T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

I would like to say I am very sorry for the video not coming in. I was really excited to do it. But, it’s done and facts show there is no video coming, no need to linger on it. But I am not letting those questions that people found time to ask. I am still going to answer them, just not the way I promised to do.

So without much else to say this is from your host: T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III.

1) How did I come up with my username? (From Chilton)

Well before, it was just T-Kun Odd. And I was thinking after having it for a while, that name didn’t come close to who I was or what I wanted to become.

And . . . ta-da! With each part of my username; holding, a certain part of me. T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III: Well each part is base something I little bit about me.

Starting with the first T-kun, it’s more do to with an old slang (No clue of what dialect) I heard around when I was little, Kun (Koon) meaning a night owl or who does inhuman things when sun goes down and just adding the T is mostly for the start of my name, which if anyone wants to call me, it’s Tia.

For Unusual it was part of how others saw growing up, kind of the outsider, was on special watch from adults and such. In other usernames, I have done the same. A pattern I love in my own way, that defines me, be it good or bad.

Wordsmith is easy on its own for it’s a type of way of saying what you like to do. Much like that of a blacksmith if you will. My style to be known would be writing, and now and then, I would be gleefully called out on it.

And lastly for the III, is a family matter that deals with how many think of how writing petty little words will get somewhere in life, or for the matter what could they possibly do for others. With first being my late great aunt from my mother’s grandma’s side and the second being a cousin of mine of the same side of the family of my grandmother but on her father’s side of his youngest sister (I know, try keeping up with this family tree and your mind might just blow up from confusion), who wanted to be a writer, but was cut short, when losing feeling with his body from the neck down, not long later losing his voice. So, I guess in my sob way, I keeping the pattern going, hopefully somewhere down the road, there’s going to be a forth. (Thumbs Up) Here’s hoping.

2) If you could quantum leap into a famous person in history but you only had the choice between Elvis two days before he died while on the can or David Carradine two days before he died trying to auto- erotically asphyxiate himself, which would you choose? (Man With No Chin)

Well when given just the two. Most likely; the latter of the two. It’s just that I am not familiar with this person, so I am more open to the option. As to Elvis, who is been leaving folks mouths so much, I have gotten bored of him. Not of what he’s has done. But mostly for the never ending joke of it.

3) If you could murder any (fictional) sitcom character, which would it be? (Man With No Chin)

I don’t normally watch sitcoms, and if I did. I had no idea that’s the name they went by. But, if had to say on the character . . . well more than one. I have Peter G., Roger (America Dad), and The Great Gazoo from the Flintstones. One’s a horrible father, one’s a drunken, bag of shit that came nothing else but of a single mother jackass who was glad to rid of him, but sadly on our planet and the other has a voice that makes my ears bleed when he’s on screen. If that comes close to how I feel about them, that is much to come of them, as they gave reasons to drop the shows all together and never look back. Yeah, I’ll hear things about them, but I won’t give a big damn about them.

4) What is your greatest inspiration for your work? (Big Black Hat Man)

My greatest inspiration of my work? That’s hard to say, really? Anything. But I end up writing when I check out, kind of a health thing. Some people say from those who had gave me feedback from what it could be, from movies to music to life to emotions. So, I guess everything and anything can be inspiration, it’s just how far your mind is willing to go. And my shows no limitations of it.

5) What was the most fun you ever had? (Big Black Hat Man)

Going to my first comic con. That was fun. Got a lot of new comics, saw some cool things. Brought lots of memorably. Got to meet some fellow Webbers from other sites I’m on. So, yeah it was a real blast to put it short.

(I am the short one in the middle pointed the gun at the blonde next to me)

6) Who is the most inspired author you have ever read? (Big Black Hat Man)

Umm, well, you see when I was younger. Reading was a little on the hard side for me. Kind of a nah says for people like me to be seen reading a book of any kind. Only book I was able to read at first was a small hand size book about ten pages long with maybe about six to seven words a line each page, about a tiny rabbits daily day and how he handles it. It was because of that little book I wanted to read more, but in the dark of others so I wouldn’t be teased about it. Now, it’s freer with reading, leaning on comics mostly but still the same with less words and big pictures. But if there is some books I have read from start to end, those people would be: Diana Wynne Jones (Howl’s Moving Castle), Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian, and a few others but I am not sure they count but yeah. . . there are some other authors but their mostly for animal books, human body, space, how things work, and so forth.

7) Considering you are starting a new show, what is your favorite thing in the whole world, the thing that makes you happier than anything, and how could you work that into the format for your show so you will have the maximum amount of fun creating your show? (G@IBREL GR@Y)

Even though the video couldn’t come through. I am still going to answer it. It would have been my dream catch that I got from my late grandmother from my father’s side of the family. For she once told me that your dreams and nightmares makes you into whom you are. Back then and now. As a reminder of when you were younger, comes into passing to what you are as an adult in a whole. As well sticking to my roots (No matter how many there is) I hope that answers what you’re looking for Mr. GR@Y, even though the video couldn’t make it through, at least know the dream catch is near when I do my work.

Short and sweet has come to things like this.

That has how I have found a place like this.

Simple and . . . a bit grand.

This is where I can me,

Just as everyone else here.

Be say this is a hobby,

Or making a wise of future for it.

And as I would love to say more,

my hand won’t let.

To where I say bye for now,

and may next be better.

Now and then, Dungeons and Dragons, is known in some form or another. Some role-play, the game board, the PC, and so on. But there is another, those who want to think outside the box. In this case, the written style can be done through in person or online chats. Grammar and spelling is fixed for it would be easy to read. As some parts where we were out of D-n-D style (Icon faces, pictures, side track talks of the real world, and so on) was edited out.

So with insightfulness, some internet pals came into and was full on withdrawing to show-off, in the best way of saying with them.

In the lineup by D-n-D player names:

Lilly-Ana Beech Slapper

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior

Jasun

MuGin BAA Snick-a

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz (Me)

LaRinGrosser42

Okay with that out of way, let see what we come up with in today game, number 38!

Out; in the forbidden woods Use Xian, far the nearest town, yet near the closest bloodshed. As the sun started to rise in the in sky, with cooling air fading away, but still the campfire still stoke, for warmth for those who looked out. Small chatter came from two who did the last round of lookout, only waiting for others to rise and join them. Along, the short waiting for another to return back soon, to join the others in a lively chat to come!

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: Okay guys, what’s today’s plan . . . and if it to look for slummers again, Rickraff, I will kill you with 23 XL free lass.

Looking; to the said person of that name, glaring as hell itself. But really, Rickraff just laugh off the look, brushing off the dust of earth from his rest, in the sake to save what was left of his awesome self.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: LOOK FAR. The King of Kill Joy!

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz took a ready step to beat the shit out of him.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior did the same, reaching for his, 9 level swords, to go against that weak flimsy stick called a wand.

But before the two could even start anything. A new voice broke them apart. Glancing to say this petty battle could wait. Or never happen, for those two are the thickest head chumps there are.

LaRinGrosser42: Raise not of the tall tales, my friends, for soon in the mail box lax, mayor in what is signed.

The two before, stood down, with looks of wonder of what the letter from mayor could be. And would it be fun.

As; others hope for something along the lines of something else, as just hearing the news from a long night of rest, from the last “Great Battle” they did. Which, by the way, didn’t end well for, one, very small dwarf, who was still recovering!

MuGin BAA Snick-a: Is it too late to back out of this?

He turns to face Spell, patting his shoulder. With look of understanding, but the feeling died quickly.

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: You made the pack! You can’t back out.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: Nor get laid with Captain anti-fun-bag lazy eyeing you.

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: I would like one day with you, that doesn’t start, mid, or end at a brothel. Just one day!

Poor MuGin BAA Snick-a, stuck between the two. Knowing, if moving could end badly, for that BAA stayed in place, for the sake of others . . . really . . .

Without the others knowing, Jasun grabbed the letter from LaRinGrosser42 and gave it a quick read. Jumping for joy! This was something he was born for, it couldn’t have come sooner!

Jasun: Sweet. Gold egg time!

LaRinGrosser42: Damn it! That’s not what it said!

The tones of whininess went unheard to Jasun’s ears.

Jasun: You were slow on reply, it was fair game, and if you say otherwise it is a level 12 go against level 6. Bring it!

The other, semi-power LaRinGrosser42 smirked at the poor, low brain lad. Taking; a daring step his way him, the smirk never falling, from place, of her lovely brown skin . . .

Jasun took heed that for moment, LaRin was fawning over herself. In ends, rolled his eyes of how true that fact was with that woman.

LaRinGrosser42: You’ll never win against me. Not today anyway.

Jasun: Memories is all they are, walling doll. I see more of this day in my favor!

