T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

I have found myself,
In a place;
I can’t seem to remove from.

Chains of sightless weighing heavy upon me,
Bounding me to keep me from running,
Running away from what,
I do not know.

Iron floats in the air,
Foggy to know from where it comes from,
With no strength to lift the chains,
I am left here to rot.

Resting,
The only free part of me to the side,
Wanting to scream when seeing something,
But it’s faint and dry to even rattle the walls of stone.

There in the distance,
Lies a mirror,
Mocking of how I am.

Half of what am I,
Is gone,
Left blank,
Leaving me to see everything,
In half of what it is.

Wanting to shed tears,
But it would seem,
I have no tears to shed.

These moments of life,
I thought,
Me able to leave behind,
Have caught up,
Breaking me down,
For all of what’s left of me to this world.

But that would seem only on the inside,
I keep them happy,
For not knowing,
What’s going on inside.

They can’t know.

If they ever did,
Then everything that was worked up,
To this point,
Would have been wasted . . .

I can’t break now,
Not on the outside.

I have to keep smiling.

Even if I am crying on the inside . . .

I can’t break.
I have come too far.
I have to be as something had happen.

I am weak,
But to them,
I see the world as it is,
For that is true.

But how little do they know of why that is . . .

No!

Don’t break,
That’s not the you is gave them,
It’s not!

Snap out of it!

These chains now hold you,
For a moment,
Because;
You left your guard down . . .

Rebuild the wall,
Is all one can do,
In a . . .
A moment like this . . .

All I can do . . .

Sight is gone yes,
It was a price,
And a past we can’t change.

Nor that of how many steps one must take,
Even with heavy chains . . .

Able to raise both hands into the sky,
Will come in time . . .

Time that all know,
Is ticking away . . .

Slowly and painfully for what it is.

Just as those knifes of the counter came,
The shield the body became,
For those I choose to stand in font for . . .

No regrets.

Rebuild . . .

Be silent . . .

Keep smiling,
Even when it hurts . . .

For they can’t know,
They can’t.

Rest now,
Breathe,
Get to gather,
And live.

For that’s all you can do,
In,
A world like this . . .

An amber glow filled the sky, gentle winds casted through the lands, about the forests, etching from side to side of the busy buildings that was Manic City. All the steel towers and crowds streets pulsed as blood through the body of any human, spiked by an unknown substance making it, unnatural to others.

For, its unnaturalness has made some of its people venture away. To have a much better grasp of what’s around one, no hurry was needed.

Even if it was in the woods, through the thickest of mountain tops, aging by passing year it was home to others, in that past that is, as this crumbling temple is all one needs. Sadden to know, not long ago, this temple once was like the city, and was it ever.

Through the lone, worn, beaten path that scared its way through forest, winding the mountains, a travel is was, but worth each as a goal. Carrying supplies of many on one’s shoulder alone.

Heaving a proudly sigh, when having reached the last step to the temple, finding upon an old battery lamp, using that to guide into the temple. Opening and closing the large doors, walking into the heart of the temple.

Doming candles as the person walked on, dropping the large bag on the ground by the person’s side, lamp on the other, kneeling. Hands coming together, in a sign of pray. For a moment of peace, but was dash, when feeling something push behind.

On reflex, the person turned fast, launching three Bo shurikens at the unwanted feel.

“Ah!” The other gave in a surprise shock, but was able to side step them, looking to where they landed, into the aging wall, leaving small holes and spider wed cracks in their wake. Finally then finding the person’s deep voice. “My, my, the sources about you were quite right. Aim is a little spotty though.”

Each word came out in a somewhat coy tone, teasing the other, when only getting a glare in return.

The other standing fully up, brushing a bit of hair out one’s face, only for it to fall back in place. Standing ready for what man wanted, be it a fight or chat. The latter of choice was in lack of favor at the moment.

“Not much of a talker? I find trait many workers should have. But, my goodness where are my manner, I come into you lovely home and not even giving my name. Shame on me, I am . . .”

“Professor Meme.”

“Oh you do speak.” Meme said, though not in much gladness as before, but kept talking. “Heard of me, then you must have heard as to why, little missy?”

