T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

Nearing the tracks is a mindless matter of it’s own. Where you just tell the feet to move and not bother to tell the location or how to get there. Just let it go.

Hands tucked away from sight, close to the body. For warmth or fright.

Head is not down nor looking about the area around. Just doing what the bones within do. Simple and just in it’s own right.

Eyes do the same. Keeping busy. Busy away from all and yet locked on them.

“Tai!”

The body still moved on, giving a weak wake towards the voice. Not really taking notice of who it was.

“Hey wait up!”

Somehow the body does.

“Thanks, man. Hey how you been?” The other said with a smile, swinging an arm around the other’s shoulder’s in a greeting.

The other, Tai just gave a shrugged and started to move again. The other not far behind.

“I asked my mom if you could have dinner and spend the night. She said it was okay.”

Tai gave a glance to the other.

“We’ll just tell her your parents said it was okay. There’s a phone booth not far from here. Maybe Ms. Calleham will help like last time. What do you think?”

Tai only shrugged.

“Great! Speaking of Ms. C . . . damn, did you see her sister?”

That made Tai stop in his tracks and face the other. The once calm and lax face, eyeing the other in questionable wonder.

“What are you up too, Henry?”

“My god! He speaks!” Henry cheered and walked with glee, telling himself for such a grand goal, a sweet was in need. With that, called out. “Tai, let’s go get ice cream! My treat!”

“Henry!” Tai called out to him, picking up his pace to follow his buddy.

“Yes . . . ” Henry said back, sounding like a snake as doing so.

“Leave Jess alone.”

“I was just playing. Come on, know I’m as straight as cinnamon-bun unrolled.”

Tai just rolled his eyes, stopping in time before a car hit him at the crosswalk.

“Hey Chump! Watch your speed, ass!” Henry yelled to the driver as the car soon faded down the road.

Not long slapping Tai’s head for spacing out like he did. He rubbed his head, sighed, stretch his arms over his head waiting a crack, and went on before the light turned green.

“Tai!”

“Henry.”

The tone was a mock, but in hushing matter then the other.

The sudden grabbed on his right made him jump. Henry took notice and quickly let go.

“You have to tell someone, Tai.”

“Drop it.” Tai said, leaning against the wall, eyes finally choosing to look at the tracks.

“We could tell my mom, hell even my dad. He’s been looking a case. Yours would be just gold to him. He could get you out and . . . ”

“Henny . . . ”

Henry flitch at the nickname, glaring at the other. In his mind cursing his mother for speaking of that name when his friends were around.

“Sorry.” He sighed, letting his eyes looked at the building Tai was leaning against.

“I’ll take a dark cookie dough.”

“Alright. Don’t run off.” Henry order in mock before going in.

Finally leaving Tai be for a moment. Eyes never leaving the tracks. Unknowing rubbing his sore right arm through a thick jacket. Soothing the pain the best he could.

“Tai?” A soft voice called to him, snapping him out of his train of thought. “Tai Dewitt.”

He turned to face where the voice came from.

“Jessica. Hi.” He greeted her with a nervous smile, running a hand through his slightly dirty, short, black hair.

“Hi. How have you been?”

“Good.”

She gave a nod and started to look around.

“He’s getting us some ice cream.”

“Right.”

“So, um, school being good this time of year?”

“As it can be. Tutoring is what makes harder.”

“You finally caved in?”

“Had to. Grade was dropping. Sis wouldn’t hear it any other way.”

“Oh. Bummer.”

Jessica gave a shrug with little care.

“They’re are some perks. Wish I could drop it. But then I would be at home longer with that . . . thing. And not to forget about him.”

Tai tried not to laugh.

“I’m sure Bubba is a tame tabby once you know tell him yes.”

“In his dreams. I really hate it though. He’s a great and all. But . . . ”

“Burr . . . the cones of yummy cream always freezes what it shouldn’t.” Henry said in a ramble coming from the shop.

“Wouldn’t that be a shame.”

Henry looked to see Jessica.

“My oh my, the girl that make me straight. Have my prays been answered?”

“Henry . . . ” Tai gave a warning.

“Just like Brainless Bubba the Tall. In your dreams. I still have time before any so-lushly giving can happen. A green fairy is last on my list.”

“Oh, hurt me not. Bitter sweet false truth. Makes the mantle want more. Thy still strike again, I will ready the hold of lust.” Henry ended with a wink, walking over to Tai, who at the moment wished he was somewhere else that very moment.

He took the frozen treat with a tone of sadness of humiliation of thanks.

“You know Henry Gerald Hampertton V, you should put more thought like in your work not your insults.”