LaRinGrosser42: From what I recall, I still whip you and was to become my slave for the coming days of play. So go ahead. I dare you!

Jasun: You said the last battle, and the one before it, so you know what! Grabbed your weapons! You are on!

MuGin just face palm of the childlessness of the two, it was fair play to of how the four people who were the biggest pains here.

After Rickraff used his magical mind powers, he spoke.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: Spell, duh, you don’t need to be a smart scroll reader to know that!

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: Oh, you bastard!

In the signs of these, there is needed for a strong leader. To keep them in line, reminding them who they are. And; what they for their people of the woods, in suddenness of the deepest reaches of a fight between friends, not foes!

Lilly-Ana Beech Slapper: SILENCE MERE WALKERS OF THE LAND. A QUEST HAS BEEN GIVEN TO US AND YOU CHOOSE TO WASTE TIME ON BITTER WORDS OF MINDLESS HELL-DAMN, AMONG EACH OTHER. IS THAT HOW IT COMES TO BE?

MuGin BAA Snick-a: Jasun, your girlfriend is here.

Jasun: Hi honey, where were you?

She notice of how nerve her love was when seeing on her last hutch. Jasun did what he could to play nice, wanting nothing more than his love to be happy. Without; much thought, got to his knees to kiss her lovely feet.

Who, in return, just pushed him away from her feet, not taking note of his devotedness? Indeed she did.

He knew he was in trouble, but hopefully he wasn’t going to take the pain alone.

Lilly-Ana Beech Slapper: Where was I? Away somewhere, of where whispers to take me away. Only briefly and thankfully ended in time to see brotherhood was coming to end between you. What is today’s goal?

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: That sexy, would be gold egg time? Jasun, what the hell is that?

Jasun: It sounded better in my head. But it would be great. Going up the far high mountains, which scratch the sky with their roughness, having the tears of rain fall down as if it was blood. Traveling to the endless bays of sand, trolls sucking to us bags of bones, and vixens! Rick, you love vixens!

In time while Jasun spoke of this fine adventure, he conjure the spell of the smoke images to Rickraff to know what he was talking about. Knowing it was only a matter of time.

MuGin BAA Snick-a: Careful what you say, Jasun, you don’t know . . .

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: Holy Red Sweet-Ass Fish Angles! I just got the smoke images from you, Jasun, I am in! Bring on the vixens!

LaRinGrosser42: You would what be called the bad side of what it like being a man. Knock it off! Though, some lustily vixens who love sweet gals, in meaning me . . . I am in!

Lilly-Ana Beech Slapper: Dear, I hope you know what you are up to?

Jasun just smirk of what could be seen to others from the devil, himself, to Lilly-Ana, snaking an arm around her, pulling her close to him. Gently placing a kiss on her cheek, knowing it was the little things they shared made moments worth it.

Jasun: Have faith in me, my little dove.

Looking to others, meeting eyes with each of them, having a friendly smile to them, in means of kindness to them . . . puppy eyes always came later if they didn’t go along. Luckily none of them, made a bother to speak.

Jasun: Eastward my commands! Off to find in search of this gold egg fine! Make haste!

As the group gather their things, packing away from their hide away in the camp in the deep woods. Using the sun as the compass to lead them to where they set off to. Once reaching the boarders of where a town called. . .

Zimmerton . . .

. . . Where a town called Zimmerton . . . a town that was slowly falling apart from it riddling crimes, poverty, the painful falling of a declining town. Pongs of deficient, retch, plasma, rot filled the air. Lifeless bodies found within the open spaces of building laid lifeless to those who dared notice.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: Could it get anymore sadder?

LaRinGrosser42: None sign of lacking larks from me, Rick, you sure about this . . . Jasun?

Jasun had a face of uncertainness, but said nothing, kept walking through the town. In; hopes to fine an open market.

MuGin BAA Snick-a: That’s a no.

Jasun: Come friends, this way . . . it will be quicker.

Rickraff Cumsasser the Warrior: Stay in front of me Spelly?

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: I am going to say no, for last I did, a half-breed Liban nun tried to eat me. Be my guest and go ahead.

Spell made no move, holding out a hand in a gesture to be ahead of Spell. Not wanting to hear another word from the other, who in time moved ahead of Spell, glaring as doing so?

Not liking it one bit, but did so anyway.

With soon the group took the spoke path of Jasun choice, coming to see a weapon’s shop. Jasun gleefully rushed over to it, calling to others to catch up. When all neared closed enough, Jasun open the door . . .

Only to have a Wizard’s mirror turret for them to fall through, sending them but one to wherever it was predicted case for. Spell could watch in horror as the team felled through.

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: Guys!

Spell made a try to touch the glass, hoping for a response from the glass. But the moment, the lone hand touch the mirror, it was hard and cold, pressing flatty against it.

Spell Bizarre Channel Priz: Damn, hang on, I’ll see what I can do with a . . .

. . . ~Lost Signal~ . . .

No joke, the game was going good, but then I was cut off. I did inform the others of this, and we plan to meet again to finish it, but yeah. It so suck so badly. Thanks for sticking around for this, even if it felt it was going flat a few times, but that’s just how it is with these guys. Though to be fair . . . I am no better!

Hello Manic Expression, thought I once again try and take a step out of my comfort zone (really, it’s weird), and dive into my inner fan girl, to speak about how the motions went coming to knowing the boys in green in my short life, excuse for any rambles here or there.

The love of the turtles started out young, about maybe around the age four at most. During the time of when family time was little to nothing, babysitters and such else. So there were a few times in life, when someone, and that could anyone is alone, and need something to lack onto.

When looking for movie to watch, out of boredom and painted all of grandfather’s nails of his fingers and toes, with no sports to bother him no more, the chance to watch something was an open gamble. Soon having him pulls out a box of tapes from a high shelf . . .

Yes, tapes? Anyone remember those? Black rectangles that held film within, that would roll pictures in it? Okay those who know good, just trying to reach those who don’t.

When looking through the tapes. The basics were there; Disney, good old eighty classics (Robocop, Hobbit (animated movie), Who Framed Roger Rabbit? I found with an odd title and was way out of season for it.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: A Radical Easter. (It wasn’t the real title, but the reason for is another story for another time)

Pop that sucker in and a turtle fan I came to be. Overtime, I would say it was the family element of it that drew me to the turtles, four brothers defending the world, one clan of Foot Ninja and slice of pizza at a time. It was over the time, as when my family was getting back to what it was before I could remember, the turtles veiled the lost until then with the family troubles, school troubles, life as it is, I went through, until finally things done and over with, well close as they’ll ever be. But, the crash course of the years of the turtles (Hopefully not ending up as a walking wiki page at least), pointed it out well enough.

Through the ups and downs, what was good and what was a miss chance to be something. It was a superlative world to look through from the characters, plots, lessons, the different designs and changes the turtles went through. I took it for what it was, good and bad. Even having the time to rate it.

The mini “movie” from the 80’s is first, for easy to understand reasons. (4 years old)

The comics came later. (5 midway 6 years old. Nightmare fuel: but worth it!)

The 90’s movies (6 midway to 7 years old, first two were the best, and third? Wait was there a third?)

The 80’s show (Through the rest of the 7th year, enjoying it to the 80’s cheese that has been marked in my bloodstream for life)

Next Mutation (first few months of through the 8th year, wasn’t the best and they could have done better)

Few of the Japanese Culture intakes of them (Start of the spring of the 9th year, nearing the summer of same year, it was weird, I’ll will at least say that much)

2003 turtles (10-17/18 years, in my top 3 TMNT overall, but sadly they weren’t the fondest years of life, but for what is rightfully to remember will always be cared for tenderly, and welcome.)

2007 movie (When hearing about it, I was on a five year wait for it, and the results for it, were what I wanted it to be, getting a 7/10 stars from me. 14 years old at the time.)

Turtles Forever (18 years old, last thing of happiness that was keeping grounded and helping through the final years of schooling.)

Then there was that break, taking on things of real life with lack of an anchor, but the bonds I made through the years, from trusting friends, a family bond I didn’t think that would ever happen, risking taking on chances weren’t that scary anymore.

But those moments in time, came slowly back in 2012 with a new look of TMNT, and for what the show is. Is great, it may not be for every one of the turtle fan base, it’s at least shows that the turtles are hanging in. And with the new movie coming just months away of this year, it’s a bitter taste to say in kind words. If now, I will be okay if the turtles have a final resting place after this, I still have the memoires of them, and that’s all that is needed. Growing up is hard, but so was childhood when coming down to it. Making mistakes and learning is just how things are.