“The wind whispers much what people can get in a daily life. And what you want and need. Will, not be founded here. Leave.”

The young female hands clamped into fists for a moment by her side, calming herself the best she could. Face calmly forming a frown when Meme started too walked around, not listen to the words she spoke before.

“Dingy place, one false move this place could fall apart. Much as those who were here before you must hurt so much, being the last.”

The female said not a word.

“I have an idea!” Meme exclaimed in joy that mocked that of children, and it did stop there. “Why not join my team I making together, in ways of helping this old dump? Huh, what do you say? A little remodeling never hurt anyone.”

The rage slipped, having it enough for Meme to be on the ground, dagger to his throat. A sandal covered foot planted firmly on his chest. The heel; digging through the white jacket, pressuring the chest down.

“I’ll say once more . . . leave.”

Meme just looked bored now, seeing that sweet and playful wasn’t going to work.

“I guess I’ll need someone else to get through that thick head of yours. Timmer, a little help would be much welcome, please!”

Out of nowhere, the new person catching her off guard by her blind side, the female was hurled off Meme, thrown across the area, landing harshly into large shine. Few candles, drapes, and stone fell with her, resting for a moment in the human size crater.

Trying to coolly stop, the ringing, echoing through her head from the blow.

“Now I wouldn’t want to play this route, but you just didn’t simple say yes, as my fine machine maker, Timmer here. But, I’ll look over that minor thing, is you give the answer, hmm?” Meme asked again, having Timmer pull him up, brushing off some dust.

“Sir, move.”

Meme did just that, inches from being attack again from the little fighter. Timmer, having to keep her, at bay, from laying a finger on him, but the longer it went on, the harder it was becoming.

“Sir, if you will?”

Meme looked to Timmer, sparing a moment to him from looking around the aging temple. Bored stony face he wore.

“Oh, yes, go on ahead.”

Timmer gave a nod, quickly finding the right moment, getting the upper hand, pining the young girl to ground, pulling something out his belt, stabbing into her neck, who supply a groan in pain from it. Once, the object was in place, stepping away before being attack again, by her.

Meme didn’t waste a breath, holding something in his hand, pulled out from his pocket not long ago. Pressing something, that sent the girl in a shocking spasm. Biting; roughly on her tongue till bleeding to keep from screaming.

After a few seconds, the shocking stopped, Meme smiling now in a joyful matter.

“Now I bet you’ll listen, little missy.” Meme started out, pacing about the area, before talking again. “We could have done this the easy way, but it seems; that’s not how you play it. So, fine, by me, your lost child.”

Timmer kept close eye, as the girl tried to get back her feet, shaking with each movement. Wiping, the side of her face from a lone trail of blood that ran thinly from her mouth.

“I wonder how this would sound. If you work for me, I promise that when it’s over, this place will remain standing, until that is, it finally decides to come down itself. That sound better, or it be, that I’ll be back, in matter of minutes, tearing it down myself.”

The young fighter eyes went wide, shaking now that wasn’t from the shock’s side effect. Knees didn’t even give her a chance to fully stand, having fallen back down, face becoming hard to see. Batter hands lying by her body, unknowing what to do.

This was all she had left.

If this temple was gone, what would she have left in this contemptible world?

“Do we have a deal?”

She could only give a nod.

“I would like a wordy reply, unless you want this place to go away.”

“As you command, sir, you have me, T-kun as you defender of whatever you need.” She said, hollow and hurt.

“Good. Oh, and how about Captain instead?”

“Yes, Captain.”

Meme nodded with a job well done, walking by her dropping something by her side. It was a card; with information on it. He chooses to speaking, shortly with Timmer, and to have him to follow Meme out of the temple. And so he did, without, much of a fight. Before, turning to face T-kun, who was still on the ground in the most udder defeat of her life?

“When you can, follow what’s on the card. Be there within the coming week. Any latter, I might change my mind. Understand?”

“Yes, Captain.” That same dry answer tone was given.

“Good, now Timmer, my right hand man, who’s next?”