“Nah, then my buddy here would be lonely if I did that.” Henry said, once more pulling Tai in a shoulder hug.

“I think I’ll live . . . while you try to get some learning in that brain of yours.” Tai stated, but fell on deaf ears.

“Make learning with porn or something, Jessie Fessie and we’ll see.” Henry said to the girl.

She answered back with. “Health is for that.”

“If I take that class one more time, the teachers might catch on.” Henry word in the most hush tone there was.

Finding her eyes rolled, landing on Tai, who tried to find something great about the ice cream in his hand. Not was going with the others.

“Are you coming back to school, Tai?”

“Nope.”

“I see.”

Henry then cutting in with. “But that’s okay. Tai’s got me.”

“Good to know, Henry. Where’s the nearest bridge.” Tai ending with a few licks from his treat.

“Hey!”

Jess butted in. “I better get going. Stop by when you can. My sis loves seeing you . . . though only one of you, and I can understand why.”

“Hey! What is this? Insult the gay day! I’m a ball of fun! Ask anyone! In fact as Tai right here, Miss. Fessie. He’s known me for years and not once has he never told me to buzz off! So Ha!”

She only shook her head, bit them goodbyes, and went on her.

“Man, I’m so glad she’s doesn’t have a dick . . . ”

“Stop right there, Drama Queen.”

“Still . . . ”

“Be gay or not. The world can’t take it.”

“Fine. What did you ever see in her anyway? You have a thing for the hot-nerd-redheaded-stepchild ideal?”

“I never saw anything in her.” He stated before adding. “She’s nice and not loud like someone else I know.” Ignoring that last bit Henry said.

Henry only glared at Tai. Looking away along with his glare, eating his treat.

“I liked it better when you were quiet.”

“Fine. I will.”

“No! Don’t do that!” Henry spoke out, grabbing Tai the sleeves of his jacket, cone on the floor. Leaving a streak on Tai’s jacket.

“Damn.”

“Good, you didn’t go quiet.”

“Can’t, when I have to yell at you right now.”

Even though the tone was far from that.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Brushing off his friend, able to see how bad the mess was. To which gave Tai a grim look.

“I’m sure, Miss. C could get it out and . . . we get to see Jess, again . . . ” Henry gave a slight pause before adding. “Wait, my mom can clean it.”

Freeing Tai from his finish cone, eating the part he won’t seeing he couldn’t do it with his. But Tai was fighting against it.

“Henry, chill. I’m not going back anyway.”

He looked back at his friend.

“You sure?”

“Yes. I like to walk around some more before dark. Now you can be my fairy and lead? Or run on home and go get wax?”

Not waiting for an answer, Tai went on. Heading to the tracks this time.

“I only did that one time! Let it go!”

Henry rushed off to catch up.

Using the sun as their clock, the duo walked on. Balancing on the steel beams of the track.

Henry whistling tone unknowing if it was a real song or not. Tai walking backwards on his beam, looking to see the town getting smaller every step he took.

“Mom’s breaking out the family style for dinner. Sticking to our roots as she’s says.”

“Not wanting to no Crackers cramping her ways?”

Henry looked to Tai with a raise brow.

“But she loves you. She thinks pulling you out in the sun and hard labor long enough, you’d be part of the family yet.”

Tai gave a lumpy smile to Henry as a thanks.

“How, ah, you get hurt this time?”

“Don’t . . . ”

“A real answer will less likely put you in a arm lock. Blacking out is also a bonus.”

“My parents don’t like you.”

“I’ll go find a giant pond of bleach, right away.” Henry growled with an eye roll.

“No not that. Your fruit side.”

Henry stopped, jumped off the beam he was walking on. Turned to face where Tai’s house was. Cupped his hands around his mouth and gave a big shout.

“FUCK YOU, DWITTS!”

“Henry!”

“BESIDE MY BEST BUD, TAI! YOU CAN SUCK MY HORSE LOT!”

“Henry!”

“What?” Henry asked with a cheesy grin, adding. “You offer first dibs?”

“You’re such a dick!” Tai shouted, jumping from the beam, trying to meekly-joke hit Henry.

Knowing it was all for play. Henry could see the giant grin on the other’s face.

“I would hope I am. Fairy or not. This baby will get me places!” Henry said in proudness, pointing at himself with a large grin.

Tai finally gave a weak shove to the other and kept walking. Henry did the same, but stopped, seeing they were nearing the border of the next town.

“Tai. We better head back. Dark. Food. Hungry. Sleep.”