Knowing something like this, might not give the full fill of how things went, but at least give the impact on what the turtles did for me. They kept me going, wanting some of that same family feel, and in time I did. I know that others reasons for liking or disliking vary, I don’t mind, believe the understanding of what it is to like something and be bashed one way or another, but through it all, if this item holds something dear to you, you hold onto it. No matter what others might say or do. It defines you and thus makes you far from what they are.

You’ll could come to understanding when that tender feeling comes back, as to why you love it, be it Turtles, Ponies, Disney, Music Categories, Bots, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Dick Figures, South Park, Critic Reviewers, Twilight, Adventure Time, and anything else, it’s your happy place, no one can take it away. For it’s your life of defiance, let others nah-say if they wished to, because guess what? We are all a fan of whatever gender of something and will defend it, as it was and still is family (And in family, we also have our disagreements, but isn’t that what’s worth for?).

Thanks for reading, see you all next time!

Hello Manic Expression, and welcome to another out of the norm blog. This time, on Frozen, a very well talked film through the short it has been out, and on the few topics I haven’t seen about it, is a subject matter, that I must be on drugs or something to have noticed it and thought about writing it.

And that is, how Anna and Elsa are the forms of adulthood and childhood. I’ll do my best in telling what brought this up.

With that said, let’s get the simple thing out the way. Elsa is the older sister and Anna is the youngest. As both; see the world is different matters, handle the matters different, and change the matters in their own way.

Starting with Anna, the sign of childhood, as she shows how simple things should be. Such as family should always be near and not pushing each other away, only for that, they know little of the reason or careless of what the reason is. Their family and need to be near each other, simple as two plus two equals four, even at such a young age as six, she knew she needed to be by her sister, not being shut out.

Going by any means of how to get her sister come back be who she used to be. Now fast forwarding ten years later, and being contact with fewer people than what the manner a person is used to, she still have this strong believing fully on that life is like a fairy tale story.

Which leads to the sad part of childhood, when young, no one takes the youth style in a respectable matter, thus having the lack of knowing how adulthood works. Through many parts of the movie, it shows how she holds onto that childhood of easiness and fairy tale ways. For that’s all she knows, but means in no way a bad thing, it just makes other things a little harder to swallow to what Elsa has gone through.

Mindset of Anna’s Childhood world:

Love’s first kiss will break the spell.

You can marry someone you just met.

Family doesn’t shut each other out, they play and laugh; danger isn’t real.

Only bad people get the short end of the stick, even those who act well for bad deeds.

There is no need to speak of anything but the truth, and with luck, things will get better, there is no need for doubt.

Moving onto the adulthood, where realty is nothing but pain, but you have to face. Head on if needed.

Elsa is the sign of adulthood for certain reasons, just as Anna is that of childhood. Elsa had to grow up pretty fast, when tragedy happens, going through the emotions that an eight year old had to harshly to take, that was Elsa, knowing the hardship that everything that was childhood was gone, the moment how a simple gift can turn bad, and quickly.

Where she had to do whatever it took to protect what she cared about, whiling bearing that of what her parents had to do, doing her best to keep Anna as the same she was, as that day Elsa powers acted out, never happen. Knowing fully, it would hurt the other, but it was best.

Her first none child reasonably matters of life was that she had a power, a power of weather to control, any matters of play had to be push aside for the sake to keep it from damaging any more than it already had. Her fairy tale world crash when seeing that good people do get hurt, even those close, when her own power was what could have ended her sister’s life, the fairy tale world was gone. With her childhood bitter in some ways to her, means no, she can’t still remember the good times, they just don’t come as easy as they do for Anna.

Mindset of Elsa’s Adulthood world:

Keeping people safe, leaves that it’s best keep them away from the danger, even if the danger is yourself.

Good people die just as quickly as those who are bad, in one case; parents dying.

Simple things don’t change bigger damage, ignoring and not doing anything is one thing.

What is a gift can also go against you.

Fixing the problem takes a lot more effort than just some pretty words, small action never hurt; let’s say a simple hug of love of family is better than any other love there is.

Through the whole movie, it does a very a good job to balance it. A movie that is well earned the title of a family film. With; showing the matters of childhood fairy tale likeness and that of the ways of how adulthood can change one person. Elsa and Anna play good role models, going for nearing the end of the movie, that there is a fine line where you can hold onto your childhood, and still take the hardships of adulthood. Though, just saying it might be easy, doing is hard, but that’s where the balances play. And fun of the challenge to make it happen, to becoming a fine adult while having clever ways of being an inner child.

Add in anything on this if you wish, facts vary on such things; it just relies on the viewer. These were just the few things I saw in the movie.

So many emotions swam through the boy. In short matters that one path could lead to the world that felt as a dream, but it is all that he knew. Or in another path that led to a world that would feel as a dream but where he was meant to be, even if he knew nothing of it. He had to choose, quickly for that the wall that was closing in. Within a second he closed his eyes and dashed forward.

He did not care of where is feet took him. The boy’s eyes stayed closed arms extended to push any obstacles out of his way. Even when the striking fell of the elastic gel bounces him away from where he ran. Seeing he must have ran on for miles on in this place. A place that was just a blank desert with a tall wall of blurry glass.

Once more, the boy seemed to be at yet another crossroad. As he looked into the glass of gel, he stared at his own blurry image but this time fed up after all that has happened took a calming breath raised his hand and furiously pushed through the gel enough to break through and not a second longer. Jumped.

The feeling that came from jumping in the gel felt as cold as heaven but just as unwelcoming as hell. If the boy were to scream nothing came out but silence. Blinded by a light that felt farther but so close. The ground was all the more welcoming.

The aftermath of falling forever finally stopped ending harshly but blissfully. But the feel of fiction and non differ for that the boy was very much in the same place, and had a long way to go.

With his held up high he kept going. feet treading that unbeaten path that sliced and probed his feet bloody as he kept going. The boy noticed how the days were hot and short and the night were long and cold. Battering his body as he kept going in the most inhumane battle he had ever felt. If his body was weak he showed no signs, until he just laid down in exhaustion.

As his body lay lifeless, having the sun burn his skin slicking it with sweat draining any life that he had left. But what the sun couldn’t touch was his mind. As it still wandered as to what that path had for him. If not for the whispering sounds of the unknown around him letting fear strike in him with enough adrenaline to run.

Hours just ticked away as he kept moving with sounds surrounding him of nothing but his breathing distant grows surround him, the mild winds of the whirling sand and the small movements beneath his feet. All he could do at that moment was mumble hastily of words of when this was going to end, and with the perils of this path apparent this was not going to end soon.

It would seem, that fear was all he had this moment. The blazing days and freezing nights, soon started to blend. His mind fried from all the treading he had done, in this short moment. Hours it was. But it felt close to years. And to that, a final thought he had, he fell forward of out of pure weakness. With a lone tear that he had given up and let his body rest.

In the mist of his fogy mind, letting all before his travels, a small friction awoken him. A jab to the shoulder, in no doubt to awaken from his sleep. At first did nothing, hoping this motion of bitterness would go away. But that was not the case, as the jabs grew harder into harsher kicks. He made a move to it stop, it was to act out on the other who dared to bothered him. Only for the other to easily miss the attack.

The boy more intone to what was going on. Noticed a girl before him, smiling happily but eerily before him. Giving a small wave to him. The boy surprise to see another person, close to his age as well, had to ask who she was. Only for a moment did a frown grace her face, before again back to that odd smile. Before she opened her mouth in showing that her tongue was cut out and reaching for a necklace within her tattered blouse, with a symbol that was match as to why she was who she was. And before the boy could run, she grabbed him by the arm, leading somewhere that was far into the land of sand, and away from the rocky path he was to take.

With many matters to get away from the girl and back to what the was to do. Did everything in his power to do so. He tug his arm hard to break away from her, but it did little. Pleads were made, but fell to a deaf ear. Out of anger, he had one last choice, and he used it. With one deep breath, reached back his free arm far away, before landing a good hit to the girl’s skull. What he didn’t think would happen, was her head to roll away, but at least he was free. In shock but free.

The boy slowly moved away from the girl’s body. But stopped when the land started to shake, a dark force blasted out of that tiny body, darkening the skies, blocking all that of light there was, only for eyes to form, brighter than the sun looking down at the boy, when soon a chestier grin at the boy. In response, the boy ran, not once looking back and trying not show emotions when a deep, bellowing, demonic laughter that echoed through the land. It left the aftershock of shattering the ground, breaking it, falling into unknown abyss like jigsaw puzzle pieces.

A wrong move was made on the boy, as a piece of the land broke before him, feet away from the path that remain untouched. In a last second choice, made a jump for it, barely making it, but made it all the same. Rushing back into pace as did he before. Letting his mind race with unsaid prays to make it. With that demon not far behind, the laughers never dying, by his sight did, leaving him in darkness that wasn’t that of sleeping nor awareness. And his cries filled the dark world before silence followed, along with the laughter.

