T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

In a distance land
Everything is not what it is
Tis not what we can hide or show
In a bland world
We shall not shed a tear
In this world of dark fear
Hands in a firm grip
Head remain high and proud
We will shout loud and never give in
In a world of endless surprises
We will stand our ground
Brake theses chains
Fight what is needed to be done
Never be the weak link

The Pain, Too.

The pain has return,
And it hurts,
ten fold.
It won’t go away,
And I wish it would.
Anything would do,
To make it go away.
I don’t care how,
Just get it done.
Please,
I’m not asking for,
Much.
Just make it go away.
Just make it go,
Far into a distance,
Land.
Away from it.
Ow!
It hit again.
Ow!
I can feel the bones,
Crushing.
Blood trickling down.
Ahh!
This is the price to pay,
When it’s that time.
Just take it away.
Medication.
Magic.
I don’t care.
I want it…
Ow!
Damn it!
I hate this.
With all my heart.
I envy those who,
Can deal with it.
Damn them!
Damn them all to,
Hell!
Ahh!
Blast this pain.
It has hurt before,
But not this much.
Damn it all!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn…
Fuck…
Jesus…
Up the poll…
It!
It hurts to much.
I hate it!
To the farthest,
Area in space,
And back for all.
Fuck!
Why did it have to,
Happen so soon?
I can’t take it anymore.
Fuck it all.
Better end this now,
Then dealing with it,
Later.

Undying Love

A long time ago.
There was a man,
With a magic wand.
He could cast any,
Spell in a blink,
Of an eye.
But there was one,
Spell he could,
Never chant.
The spell of,
Love.
Knowing that it,
Only made his,
Heart cold as ice.
With spells that,
Could make you,
Never age.
Only who could,
Love him,
Would be until,
It was the end for,
Them.
A thought no,
One dared wanted.
With foolish people,
like That.
It only made him,
More bitter and,
Anger.
What could a man,
Like him every,
Fine love.
Not just any kind.
True,
Pure,
Ever lasting,
Love.
What could this man,
Do?
He waited and waited.
Praying for just the one,
Shred.
Tiny life of love.
Time would move on.
But not him.
Sitting by the window.
Scooping all things,
That lived below him.
Hoping one would,
Glance to him.
Love at first sight,
As they called it.
A door bell ranged.

Paint til due Date

I never want to do,
That again.
Hours and hours,
Painting.
I never thought,
I would hate painting,
Until that very day.
Oh god.
My fingers are just,
Numb.
Damn it!
Zo could have at least,
Work a little harder,
With,
The brush.
Me and Dave,
Were like the ones,
Working.
The clock’s ticking,
I swear,
Is getting louder,
And louder,
We have what…
Shit…
Four hours to get all this,
Done.
Damn that man.
I don’t care if this is,
How I’ll lose.
He is just to
Blame.
I swear.
If I every get
My hands,
On that bony,
Thin,
Neck of his.
Snap!
Crack!
Rip!
Oh that man is so,
Dead.
Just have to grit,
My teeth and do this,
Now.
Its for the,
Children.
3,862…
3,863…
3,864…
3,865…
I can do this.
3,866…
3,867…
3,868…
3,869…
3,870…
3,871…
3,872…
3,873…
My hands feel so,
Weak.
I can…

The Lost

Screams fill the air.
Time is ticking.
The ball flies.
Feels that time is,
Slowing for this,
Glories moment.
When for a moment,
That this was right.
The ball is caught,
By a large bird.
It’s over for them.
One yells to ask,
Where the hell,
That damn bird,
Came from.
Now years later,
The losing of thirty-six,
Year lost is for and,
Ever will be cruse.
That night!
That one night.
Everything changed.
Nothing seem right,
Anymore.
It could have been,
A grand win.
Yet that bird had to,
Scar the team,
Forever.
Why oh why!
How could this,
Ever happen?
Will this cruse,
Every die and they,
Maybe…
One time…
Get the game…
They deserve to…
Win.
But until that happens.
They will forever,
Be known as the,
“Kill Base”.
And their foes,
The Eagles will,
Always remain on,
Top of it all.
Oh how the world,
Can be so unkind,
To those who try.