Tai did stop, noting his feet were just inches away from the huge welcome sign that greeted the nearby town. Glancing over to see Henry waiting for him to follow back.

“You’re not coming back, are you?”

“I’m that easy to read?”

“Have been for the years I’ve known you, man. Easy.” Henry said, giving a weak laugh at the insight joke of the words he used.

“Seems like a harmless jump really.”

“Would you do it?”

Tai didn’t answer.

“You’d be miss.”

Tai only nodded, knowing very well of who he speaking about.

“I might turn into those housewives that lost husbands to war.”

Tai busted a laugh. Henry soon following.

“If my wife is going to miss me, why don’t she come with?”

“She’s not as brave as you are.”

“We would have each others back. Head north.”

“And what . . . meet Santa? We’re fifteen. A little old don’t you think?”

“Beats for whatever left for this town to give us.”

“My mom and dad and sibs will someday understand my choice. Someday.”

“You really think that?”

“Just as I think your parents will soon see that their assholes who need to see help. Yes. Because . . . ”

” . . . It’s everything that got the stiches to stick together through even heaviest winters. No more show tunes for you. It rots your brain.”

Tai let a small sigh leave his lips, looking ways of the path that lead north. Longley and wishfully.

“But I’ll tell you one thing, Henry. It’s a real none thinker to do things like this.” Tai said, mindlessly, soon meeting eyes with the other, before adding. “But that taste of freedom, only get’s stronger with every waiting moment.”

Another deep sigh, Tai quietly thinking to himself of what to do when dark was finally setting.

Henry face then brighten.

“Tomorrow.”

“What?” Tai asked, when being cut off from his thinking.

“Let’s do it after we have our last hot meal. Pack what we can and go north. With our heads straight up our asses that they look like hats!”

“Who’s the brave one now?”

“Only because if I don’t, you’ll leave without my knowing. Remember. I have known you for a long time.”

Tai rolled his eyes. Upon seeing Henry’s hand in front of him, a blob of spit within. Tai copy the motion.

“If you’re not up. I’m leaving without you.”

“I’m like a bloodhound. I’ll find you.”

The deal was made. They headed back to enjoy their last warm meal. Waiting night to pack. Heading down the tracks that went north. Knowing that they won’t be looking once they did.

The End.

The creak of the open, a silver of light etched through the now open room. Shadowing anything blocking to reach the walls. Toys and clothes for the most part. A figure as well leaning against the opening of the doorway.

Eyes of tiredness watched a body move from the sudden sign of a lamp’s glow. A groan as well. The sound made the figure smile fondly to it. When letting a sigh out, taking mouse steps to the child’s bed.

Lighting kneeling by the side of the bed. Eyes once again trained on the small child lax wildly upon the bed. The soft face of youth, made a thin, bony, callous hand run the tips of the fingers grazed the side, letting the thumb tickle the nose.

Again, a sleepily groan was heard.

Out of habit, fixed the blankets to cover the body better. Picking at random of a toy to rest by the child.

Relaxing the arms back to the older person to hold up their head, watching the child sleep on deeply in dreamland.

It was then, and only then, that the person felt their was face was wet. From tears.

Why? There was no need to cry. Everything was good. Everything was going to be fine. By tomorrow . . . everything would be . . .

Shaking one’s head to clear all thoughts. Taking calming breathes. For at the moment, breathing is the only that can be done.

For whenever it could the person’s last.

It was then, the person stood up. Glancing out the slightly draped window that morning was nearing. Bowing quickly and gently kissing the child’s head. Doing the same dashing to the door. Closing the door to just a crack.

Not long the child awoke. Only soon finding out the child was alone with nothing.

The mother packed and gone. Father dead before the child’s birth. No siblings. No buddy.

The child only went back to sleep seeing that dreamland can’t make up it’s mind to make the child happy or not.

It be funny, if it was the 5844th time.

“Being in a coma sucks.” The child gripped in pain, wishing to go home.

Seeing everything as it was, not hearing it.

The End.

Is this the feeling of falling apart, not being able to help others.

Finding nothing and knowing there is something.

Looking out and seeing all, but blinded by all.

A pure sign, that one being is not made for this world.

As if breaking and building is the same, yet others say other wise.

The endless game of tug and war needs to stop, before another is lost.

For now the list only grows, along with cries and tears to follow as well.

What is it like fit in a place that is too small?

What is like to live in world too big?

What is like to not have answers?

To be able to have a free mind to think of anything.

Where that glass can be half of anything, and we don’t give a damn.

We can just be open or close on things we don’t understand or choose not to.

Where needs and wants mix and become too complex to think they are real.