The boy filled the darkness with cries. In a way of saying he failed. Left alone in the dark to deal with it, leaving no one but himself to handle this epidemic. Little knowing, that soon, with a final cry, his chest rose no longer in the dark, and soft chuckles of the demon came soon after.

With a strike of lighting, loud and powerful, it bullied the beast away. Frightening the boy back to life. To his feet he did, facing the beast. Scared but not backing down. Shouting with shakes but strongly, that the boy was done with this world. Wanting to leave it, go back to somewhere unknown, but it was his world. If the beast dared say other, another strike of lighting came, daring to deny the rights that all must have in a time like this. In the mix of the two, the boy was caught in the cross fire of it, with a spark of lighting and fog of the beast, collide into the boy, swallowing him. Sending him somewhere he hope, that wasn’t there anymore.

The boy, lost in the limbo. Thin clouds rounded around him, like a blanket, that wasn’t safe nor unworthily for him to bear on his wounded flesh from the travels he did. With doors place before him. Three with all the same letters engrave, colored different to represent a different world, a world for him to live. All he had to do, was to open one of them. But which one to open that would lead to his world of desire.

As with roads he did before. He closed his eyes. Spin around until he felt ready to stop, and as before, dashed forward. Grabbing for a knob to turn and creak it open.

When the hinges stopped with the noise of opening, is when he open his eyes, noticing all the time he was there, never came with, as he looked different, but he welcomed it, and looked around to see what was there for him. Welcomed to a world of tall buildings, fast cars, people of numbers of he had never seen before, until now. Careful with steps on getting down on a near street. He looked around the city. A voice called for him out of the blue. Turning to face two adults he hadn’t seen the attack of dreams that felt ages ago. And ran to them, welcoming them, as they did back. Wondering where he had ran off too, even he wasn’t sure. When they held out their hands to him, he took them, with glee and going home. His real home.

Of the matters of fiction and non, relies on the beholder, on what they should do. Live forever in a fantasy not of their own, or back to world that is forming ways of readying them for the future of realism. The boy learned his ways, but knowing fully of the line that bears the two realms apart, relies on him, to keep it as that. Or there is the fear of repeating everything. And losing all the worth that was earned in harden years. maybe he’ll know, when he finally opens his eyes, as he has yet to do.

The End.

Hello my little Maniacs, well, I have seen to have finally decided to step out of the box and do another type of writing. Let’s seeing how this goes . . .

I am not a fan of numbering things, chart wise like this, but oh well . . . hopefully this bowl of my favorites works with me on this. With that said, let’s get started.

First pick to leave the bowl of choices . . .

Bubbles! True to her name, the sweet one made of nothing but sugar. Fights crime, draws, speaks many different languages; she’s the joy and laughter many would end up forgetting when things get too hard for them. It always amazed me of how even after fighting crime, school, and such others things, Bubbles still laughs, as if the days to come are going to be just as awesome. To me, that is a character that is just hard not to love.

That and the sudden cuteness she does are hard not to notice . . .

Awww!

*Clears Throat*

Okay moving on . . . Next out the bowl is . . .

Beast Boy! Yes! The fun loving dude, scatter brain, immature, who is always looking for laughs . . . well maybe from the one Teen Titans the animated series, yes, that Beast Boy. Now besides being the funny guy, there are times, even in the comics where he can be a helpful and straight face kind of person, when the matters of danger become far too prodigious to handle. And that’s great, even more so about his backstory, as sad as it is, he found ways to move on from it, let alone of all the teams he has join up in the passing of his life time, just wow on that, and soon becoming the green bean we know and love. When it was Teen Titans the animated series, he was a veggie-man that wasn’t all in your face about it. And made sure to show he was proud of it, you got to enjoy that.

PS: I don’t show the same feeling those for the Young Justice or TTG for that they didn’t do the character right in how I saw it.

Moving along to the next choice and it’s . . .

Oh . . . a non-animated character . . . cool!

Fred Sanford, the king of greed if I do say so, wouldn’t be much of a list if I didn’t get to draw this guy out. A classical rerun they would have now and again, and it when it came down to it, Fred stole the show, whatever he was up to, how he would try to get out things, and much else. The kind of man, that made someone else, when they reached the age, they know how to go out with a bang.

Redd Foxx you’ll forever be missed.

Next up, from the endless bowl of wonders . . .

Zuko! Lived the life of a bad boy turn good, as much with other who favor the main four with Aang, Katara, Sokka, and the master of earth bending, Toph, there is a reason why Zuko tops them out of the show, and that’s for . . . I mean damn with the shit that has happen to him, how could not relate a little with guy.

1) Has a father who wants nothing to do with him.

2) When things might go his way, they fail soon later.

3) Has a sibling willing to kill him, out of pure enjoyment.

4) He is forever wears a bunred that will never go away, making him believe it was his fault.

5) He wants to a make a differenct (In later seasons), but with how things have gone, they are against him. Yet still tries.

You don’t just pity the guy, boo him to fail, or just end up hating him. You end up routing for him in the end. And it’s a tem, I was glad to be part of and it was an ending he rightfully earned. Well, there is one thing . . . where the his is mother? Really?

Here in the slot that can be 4 or 8 for who thinks this be going. We have . . .

Iron Man, and before you say anything Batman is in the bowl, I just didn’t draw him. So save your boos for next time.

Now when it comes to Iron Man, I didn’t read the comics or watch any of the cartoon shows they had of him. It was the movies that got me, and how Tont Stark acts is very much like Bruce Wayne (but with Batman who has no care of showing off), I would say awesome. Got the confidence that I don’t have and wished to have, though the lack of learning of any given lessons thrown at this guy, rush over him, just defines him as a I don’t take shit from no one, and that also means me. Iron Man as well Tony Stark is a fine kind of person to have as a sign of backdone, on and off the battle field. Cocky and bit of a prick, but still enjoyable, well to me at least.

Up next is . . .

Coraline Jones, oh joy.

Now we all know that somewhere down the path of our lives, we had to make changes willing or not. Young Coraline is a fine example of how a young kid would act when having to leave one’s old hom, leaving everything behind, and moving to a place far different than one is used to. Having soon finding a way of looking at things different, making a world where things went her way, not someone else, but even distance dreams can be a bit much, and we have to come to terms with it, and know that we don’t need to rely on forever in the land of imitation.

From the greatness of the bowl, we now have . . .

Jack Skellington! The Pumpkin King. Oh life just got a whole lot better! Yes!

What can I say about him, that hasn’t been said? He’s the king of Halloween. Master of scares, tricks, and treats. A kind bony man he is, to his people, though not so much to those of the human world. Which, really, makes the human only more fun than it already is, as with the chances to brank out and try new things, only knowing that deep down, what he knows, is what he’s good at. As if to say, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.

Let’s see who is next . . .

And we have . . .

Razor! Aw-yeah, SWAT Kats!

Not much to say about him, except he’s a tech-wizard. When; he lacks in fighting, makes up for it with brains. Coming up with new weapons, he and T-Bone can use when going against foes. As for how his backstory goes, fallen on the rough times, able to get back on his feet, when able to figure out where his true level of promise lied. Nice sign of telling kids not give up, if I do say so myself.

We have two more to go, let’s see who’s up next!

Courage! A fine of the odd color dog.

It’s very weird, that unlike Bubbles, I have more common with a dog. Not sure what that’s said about. If anything thinking the slang for the female dog as an answer . . . be afraid my dearies, fear it.

Moving along though with the loud screaming dog, as he’s scared of a lot of things, but when coming to those who are dream with him, has a backbone and takes the days of chaos with a finally shriek. What I love with how he wins some of the battles against the foes he meets, is out of pure luck or being a clucks . . . again, something I can relate to. So, I am glad I got to draw this one.

And to bring out the last one from the bowl and this list, that I am sure has been far too long to do.

And it is . . . (Tell me, has this gotten to you yet?)

What you don’t have an idea?

Fine, I’ll play nice . . .

Yes, from Kingdom Hearts, Roxas.

Just to be clear, I have never played the game (to the fullest of it), but read the bat-shit insane Manga that is based from the games and damn . . . it’s been years from reading and thank god never went back. Granted the story arcs that were going on, were awesome, but the one that got me to keep going. Despite, the headache, Roxas’s side story was best, I loved the changes he went though, as in finding who he was and the end of what he choices in the end. Heart felt. And as to what this list goes, glad I picked him out of the bowl and got him on this list.

Hopeful, next time a list will be a little better more plan. Thanks if you were able to last this long. Bye!

Hi again my little Maniacs, I am back with another list, this time a little different on subject. In; a short tie in to talk about lazy style, strange style, and so on.