“That would be a young Michael, sir.”

“Oh, joy for this. Let’s get on way.”

The End.

War is nearing,

petty as it is,

I still will fight,

and from what I hear.

Thunder clouds fill the sky hastily for what’s to come.

When a strike comes and breaks the earth.

All must be ready for the threat to come.

Thy captain has said little to what’s to come.

In a world like this,

answers such as them,

are too true.

But he has said,

not to fear them.

For,

they are little nothings,

feasting off the fleas of dogs,

of a half-brain hapless owner.

Hearing their names,

makes my inner child giggle with glee.

Though the mindless monster,

of that child,

wants to tear,

smash,

melt,

and stab them.

With only,

a heartless,

nothingness,

and cold . . . but,

a small a smile,

to say,

the least.

Ready to crave in inflamed toner of their lives into nothingness.

I shall not fear them,

nor my comrades,

nor captain.

Captain speaks of their names as a speck of dust on one’s shoulder.

When spoken of them in his malevolent ways,

I remember them.

Through,

name only,

seeing that faces are less reasonable to remember.

Listing,

those off,

with each death ready for them and them alone.

Smithy 666.

Hedonistic Actor.

Mister Aspiring Actor.

Curiousity Inc.

JotaKa.

Disney Otoko.

Movie Explorer.

Chilton.

The Second Opinion.

Writrzblok.

Yet,

speaking of their deaths so freely would,

destroy half of the fun.

When the time comes,

they’ll get theirs.

And too their leader,

Wallace,

I believe his name is?

Warnings to those,

who speak ill of either my team,

Or leader,

for I nor my team,

nor leader,

don’t back down,

so easily,

halfwits.

May when we finally meet in battle,

be one to remember,

for I have known to have a bad memory,

to that means little to me.

When the path is made.
You take it,
without blinking.
You do something that out of your comfort zone.
How it plays out,
is something that takes time.
Time that can be speedy as a rabbit.
Or slow as a snail.
If you able to hold on,
watching the arms tick away,
it’ll be over.
Soon if you want it to be.
You’ll have many feelings going through.
Impacting everything and every step you take.
But that is a good thing.
Get out of your comfort zone and do things,
others wouldn’t think,
you could do.
And only breathe in that amazing feeling,
when everything is said and done.

Y is form in the simplest terms, and I mean You, this site can’t make it without that important spice

O is that how Open all can be, even the person who wants to reach out

U goes for the Unlimited possible moments that can happen in a blink of an eye

R is for that choice all Rest on your shoulders, heavy yes, but worth it

S is for the Sanative when everything is said and done

E is for that you’ll never suffer from Ecophobia with us, for you have a voice, let us hear it

L goes for that the inner being got to Live in the moment, and milk it, it’s the lime light, us it

F is that of the First and Final step that gets you here, how, you got to brank out, to discover what it could be

E is for the Enlighten you’ll give to others, that anything in your hands is an art

X goes for that Xanthic signal you’ll have of ME that shows you belong with an internet family

P for the many Projects you’ll do, that you never thought of doing before

R is that small moment of Reconciliation you were able to give to others when they couldn’t

E goes to that Emblaze inner you that will brighten everything in a much humble light

S is for that Sapiential that comes when you’re work is said and done

S goes for that Satisdation, because if don’t feel it with us, we’ll try harder, for that we’re family, we stand shoulder to shoulder, we’re united for our difference, be proud of it, not fear it

E has that feeling of Excitement, makes you giddy as a child seeing something only you could loved

X is for that everything is Xerox for the eyes to see, enjoy too much delights

P has that for People, that they be treated has you want to be treated

R is for Respect, for that before you might miss it, that everyone should have, do, and get back in return

E is for that Everyone is welcome for a voice they want others to hear

S goes for that weird Sensation when it’s all said and done

S has to go to one the matters that are hard to speak of, Sex, but hey no need to be shy, that’s just one of many to come into play

I stands for the chance to Inquiry to speak out, and get real answers, no matter how bat-shit insane

O is for the Option to be seen as words or picture, you’re still a human being, through and through