Life is always like that and again we don’t give a damn or do we?

That is a choice only one can make.

With a sign of happiness or sadness.

Even more of choice to read this stupid poem and think it can change anything.

Or write it.

I don’t even know the meaning of doing this.

To reach out to you the reader and have another voice tell me…

What do you think?

For this brain forces the fingers to write something for a reason.

Have the eyes see what they want to see.

Speak words that even the person themself have no idea what happen.

That saying we have the right for freedom of speech.

That we all have voice to speak our mind.

But really the brain has more power then we do.

When only 10% is used.

The other 90% waits for the moment to strike and have us at our knees.

Tricking us to think of one thing then something else.

Are we smart enough to live a full life?

What is a full life?

What are we?

What do we when the brain takes us to places we don’t want to go to?

What is the real reason to say anything about it?

When that reason will never be answer, as we waste time waiting for it to happen.

To the very last second our lives can’t take it anymore.

Things go black…or white?

When the eyes finally close to mean we give up.

I close mine to dream of the days to come.

What about you reader?

What do wish to see when your eyes?

I only ask because we are not the same when reading things like this.

Good day. Good night. Farewell for now.

This meanfull or useless poet will be back soon.

Dear Santa Clause,

I know this letter is coming to you a little early this year. But! There is a reason why. So hear me out.

During that whole time I was asking you for that B.B. gun. Well not just you… I was asking my family, your helpers, and even to people who are just your equal.

Santa, this year was the hardest I have ever tried to get you to listen. All while you were giving me warnings, that sometime soon, that toy would get me in the end.

“You’ll poke yourself in the eye, boy.”

For what my friend, Flick, got dared to stick his tongue to a frozen poll. I know for a fact from stories, that your pal, Jack Frost, made that poll twice as cold as it should be.

There was a knocking at the door. Not even giving the writer enough time to respond back, as the door started to open.

“Ralphie, what you doing in your room?”

“I thought I could get ahead of the Christmas rush and start my list early.”

“Can’t you wait until New Year’s Eve starts?”

“I think if you knew why, mommy; you’d be on my side for this.”

His mother let a little laugh slip through her lips. Then shaking her head for whatever was going on in his.

“Fine, but be done for dinner. Your father is coming home early from work.”

“Okay.” Saying as he waved to her goodbye as the door closed. “Now, where was I…”

The Little Orphan Annie pin was also another warning. You were showing that not everything is great as others say it is. For shame on me. But I forgive you.

I won’t blame you for the bullies. Seeing that they are like that all year round. I won’t even ask you do something to them. And, I won’t also.

And for the other things that happen. I take full blame for.

“Ralphie! You got ten minutes!” Hearing his mother voice from outside the door.

“Okay!” He yelled and went back to writing.

So, yeah…

The bad words that were said.

Random dogs eating the turkey and having the family go eat duck.

“That still had its head. But I won’t add that.”

The family fights.

And of course, the one thing that had scar my brain for life. The bunny suite.

In short to what I am trying to say is, that I want the nest year to be smooth. Or less bumpy. I will take either one.

For a toy? Anything boy-like. Nothing that will put an eye out or for others to think I can’t handle it. So any toy is fine.

But, if I say anything for a certain toy. Make it so my brother and me can play together with it. The fighting we had before. I don’t want it to repeat.

Same with my father. Anything we can bond over is also fine.

I hope you get this soon, from a young boy who believes’ in you.

From,

Ralphie Parker.

“Ralphie, dinner time!”

“Coming mommy!”

Moving from his bed, going over to a small table for an envelope. Slipping the letter in it. Back on the table with it seal. Needing only a stamp and it was off to mail.

The End.

There is saying,
That you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Before thinking it’s a bad book,
Read the index of what you can find,
And if it doesn’t fit what you want.
You put it back.
Do I need to say it again?
You put the book back,
Not burn it.
Not toss it.
Not Give it to someone else.
Not anything else that will hurt the book of what it is.
You put it back,
Neatly,
On the shelf that you found it on.
And look somewhere else.
For that special book of topic.
If you think that it is hard to do.
Then you must know how that book feels.
Do the readers of the world a favor
And just put it back where you found it.
No one wants to deal with a book that can’t be read.

I would like you to see in a brief thought of young mind, going through the harsh ships of life. That has lived longer then when this was writen. With parents and teachers who overuse their leadership and where it feels like abuse. Peer groups are major for every person to fallow, be poor or not, you had to fit in. Yet, to what risk would someone take to do just that?

This is a question I have
Heard for many years
And Finally!

Finally I have the guts
To give the answer.