So after seeing what happen with my list, which came out fine enough for a first try?

To which, a sudden thought came to me, a little afterwards, to give this some thought and to give a try on something else. And something from childhood that would be Pokémon, and what better to point out the strangest Pokémon there is.

Mostly design wise . . . and yes, with how the world of Pokémon is, there should enough to pick a few. 718 Pokémon known so far, giving a chance to pick some that . . . just . . . raise an eye brow at the sight.

With that said, let’s get show on the road with first choice.

Ditto/Metamon; from: generation one of the Pokémon worlds, with the main power of morphing into other Pokémon, defaults of that, doesn’t copy their powers, just looks.

Now overall, I wouldn’t call this Pokémon strange in design, but I would say the laziest one, where Ditto mostly a 1-D cutout of a three-old-year’s drawing, added with a face. With all the kinds of Pokémon there are, this one falls low on thinking-outside-the-box and became more of a . . . brain-fart of these Pokémon, minus the smell.

(Grimer/Betobeta)

and

(Muk/Betobeton)

Now moving onto are next one . . .

Another one from the first generation world, we have Tangela/Monjara a grass type Pokémon.

A body made of tangle vines, red feet, and big wide eyes of cluelessness. That could just be me that see that, but really, there is much more that could. Yes, there are other kinds of walking plant-type like this one, but at least those make a bit more sense. If; you go search for Vileplume, Bellsprout, Bellossom, Sunflora, and many others that I have no time to type . . . they make more of a lick of sense than Tangela. It looks more of a rat nest of hair, than vines. I would say; that if made the vines, look as they sound, and then fine. But this is a no . . .

“What about its Shiny look from the Black/White games?”

What would that be?

Looks more a punk style wing, but I see where you’re going, Fans.

*Smiles*

Don’t make me slap you . . . on second thought . . . how in the world did you get here!?

“Umm . . . BYE!”

*Watches Fans run for the door with a slam*

Okay moving along . . .

In this next design, is monkey style, with an odd add-on?

So this here is Aipom/Eipamu, from the second generation. It’s a basic style choice. Purple monkey with a giant three-finger hand thing for a tail . . . this pick is mostly aiming for the tail. I can’t look at anything else but the tail. It’s like a swelling mutation of some kind sickness from a sting; I don’t want to know where it’s from. Cuteness is fine, but the eye brow goes up from the sight of the tail. Just . . . wow. It’s simple and yet so strange.

Next up, I would only think that this would happen, if drugs and animals met as one. At least with the last one, it felt like a sickness. This one feels like drugs . . .

It’s like an owl, techno music, pipes, and drugs rolled into one. Generation three needs to lay off the smoke, now. And; made this . . . which; we are just going to call Claydol/Nendoru. From the last ones, it was lazy or simple tweaks. This is just weird. I mean look at this thing long enough and something in you is screaming in fear. And to that, I give the designers thumbs up to this, which this means they tried and boy, did it do something. History wise, this could be a Pokémon of good luck, might be wrong from how searching for this thing is going, but yeah. Creepy and it works in its own right.

Moving on to . . .

Eastern Islands twice removed cousin? Generation four, we need to talk.

Yeah, another weird one that makes me think of things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Design for it clever, as in taking something a good amount of people could tell what it is, with a . . . not-so-subtle-twist. Probopass/Dainozu is an odd mix and eye-brow lifting, much more than its devolved form.

(Nosepass/Nozupasu)

This is more sight of clay Mr. Potato Head toy, with a really big nose. That is more cute than weird. And that is also an odd thing about it. Oh well.

Up next!

You know, there are things in life, from seeing a screen and it just looks wonderful and kind of tear-jerking. Much as seeing soon-to-be mothers seeing their children on an ultrasound. It’s a magical moment. Really, I think so . . . but then there can be something that can kind of kill it. How so?

Recall of what I said before, and then you see a Pokémon like this. That joyful feeling is than rip out of you, torn to little pieces, toss in a blender, and then feed to the fishes at the nearest pond. Musharna gives me that feeling, with a shock face and childhood crying. As simple of a design it is, it is a design that doesn’t settle well to the stomach, at least with me?

Generation five, took some strange turns.

If you have thoughts about this, feel free to share it. Love to hear what you have to say.

Up next, we have a distance family friend of Bugs Bunny . . . well if anything, they have the same smirk.

This here is Diggersby from the Generation six file, and much again, simple and odd. For his ears are his weapon of choice, reason why his ears are shaped like fist. Weird thoughts just go through me head when seeing this guy. Fat-rabbit, short limbs, huge . . . bigger than life ears that will knock some sense into someone who dare cross it. Again, weird thoughts on this . . . Not of how it looks, but more of how it messes with your brain to think of what could come out of it? I am sure; a handful of people will come up with a similar idea and make this Pokémon an eye-sore than he already is. Just . . . another wow on this . . . WOWS.

Let’s just hop along to the next one and see what’s there . . .

To me, that could only be seen as a nightmare come true . . .

All the way from Generation five, we have ice cream . . . that talks, moves, breaths . . . and sadly looks so yummy. It’s murder on the spot for this one, if it comes near me. Vanilluxe/Baibanira name is also reflects what it is, vanilla ice cream. If there is an eye-brow lift to this, is only for the thought, that I need something sweet before something screams bloody murder. So good, that even of one of the scoops wants to eat itself. Misleading mostly this one is, but a good one . . .

*Slaps Myself*

Hello, I am back! I had no idea where at first, but I am back. So with that let’s move on to the next one on the list. Shall we, loves!

From Generation five once more, we have a Pokémon that kind of throws me off the loop here. Mostly: for the design, species list, and all around creepy.

Shelmet/Chobomaki here is a face in an armor helmet. But it is mix with a . . .

+

+

And that’s what the outcome was in the end. Just bizarre and wow . . .

And with that, we move onto to one that is more of a-none thinker as to why it would be on this list.

Just take in the sight of it. Long and hard, why would this be on here? All the way from Generation six we have Yveltal . . . that has a gutter thought of design, mostly for how I think of it. From the waist up, it looks very cool, but then you get to the lower half and . . . umm . . . yeah, no. It might be big and scary, but really, it ends up being too funny to take as a “BIG BOSS”.

And to end this list, with a last minute entrée, we have . . .

I am going to call it a wind chime on acid. All the from Generation five, Sigilyph/Shinpora, that somehow comes off more questionable than that debate about the Pokémon that came off to others about being xenophobic, before some color change happen. But somehow, heart wise; this feels more the part than . . .

Becoming this . . .

I never saw the conation, as parents that have gone overboard to scream for change.

Again never saw it, but oh well, that was said and done. But going back to Sigilyph/Shinpora, it had more of a negative impact to me, makes me flinch from the sight of seeing it every time. I guess it must be a deep dislike from me, for I am not sure who else might give a better insight of it. But: yeah . . .

And this is where I end of the second list that was made by my hands.

*Face Palm*

I know it’s not good, so feel free to give some insight of it.

Bye and catch you all later!

Hi again my little Maniacs, I am back with another list, this time a little different on subject. In; a short tie in to talk about lazy style, strange style, and so on.

So after seeing what happen with my list, which came out fine enough for a first try?

To which, a sudden thought came to me, a little afterwards, to give this some thought and to give a try on something else. And something from childhood that would be Pokémon, and what better to point out the strangest Pokémon there is.

Mostly design wise . . . and yes, with how the world of Pokémon is, there should enough to pick a few. 718 Pokémon known so far, giving a chance to pick some that . . . just . . . raise an eye brow at the sight.

With that said, let’s get show on the road with first choice.

Ditto/Metamon; from: generation one of the Pokémon worlds, with the main power of morphing into other Pokémon, defaults of that, doesn’t copy their powers, just looks.

Now overall, I wouldn’t call this Pokémon strange in design, but I would say the laziest one, where Ditto mostly a 1-D cutout of a three-old-year’s drawing, added with a face. With all the kinds of Pokémon there are, this one falls low on thinking-outside-the-box and became more of a . . . brain-fart of these Pokémon, minus the smell.

(Grimer/Betobeta)

and

(Muk/Betobeton)

Now moving onto are next one . . .

Another one from the first generation world, we have Tangela/Monjara a grass type Pokémon.

A body made of tangle vines, red feet, and big wide eyes of cluelessness. That could just be me that see that, but really, there is much more that could. Yes, there are other kinds of walking plant-type like this one, but at least those make a bit more sense. If; you go search for Vileplume, Bellsprout, Bellossom, Sunflora, and many others that I have no time to type . . . they make more of a lick of sense than Tangela. It looks more of a rat nest of hair, than vines. I would say; that if made the vines, look as they sound, and then fine. But this is a no . . .