N is going for the Never think no one understands you, for that’s just a damn lie

M is for the Members that have something to say and they come screaming with pride

A goes for the everlasting Awesomeness you didn’t think these people had until you get to know them

N for the quick Notice you’ll get when you know they have your back in understanding

I stand for the noble Individual voices, not one is the same in any way

C is for the Creativity that just seems to fall as the morning Sunday rain, dropping everywhere and never missing the unknown golden goals

The holidays are coming and going.
Swiftly like a cunning fox of the night.
But not fear; the year is nearly done.
We have much to do before the clock strikes the final hour of the day of the year.
For that we must make haste and go out with a bang.
Show we mean what we did before, can be top!
And if not in a sudden boom, but a row a firecrackers ending with a dragon TNT.
How wonderful it.
Simple as is it is.
When this year final ends, know, we are far being so.
For who knows what lives for us down the road.
That road of unknowing tales, waiting to vastly be told, and having us, on our toes!
With that, I end this for now.
For, more to come on this, winding road.

It came all of a sudden, with little warning. The slamming of a door, loud enough to wake the dead, went to an deaf ear where the room had a lone worker, writing with no care.

“I hope you’re happy for yourself. For what you have done?”

No reply was given.

“To think less with half a braincell and to go do that. I thought happiness is what you wanted? Why turn away from that? So, soon as well?”

The person who slammed the door, moved closer to where the desk was. Minding of the other, who was still working.

“Are you just happy in this cramp, pityful room, with a small lamp as you’re only light? Is that it? Nothing else? What kind of person are you, to go to such lenghs with no care?”

“Keep little in mind of trueily matters for me. Those pestering feelings to care, only get one so far.”

“Yet, you looked to oddly be on cloud’s good nature from what I saw.”

“Those feelings are as a drug. They also wear off in a matter of time.”

The other looked to his brother is sadness.

“Don’t blame me for this mistake.”

“It can’t be a mistake, if was never seen as a mistake. I could have told you that, dear brother.”

A sigh was given. The faint scratches of writing took up most sound around them.

“I’m going to miss them. But I really should be saying it about you?”

“Can’t miss it. If it was never there.”

The standing brother couldn’t take that, in what felt as what rage and pain would fill, mix together. He slammed his hands down on the desk. Adding to what a small child would do next, in which, knocking all the paper work on to the ground.

“What has happen to you?! Damn it, all I just want to know? Why push them away? And now me. Lucas, please, tell me why?”

The other brother slowly looking to the spilled papers. With no thought to reply to his brother, got to his feet and restacked the papers back on to his desk. Feeling the glares of his brother.

Yet, Lucas made no dare to look back. For again, it was pointless to do so.

Somehow those, found the words to say. “Please, Jackson, leave me alone. It’s all I want now. What matters I made with my love and future, are no deals with you. Go home. I’m sure your children want you there to set up the tree?”

Jackson rubbed his unknowing how to sudden tired eyes.

“Very well. I’ll see you afternoon, tomorrow. I . . . ”

“I choose you don’t. Goodbye, Jackson.”

“Fine. Merry Christmas.” Ending with him leaving out the door to leave his brother alone.

On his way home, stopping by a few places on the way, clearing the mind really. On whatever he was going to say when he got back. Jackson finally made it home. Upon seeing his wife in the kitchen making dinner. And his children nowhere in sight.

“You’re brother being a handful again, dear?” His wife asked, listen to how he came into the house, soon having her being hug from behind, and Jackson laying his head on her shoulder.

“You have no idea.” Saying with leaving her a kiss on her cheek. Moving away to lay against the counter. Arms cross as was in thought loud. “I’m worrying for him. It’s at the point I don’t know who he really is anymore. But with what the doctor said, I can’t do anything but go along with it.”

“He’ll get better.”

“No alone. Even I know that. I was able to reach Edith’s sister. She’s doing fine. Despite what my brother did. But she said it would be better for the baby’s health if she was not around him.”

“What did Lucas say to her, to make her leave? You were gone for awhile.”

“Heavens if I’ll get the full story. She’s not hurt or anything. Just some spiteful words between should be for young love. Not these two.”

