look at your friends,

Your true friends.

Now think how they are,

Why they are like this?

See in your dreams,

The true values of you.

See when you dream,

Is this the real you,

Or a "you" that you didn't even know?

Just look inside ourselves,

And see what you want to see,

Or is it what I want to see?