“What about its Shiny look from the Black/White games?”

What would that be?

Looks more a punk style wing, but I see where you’re going, Fans.

*Smiles*

Don’t make me slap you . . . on second thought . . . how in the world did you get here!?

“Umm . . . BYE!”

*Watches Fans run for the door with a slam*

Okay moving along . . .

In this next design, is monkey style, with an odd add-on?

So this here is Aipom/Eipamu, from the second generation. It’s a basic style choice. Purple monkey with a giant three-finger hand thing for a tail . . . this pick is mostly aiming for the tail. I can’t look at anything else but the tail. It’s like a swelling mutation of some kind sickness from a sting; I don’t want to know where it’s from. Cuteness is fine, but the eye brow goes up from the sight of the tail. Just . . . wow. It’s simple and yet so strange.

Next up, I would only think that this would happen, if drugs and animals met as one. At least with the last one, it felt like a sickness. This one feels like drugs . . .

It’s like an owl, techno music, pipes, and drugs rolled into one. Generation three needs to lay off the smoke, now. And; made this . . . which; we are just going to call Claydol/Nendoru. From the last ones, it was lazy or simple tweaks. This is just weird. I mean look at this thing long enough and something in you is screaming in fear. And to that, I give the designers thumbs up to this, which this means they tried and boy, did it do something. History wise, this could be a Pokémon of good luck, might be wrong from how searching for this thing is going, but yeah. Creepy and it works in its own right.

Moving on to . . .

Eastern Islands twice removed cousin? Generation four, we need to talk.

Yeah, another weird one that makes me think of things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Design for it clever, as in taking something a good amount of people could tell what it is, with a . . . not-so-subtle-twist. Probopass/Dainozu is an odd mix and eye-brow lifting, much more than its devolved form.

(Nosepass/Nozupasu)

This is more sight of clay Mr. Potato Head toy, with a really big nose. That is more cute than weird. And that is also an odd thing about it. Oh well.

Up next!

You know, there are things in life, from seeing a screen and it just looks wonderful and kind of tear-jerking. Much as seeing soon-to-be mothers seeing their children on an ultrasound. It’s a magical moment. Really, I think so . . . but then there can be something that can kind of kill it. How so?

Recall of what I said before, and then you see a Pokémon like this. That joyful feeling is than rip out of you, torn to little pieces, toss in a blender, and then feed to the fishes at the nearest pond. Musharna gives me that feeling, with a shock face and childhood crying. As simple of a design it is, it is a design that doesn’t settle well to the stomach, at least with me?

Generation five, took some strange turns.

If you have thoughts about this, feel free to share it. Love to hear what you have to say.

Up next, we have a distance family friend of Bugs Bunny . . . well if anything, they have the same smirk.

This here is Diggersby from the Generation six file, and much again, simple and odd. For his ears are his weapon of choice, reason why his ears are shaped like fist. Weird thoughts just go through me head when seeing this guy. Fat-rabbit, short limbs, huge . . . bigger than life ears that will knock some sense into someone who dare cross it. Again, weird thoughts on this . . . Not of how it looks, but more of how it messes with your brain to think of what could come out of it? I am sure; a handful of people will come up with a similar idea and make this Pokémon an eye-sore than he already is. Just . . . another wow on this . . . WOWS.

Let’s just hop along to the next one and see what’s there . . .

To me, that could only be seen as a nightmare come true . . .

All the way from Generation five, we have ice cream . . . that talks, moves, breaths . . . and sadly looks so yummy. It’s murder on the spot for this one, if it comes near me. Vanilluxe/Baibanira name is also reflects what it is, vanilla ice cream. If there is an eye-brow lift to this, is only for the thought, that I need something sweet before something screams bloody murder. So good, that even of one of the scoops wants to eat itself. Misleading mostly this one is, but a good one . . .

*Slaps Myself*

Hello, I am back! I had no idea where at first, but I am back. So with that let’s move on to the next one on the list. Shall we, loves!

From Generation five once more, we have a Pokémon that kind of throws me off the loop here. Mostly: for the design, species list, and all around creepy.

Shelmet/Chobomaki here is a face in an armor helmet. But it is mix with a . . .

+

+

And that’s what the outcome was in the end. Just bizarre and wow . . .

And with that, we move onto to one that is more of a-none thinker as to why it would be on this list.

Just take in the sight of it. Long and hard, why would this be on here? All the way from Generation six we have Yveltal . . . that has a gutter thought of design, mostly for how I think of it. From the waist up, it looks very cool, but then you get to the lower half and . . . umm . . . yeah, no. It might be big and scary, but really, it ends up being too funny to take as a “BIG BOSS”.

And to end this list, with a last minute entrée, we have . . .

I am going to call it a wind chime on acid. All the from Generation five, Sigilyph/Shinpora, that somehow comes off more questionable than that debate about the Pokémon that came off to others about being xenophobic, before some color change happen. But somehow, heart wise; this feels more the part than . . .

Becoming this . . .

I never saw the conation, as parents that have gone overboard to scream for change.

Again never saw it, but oh well, that was said and done. But going back to Sigilyph/Shinpora, it had more of a negative impact to me, makes me flinch from the sight of seeing it every time. I guess it must be a deep dislike from me, for I am not sure who else might give a better insight of it. But: yeah . . .

And this is where I end of the second list that was made by my hands.

*Face Palm*

I know it’s not good, so feel free to give some insight of it.

Bye and catch you all later!

Hello everyone and welcome to my 300th blog of Tia Orchestration’s Corner or for less of a mouth full; T.O’s Corner, whichever is fine.

Wow, 300, what a number that is. Never thought that was going to happen, let alone making some grand friends along the way. But now, is not the time to be sappy, maybe another time.

So, as for a 300th blog, I thought of looking back at the past work that has been posted here thus far, and see how of a writer, I, have grown to become. By looking at the top ten choices that were thankfully narrowed down by others choices that who were able to get through and give a helping hand in this, along with some, I, somehow was able to decide to talk about. Again; not easy, the reasons vary.

But, if there is one of the few things I know, everything has a story behind it; movies, paintings, people, objects. Poems are just as stories, just shorter in telling than what a book; like War and Peace or the Harry Potter books can do. Each of these ten poems have a story, be it they able to tell it or not, their reasons are going to be known.

With that said, let’s get this show on the road.

Number 10 ~ Free Write No. 12: Lights

Oh, the memoires of this poem. Written from the point of a five year old going to a light show, distorted music being played through the dark room, so many people in that small room, just enjoying the atmosphere of it. I was visiting family at the time, and there was theme park not far a ways from my cousins’ house.

Our main goal was to see the Beauty and The Beast on ice showing, but there was lots of time before then. And when the water park was too full of kids, and me not much a fan of being wet at the time, and my bad habit of running off, found a dome building where they going to do a lightshow. Thus the start of when the poem begins of when we (Me, my mother, Cousin’s 1, 2, 3, and 4) are just enjoying it, as this part of the poem shows;

Lights dance,

On the walls.

Bright,

Mesmerizing,

Colorful,

Where do they,

Come from?

Pay no mind.

Just watch.

Red,

Yellow,

Blue,

Green,

Many more,

Dance and,

The music,

Only gets,

No one,

Makes a move,

Or sound.

Minds are at,

If anything it was worth it. And yes, the ice show was just as awesome. Sadly as the poem ends;

That show,

Was the last,

The joyfulness,

Never came,

Within the coming year after, the theme park was shut down and was planned for demolition for a mall or something. A mini market I believe now really thinking about it. A simple poem, of a simple time of what disappointment can be, when it grows in larger scales as one grows up. I will say; there are still some places that still do these lightshows, but no within driving distance. But if anything, it’s a memory I am gladly to have. And happy to know that others could see and feel it too.

Number 9 ~ Move To The Words

What an odd poem this became to be, but none the less, it was fun. As it started as an idea that was really a question: Could a poem tell a hint of what the future comes for one self. And with that, I grabbed a notepad, a pen, and my shoes . . . hey you never know. Yet, when looking back at this poem, it comes off as a lazy poem, when looking it over, but I guess it’s because of it’s a reminder of all the moving I did when making this poem.

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Ouch, that joke hurt.

If breaking down the poem, there are some points where the poem really backfires on my account, such as this part;

Spin twice,

Walk the steps forward of your favorite color letters,

Then back of the least,

Say a close friend’s name,

Walk their name sideways,

Spin again,

But,

Please only do it the once . . .

And if there is anyone; who really gave this a try step by step, besides me, and did not fall. I bow down to you if you tell you didn’t fall. Cause, I had no such luck in that.

Or maybe in this part of the poem;

Stand straight back up,

Jump back,

Slide to the left,

Count to three when done.