His wife just rolled her eyes to that.

“You did go see the doctor?”

“Si, I did. Though the answers given could have been better.”

She just nodded back. Having Jackson set the table. Food ready. And the loud stomping of children from up stairs started to slowly familiar itself as if it was thunder.

“Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be bothering him some more.”

Again, the wife only nodded.

The following day, Jackson headed out. Having a small smile as he saw his two sons and daughter, resting soundly by the colorful dressed up tree. Worn out by the long hours it took, and just sleeping around the living room, not daring to walk up the stairs for bed.

Recovering them once more with blankets given last night. Off he went to start an early day. In means to get ready for anything brother was about to throw his way.

Upon soon reaching the house, a few minutes spare for a precise afternoon. Walked up the drive way and knocked on the door. When not getting an answer back. Pulled out a key from his pocket to let himself in.

“Lucas, you up? Or is your lazy ass still in bed?”

Stepping quickly through the house. Not finding his brother anywhere. All his things still in place.

“Lucas?” He called out, trying the backyard, towards the greenhouse.

The door left ajar. Jackson open the door more to let himself give a peek in. Smiling softly when finding what he was looking for. Walking in slowly, taking each step with care.

“Lucas, you can’t keep hiding here when things get to rough. I’m only to say this once.” Jackson said, kneeling down to the ground, in a way to be eyelevel with the other, before saying. “No matter how thing illness plays with your mind, I still want you back. Edith needs you, you’re going to be a father, Lucas. And I like a small family moment, that doesn’t result to this. I gave you time to set this in before. And I still do. Understand?”

Jackson patted the stone slate in a comfort matter.

“I know this world is hard for people like us. Don’t think I haven’t tried to hide away from it. It’s only a matter of time if my children start acting this way. This is something you should worry as well.”

A small play of silence filled the air.

“Un demonio del infierno sólo puede encontrar tanta alegría en el mundo. Ciegamente saber si quieren o no. Sólo se da una segunda oportunidad de vida. Úsalo sabiamente y no yo, quienes dan I, los puros que perdimos hace mucho tiempo viven.”

A whisper was heard.

“I will see you and Edith hopeful at my house than for dinner. We’ll get by brother. We always have. Let’s not fall as our people before us.”

The End.

Not much to say . . .

Mind clouded of what to do.

And how to handle it.

When coming to choose something easy.

Walk.

Just a walk,

through a peaceful night.

Fresh snow has fallen,

Knees deep,

And I can’t help but smile.

Though,

Others are in foul moods for it.

I look at with acceptment.

Soon,

Seeing that not just the snow has been seen in kinds eyes.

Yet,

I feel that I have too.

Finding where I can be myself,

Even though at first,

I called for acceptment,

Not in wonder,

But fear,

That I wasn’t going to fit in what others did.

But that seem far from the case,

Not long later I was worried over nothing,

And try to become something better.

What really?

I don’t have a title for it.

But as the snow keeps falling and bring that small joy with it.

I will too.

Coming up with ideas to share in every step,

I take with pride.For just a walk,

Got me to do this.

Just a walk,

Give it a try sometime.

I Shy

It’s that not I don’t want to.
It’s more that,
Something is holding,
Me back.
A force,
That is unknown,
And can be unseen,
To the eye of others.
A fear.
But really not.
Just something,
That is overly,
Passed off,
as…
a scam really.
When coming down to it.
It feels just as that.
Pity really.
So much could be done,
But,
This thing holds,
One down from doing,
Something all loved to do.
But is something,
I love to do.
To stand in front of it,
Smile with no care,
Share words to others,
And be able to do all over,
again?
Hard to say,
When coming down to it,
writing is really all,
I can do.
I want to…
Branch out to others,
Be part of…
Something that could,
Maybe be up there,
In the sea of stars,
But I don’t think I can.
To that,
Can I really be,
A true manic,
To expression,
Just as well,
As they,
Even with,
An strange voice,
That doesn’t sound like,
The real…
Me?
Who knows,
For it will never happen.
For I am just,
To scared and shy to do,
it.