I’m only dead outside,
As the wild forest grows
In an sheltered dome.

The words that exit these windpipes
Are sugar coated to make you smile.

Or to weep tears of sweet salt.

But then, after all that…
Was it all worth it in the end?

To now only remain in silence
And to be only a watcher.

You could see anyone as a
Thorny rose bush,
With no roses.

But look deep,
A colorless rose,
Is within the threshold.

But that couldn’t be close
To what others may say,
Even if in kind words or not.

Many would say in those
Painfully happy words
That in truth I Am,
A mature brat,
Or a demonic cherub.

The life that has been lived
Is like a flowing river
That becomes a powerful waterfall
That has a bottomless ending.

Empty spaces between the ears
Is welcome to everything.

The temple is more of
A universal theme park.

Being open is hard while
Being on,
Lock-down.

No way of signaling
To others
That I am here or there.

I understand how the plague feels,
With having no choice
Of becoming anything else but,
Cold and heartless,

In a world filled with
Shifting warmth.

Being nothing but a broken dull pencil
Trying to make a good long point.

Is this the feeling of un-normal?

As to those who are normal,
As it is to spots and stripes.

Would have all this be
Different,
If I wasn’t me?

If there is anyway to see this
It would have to be something,
I loathe with all my heart.

Involves in day to day life,
School comes to mind
With this and I know its not…

Not a quiz or test,
But having known its already
Viewed over.

But there is no place,
To put the answer.

More harder then getting friends
As a children try to catch
Bubbles that won’t pop.

Is this really me?
A “me” that I can be
Proud of?

Or will others just like me,
As doughnuts to Homer.

Wishful thinking?

Maybe over time thing will change,
As the same to reruns of an
Old TV show.

But all that is known
In front of this essence I call
My own to use freely.

This is…
Me.

I’m not seen by others, I can blend in.
Dans un monde que nous marchons sur, je peux être ici ou là.
눈물 수 길거리에 누워 내 몸 나 로부터 출혈.
Jeg er noget, du synes ikke at ser ud som du gør dig selv.
Я не монстра, я человек.
No por cómo mirar o hablar, estoy me!
ฉันไม่เคยจะดูทำไม คุณไม่ให้ฉันฉันคือใคร
Perché su di te? Sei tu di meglio allora me?
Ich sehe Sie als ein Mensch, wie ich hoffe, dass Sie für mich tun.
Vi är densamma, det dags att ta itu med den.
אני לא מתכוון למלחמה עליך.
Nhưng tôi sẽ, cho sự tự do tôi biết tôi có quyền!
戦争は血、平和は愛。
這些話可能永遠不會離開你的思想。
To jest moja strona główna zbyt, może należy pamiętać, że!

If there was a chance,
would you take my sorrow,
and make it into something?
Or toss it aside,
with all the others,
you have done.
I need to know…
If I can stay by you,
or jump from this building.
Many others can do this,
some with a smile.
Maybe, I can to…

We fight to keep others safe from harms ways.
A chance to fail is to soon to tell now.
There were times we tush the early bright days.
But things have appeal to that we mustn’t bow.
Young and barbaric, we take it with pride.
Nones to say where it will all go from here.
Foes will always continental divide
Us, but know deep inside, we will lone seer.
Kids, yes we are, but with big hearts we stand,
For others that don’t have that chance anymore.
We hold out to those who need an clear hand.
We are what will end battles before war.
As some soldiers hit the dirt heavy.
We will be there to help and fight for them.
No one had said you had to be dressy,
They suffered this day would come up for them.
But yet that is how the ball rolls in time,
We are the other kinds of mates in crime.

Every drop of rain is a feeling that was long forgotten.
I choose to never go back.
Tears mix with the rain.
Your choice was lost long ago.
There is a chance to get it back.
Never think you can’t.
Every road has a two way.
A choice.
Left or right.
Don’t think just do.
You are your own person and can do anything.
I choose who I am now.
So can you.
Every person has a choice.
To be what they want to be.
What it might be wrong or not.
That is who you are.

…What will you do to be what you are when that road of life on a unknowning day comes?
What will it be and how will come to be?
I am not a future seeker, but I do see a smile.
And I know you are who you are.

Down in the low sea
Lies A man of lonely pain
Where no one can see

Why has it become
Something I can’t change today
But wait and think it

Everything will change fast
More then the cold world is now
Can I change it soon

If not now then when
I need to know if I can
Save a life today

I need to know now
Is there a chance coming now
To dry the land clean

Of deep ruby blood
Can I make someone smile soon
Can I change the world