I had, at this point on, had somehow ended outside of my house, and thankfully with my shoes on this time, and . . . it was flipping raining. Curse you Washington and your weather bipolar-ness! You were sunny not too long ago!

*Slaps myself*

Sorry about that, folks, I don’t know what came over me. *Gives an awkward laugh*

The poem as it nears it ends, is really a tossup. Mostly; for what I got in the end when the poem was done and I find myself at fork in the road. Yeah, thanks future, like life wasn’t hard enough as it was. Hopefully if anyone else did this, their answers were a little clearer than mine. I don’t the hate the poem or anything, painfully fun through and through, yet; others who picked this, loved it . . . but that doesn’t mean, I am planning to another poem like it every again.

Number 8 ~ B.I.S.E.X.U.A.L.

If anyone remembers, that after the poem was done, in the side notes; it stated that poem is based on a friend who is no longer around. This person, a once great friend of mine, that we at met at day care when I was picking up a younger cousin. This person was a sibling I never really had before. Weird, that I was label as the oldest one when there was a six year gap with us. Funny as a flat-line, but they were so bad, you end up laughing anyway.

What happen to my friend was unfair and lacks any justice. How was I to know, if we never talked about it. A good friend, if you don’t mind thick-headedness, cause, dang, my friend had lots of it. Each line, you could say, is quotes of my friend’s words that pretty much summed this person up. Such as this part;

I is for the If I ever get blown off from everyone, but I will always have a smile with me

Part chestier-cat if you ask me.

B.I.S.E.X.U.A.L. may come off as a lighthearted poem to hopefully open others eyes, as my friend story was anything but light. In between the lines; there was someone trying to find a place in this world, find someone, who understood and maybe even love in return, pointed here;

U is for the Up-side in every day life, I will carry those moments forever

A is for the Awesome times I had with the best people ever, I never will forget them

It is heart breaking, to know my friend is gone and is never coming back. And I just hate it, of how others treat something such as one’s choice as a bad thing. When death plays a part, others just brush it off, as if to say and I quote those horrible words; “it’s the soulless one; who strains paths that go against what’s already plan for them. Taking the easy way out . . . just proves it”. If that means forever be unhappy, then, no, thank you.

As to how the poem ends, are really my final words;

L is for the Love I give, show, take, until my heart can’t gather anymore

For I want change. And to do that, is through an emotion all that I know that can work or be a downfall. Less the latter of this, than everything is good. Everyone is equal and I plan to see it through, for those who can’t. So come at me world, do your worst, I need a new battle scar for my collection.

Number 7 ~ Silly Dream

With all the hype that was going on for the first Manic Expression movie, the joy in me was just wow for how far this site had gotten. Even before I showed up; this place is just full of energy. Wherever it comes from, I hope to never see it fade away. And I guess in some way, I felt this little spark from all that energy and this poem came to be, also around the time, when I heard some people where having some rough times trying to stay on the air. Silly Dream became a shout out in some ways to them; not to give up and to those just getting their feet wet, as some would say.

As to the first lines;

Many arts form through a person.

Medias of all kinds.

Pleasing and angering with every turn.

Common sense: when thinking about it. Whatever the media is, will end in pleasing some people or just put them in a fit a rage. Our, inner nip-pick, really, when thinking about it. Yet, the main of Silly Dream relies of the words;

Dreams may be so silly, that they are nothing but a joke.

But it’s our inside joke.

A little laugh that we will, not only prove them wrong, but carry on.

Yes, it’s a fact others don’t see things as another eyes, but, being where able to laugh about it, to where a random person would see it as a sign of insanity. So? Living under a rock much, then? It’s a dream, a butt-end joke, but really, for whoever loves the media of passion? I can’t and wouldn’t stop it, for they’ll just laugh back for thinking it could be stop. Their inside joke, if you will. And taking it in full strides of pride, claps to them.

With this poem, soon coming of the ending, as to say, for whoever has a dream. Know there is a place for them to express it. And the laughter of that, are the chances others never gave.

Leaving with the ending;

Wave bye for now.

Speak hello later.

As waving the hands of giving up is no longer needed, and future of the person’s media is spoken words of hello and welcome. I still never thought, this poem would end up in the Manic Expression movie, really it was a shock, but glad to know others will hopefully understand what I meant.

Number 6 ~ From Another Mind

Man, this was lot of teamwork in this. Even though, most; if not rest of the team had no idea why I was asking them to fill in the blanks for this poem. As it all started with when I notice there was a Collaboration section, yeah, this poem was posted on Nov 15, 2013 after I just then notice it.

*Face Palm*

I am a dumb-ass!

Anyway, back to the poem. When I did notice it, I had this idea of doing a collaboration of some kind. But the only ones that came to mind where video reviews and blog style ones. So at first, I thought of dumping that idea, and doing something else, leaving that idea in the back of mind as if it was nothing. Until, I found some old adlib books from my younger days and was still learning to write, and then my thought light bulb broke.

It would sound odd saying doing an adlib poem out loud, can go so many ways. But again, I went half a brain into it and started coming up with the lines that would be handed to others to fill.

So many stories came to mind when doing this, even more so for the people I picked at random do to this. Even some said they weren’t much a poet and thought it wouldn’t be good. It’s far from the truth, that was something that was needed from them, just the adlibs filled. It could have been gibberish for all I cared, as stated to some; I just wanted these people to be part of the poem, that’s all.

Reason to why the poem ended as this;

And in short of a poet to another,

Be those masters or shaky chancres,

I bid you farewell.

To me, you guys are poets, just not the kind of what I do. And for that, I love that part of you guys. You’re different. So please, can it. What your art is, is great, way better than mine.

Along with the story that was made, how it was a welcoming to who someone is, what they could do, what more they could do, and how just for a little bit; they would do it again. That is a simple but breath-taken story and without you guys, I could have never pulled it off. So really, when picking this poem for the list, it was more of a shout to you guys, pat yourself on the back, you are awesome.

Number 5 ~ RANT: Cut Off

I am not an anger person; I am a person of many. So when one emotion is target, it’s a hit or misses. RANT: Cut Off is a hit, as I have had it with certain sites, people, life, and other things just cutting off someone because of matters that are never said, but leave wonder as to why? Even, more so of when it comes out of the blue. It’s just dumb.

Saying as to this part;

No voice of reason to give us answers as to why that is.

No warning when all the work that has been done is gone with a simple click.

No where to go, when everything else is the same or becoming the same.

You know who you are, when reading this. A site shouldn’t just go and off people like this, when these are few of the reasons others would think to have the deed was and done. When; you take away things that are different. Things change alright. And not for the better! When going to these sites, what is left? Most of things left I don’t know, don’t like, nor find anything what brought me there in the first place.

Why is that?

Oh, cause of the numbers, the rates, the whole shebang.

As to say in this;

Cutting off new looks and new faces, leave those who are left to try harder, breaking them.

Breaking them into a bony mess.

As content means nothing, numbers are everything.

Does anyone really want to only be remembering for that reason? I wouldn’t. Just numbers? Not content? What kind of life is that? If anything, it’s just a bother, that all you were known for was that: hey it was a hit . . . for what . . . that cares just do it again with a different look; same plot. They won’t know.

Just once more on another line this time;

Equalness has been toss aside, for the numbers are looking good.

Looking good, but for what?

Whatever is left in world, that has not been cut off, what is left . . . when they leave.

They can’t stay forever?

Nor live that long or find someone as good as them.

For there is only one of them.

May I say it again; there is only one of them? And they can only do things for so long, before they think it’s time to go. Leaving what behind? A blank place, that won’t be filled for that numbers others to those numbers, will never meet. And if knowing that is true relies on others. For those say and call others a rip-off, a bland version, a metal-brain with no talent trying to be something that will only be in their heads. I have been called all those and I am still here, trying, for I know there is no full blood clone like me, nor hold what kind of ego I have, for its mine and mine alone, if it feels like a rip-off something or just plain bland; and here is why? Because: that’s how the past isn’t forgotten.

If there is anyone who knows this, dead or not, is Shakespeare, cause, for how long as some of his work been rip-off? The Taming of Shrew = 10 Things I Hate About You; differences: from different time lines, names of those in the story are changed, take place in different locations, and have very different endings. But have the same plot. And both loved in different ways for they call to certain people.

Hamlet and The Lion King are also the same, and did that work out for them? I’ll let that be something for you to answer.

That falls to everyone else. And leaves to how the poem ends, and this goes to those who been cut off by others for whatever reason: given or not;

Do you get the picture?

Or does a slap in the face make it understandable for someone, as you, internet?

You have this chance to have people like you, but something is blinding you, seek help.

Or the next time something happens . . . the one thing being cut off . . . is you.

And will you do when those numbers fade?

No really, what will you do? When all you do is pissing people off? What then? Do you need a number scale on happy viewers, because if that’s all you need to fix the problem and not cut off people, because life get’s in the way to do your bidding, then you’re far gone than I thought. And then there is no hope for you. And for that may you lay in wonder as to why your numbers fade because, you lack understanding that everyone’s a human being not a super computer, that you, yourself have claim to become in the world of the internet.

Number 4 ~ Paint a Picture No. 4

Way back on the 100th blog, I wrote a new style of poem that relies more on a compose prose side than being small and blunt in the matters of getting a story told. But it still fun. And Les requested for my take on A Starry Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh; one of many paintings that became and remains a classic and a footprint in the land of art. As with painting, when I saw it, there was so many tales it told, and coming across of style of poetry to tell it, I knew some day I would tell my story of it, and thanks to Les, it pick the speed to do so.

The opening line was something I never forgot when I first saw this painting in so many movies and at small museum that I went to as younger kid;

Darkness has fallen down on this little town made of pine wood, stone of many, and thin plates of glass.

That line stayed with me, as any writer knows; you need to try and make a strong opening. As well with the elements that came later, when learning more of this craft. Such as learning the matters of folk tales and legends that would normally take place, a lone town such as the one in the painting, which brought up this line;

The flaming strides of the trees bend to the winds that keeper of winter could only do. Swirls of the fresh frosty airs blow faster and faster, for that greens near look as if their flames of hell.

Out of all paintings I written stories so far, No. 4 is good, much better than I could with other works. Though, this painting does the most in doing a moment of breaking the fourth wall when getting to the end;

Until, this is only a good night, under the stars, in a restless sleep.

When reading it alone, it comes off as that. But in later PAP’s I have notice, they have shown up more as I keep doing them. I may have to work on not doing that. But who knows, it may rest more on if the stories work that way or not. So far, no has said anything, I would give it time.

Number 3 ~ Free Write No. 18: Mighty Moon and Sun

Ah, the Mighty Moon and his brother, the Mighty Sun. Forever caught in a battle on what is to be for our one and only home. When it is really; about someone who has schizophrenia and has multi personality disorder. As the moon is that of fiction and sun is that of realty. As they call each brothers; siblings, for they look the same, but mean things different from each other. Much as that of twins . . . but in one being, one mind;

The very first line;

Waves are crashing.

For that means the wall the person built has broken, slowly, but the person knows. The battle takes place in it. As the waves rise higher and higher, for the moon is just too close to the earth, too close to the person’s senses of life. As the poem keeps going, we read of the destruction the moon has done thus far into the poem, soon we reach about the stars;

The stars show no,

Stars are as simple as the on lookers. For they only see it as how things go. As does people when they believe on how to deal with things, they have idea about. Nor: how to handle it. Leaving: that of the sun: realty. An unnamed drug the earth must take in hopes of calming it. With little it does, the moon keeps at it. Leaving the sun; to maybe no doubt hurting the person more than healing.

In another try, the person calls out to the moon;

Oh mighty moon.

Be kind.

Be gentle as,

You always,

The story keeps going with pleads, until the person is silence for good. Unsure if the person is dead or not, is anyone’s guess. As it may not come off as it when the words go as this;

Oh mighty,

Tell moon.

Please…

Please…

All in the sad facts, as this is base about a real person. Though, that information will remain quiet. So please, respect those wishes.

Number 2 ~ The Key

Well, here’s something that has some history in. The Key was the first poem, I have written; due that a school counselor wanted me to express myself and report back to her, when it was done and show what needs work and what I am a master of. And I know it’s odd, that if it was the first, why it was posted second on the site. Simple, fear of rejection and thoughts of getting into trouble, as this poem summed up the matters that I was going through, as even stated at the start of the poem of my mindset;

Heart is trap. Soul is lock. And spirit is crush.

High school was a pain; grade school was hell. But I put on a brave face, for I wasn’t going to let that hold me down. When I knew I had chances of making it, I pulled all the stops to make it true;

Heart yearns to be free. Soul wishes for a key. And spirit wants to be reborn.

In others poems or maybe a short story is a vent, a fact, a tale, an emotion I never had a chance to show, because of it. For a short while, I wrote nothing else after that. For I didn’t want to feel that weight of rejection or get into trouble . . . reason why I asked James if it was okay to post here. No repeats, a fresh start really. To forget; all the rest before this, and maybe find someone, anyone, who would listen.

The poem was a cry for help and nothing was done about it back than;

But we know it could drive you mad.

The key is all we know that can and will work for you, but yet it was never made.

When it was just weeks of leaving that place, it was for the better. I hold onto this poem for the bitter times and the good times, for it held what was holding me back, trying to define me, and leading to somewhere better;

Because you only get one chance in your life and whatever you do is there forever.

Even you don’t see it, it will feel like a fever that will never go away.

Find your key before it’s too late…

I found my key through people who looked at me weirdly but it was welcoming. Later on I wrote another poem and soon, I had a clatter of poems that told bits of my past that in some ways was letting go. Moving onto other things that need to be spoke, from one of the few teachers that I liked and actual told to keep writing for he saw something others never gave a chance at. And was, write what you know, the limits of that are how far I see it. And for that I keep writing. Healing myself and hopefully someone else one poem at a time.

Number 1 ~ Looking Up

The last poem . . . a safe place where anyone could go and see a world where it’s vastly open for anything, all one has to do, it let go and go for it. Looking Up may be about the stars and what they hold, but they are also what others hold too. Maybe a story, imagination, far reaches of lands unknown to the human eye;

Messy in one eyes.

Wonder in another’s.

These two lines sum up most views of it. Those who see what is before them and those who wish to see beyond that. It really could sum up any other poem really if they were talking about one subject from two point-of-views. Those lines would sum it up. But maybe not as much as;

Knowing little if others agree or not,

Is another tale to say,

But it raises the question,

Do they understand if they have done or do the same?

Human nature, a fact and rumor, but it relies on the one person than really high numbers of people. Is a star a star or more? Just ask that question and change star into another word, would the meaning change? No, but maybe so, again relies more on another view of this. For all humans don’t think such a way, and that leads us to be different. Giving others a bit of a cringe when someone who lacks the understanding tries to say all are the same. And is true; breathing, speaking, blinking, living life. But differs when knowing that no one acts the same, maybe in a few things, but far from a shadow another.

And that leads to the last lines of the poem;

Simple again to do,

Once all before is done,

Just look up.

One simple motion of a person’s being defines them as they own person. Not that of clan of millions. Look up and see where you will go in this crazy world, we all call home.

Wow, a lot has happen up to now. Amazing! I can at least say, I have grown a bit, become a bit of fighter and trying to push others to be fighters too, and if I recall right . . . trying to become a voice of my generation, but I have feeling I am ways off of doing that. But up to 300 post and lots of it was venting, is too much to ask that I am sorry if it felt like that? What a blog this came out to be, but looking over it, well worth it. For everyone has some kind of demons and need to let them out, I am sure someone out there agrees. Alas up to now, I have changed for the better; and now doing what I love and it’s thanks to site, knowing for a couple of blogs all I have been doing is saying thanks over and over.

Yet, I don’t want to stop, because you guys have been the best . . . there is no maybe . . . thing to ever happen to me and if others can’t see that. Then I’ll just have to keep trying in my ways to show them, as again for thanks.

This has been T-kun U. Wordsmith III and I’ll see ya’ll next time. Later!

F can be as that simple Flop of coming of too short on something, ending close on the knees with loss perceptive of how it happen, only knowing it did.

A is how the Aftermath of it, leaves many star struck, hurting in places not all thought were pain and emotions go to.

L as for that at this moment it’s to Laugh or remain still, shaking off that death was close, but was off a few centimeters of catching the one quarry.

L could go for that Lying it didn’t happen, for the sake of face, but the scars linger as a reminder just how much life can slip away, because of one mishap that is out of one’s hands to control.

When coming to knowing someone,

It’s best to do in small doses . . .

A MODERATELY intake of someone,

Before knowing who’s your buddy or opponent,

In a case like this,

Screw the rules!

It’s not wrong to be ANNOYED by people,

Grinding at moments,

But hey,

We’re human,

Nothing wrong with it,

Which:

Makes this man all the more of an individual to others,

In a landslide matter,

He’s best at what he does,

Laughing at problems coming his way,

Drinking along with misery because he don’t give a flying fuck,

At what the world does!

He might CANADIAN,

But it’s no excuse to what he is,

As he just plans to sabotage everything,

Because he can,

For nothing is easy to get or earn,

It’s a battle and he’s the referee of life,

And will continuing doing so,

Well . . .

I hope so anyway,

A little wakeup call never hurt anyone,

Right?