Something to Write

What to write?
What to write?
I’m at a lost.
Not sure what this,
Story could be.
Might be real life.
School.
Zombies.
Dragons.
Who knows,
The skies the limit,
In this little book.
Could be love.
Murder.
Peace.
War.
Who knows?
This brain is checking,
The files and seeing,
What could happen.
Friends.
Family.
News retold.
Misguided history.
What could it be?
What could it be?
Wait how about,
This one?!
Naw,
Remade it twice.
Looking for,
Something.
Anything.
Death.
Hell.
Witches.
Mermaids.
Gayness.
Come on there’s,
Got to be something,
That has not been toy,
With.
Zoo.
Space.
Monkeys.
Dogs.
Come on!
Man,
Who does the filing?
Oh…
Wait!
Never mind.
The cabins are starting,
To look dry here.
I got to write,
Something.
Fresh.
Road trips.
Short plays.
Here we go,
At least it’s,
Something.

Voice of Reason

Start writing.
Start writing.
Shut your fucking,
Trap.
It’s sending my,
Ears to the,
Hospital with,
Your annoying,
Voice.
God,
I hear that voice,
And I just want to,
Shot my,
Freaking head,
Off.
Just shut up.
What more do,
You want from us.
We’re just kids.
Not great,
Poets.
We’re not dogs,
So don’t treat,
Us as one.
Ya bastard.
Man,
Your voice is so,
Dead and depressing,
That it could make,
The dead yell at,
You.
Just give up,
Already.
Your not the best,
You know.
I bet the twins,
Could take you,
Down and bench-
Press in over,
Twenty flat.
This sucks and,
just knowing,
That your there,
Gives me a,
Headache.
Just shut up,
And drop dead.
God,
I want no more,
From you.
Just shut up.
I can’t take this,
Anymore.
Damn it!

Cast the Spell

Magic.
Flying.
Spells.
The world that,
Is unknown to,
Others but is,
Real to the,
Young.
For all that world,
Can’t be touch.
Yet few have,
Dared.
Oh pity,
Them.
Turn them to,
Dust with a,
Flick of your,
Wrist.
Never be weak.
Transform them,
Into a toad,
Or a bug.
Squish.
Not a pitiful,
Person.
Use it for,
Good.
Live long and,
Be rich.
The unreal is there,
For a reason.
Use it.
Don’t be afraid.
Your not a,
Gutless witch.
That gift is,
For you to,
Use in anyway.
Don’t give me,
The weepiness,
Of a cock.
I know you,
Not.
Just flick your,
Wrist and make,
Your dream come,
Alive.
I know you better,
Then this.
Don’t live in,
Fear.
Be the fear and,
Be brave from,
It.
Saved the pity,
If that’s what,
You want.
Don’t fly away,
From what your,
Meant for.
I know you can,
Cast this spell.
Just try.
Like others before,
You.

Lost feelings

Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Theses petals lie.
I can’t choose,
What to feel.
Love.
Hate.
Run out already.
I have to know,
What this feeling,
Is.
Hate…
No Love…
Or was it hate.
Damn it.
Now I go to,
Start over.
Never to know,
What this feeling is.
Happens every time,
I look at that,
Face.
I want to kiss,
And then beat,
With a baseball,
Bat.
There has to be,
What this feeling,
Is.
I just have to,
Know.
I want to know,
If this one worth,
It or just a trash,
Like all the others.
Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Thinking this over,
Do I want to know,
What is new?
Is that face,
Worth knowing what,
Feelings I have.
Damn it!
I give up.
This is something,
Flowers can’t do,
For you.
I could just ask.
No!
Then that’ll make,
Me more then a love,
Sick puppy.
I don’t know what,
To do.
I just feel lost,
Anew.
No hate or,
Love.
Just emptiness.
That I want to,
Fill.
Yet,
I don’t know,
What to fill,
It with.
I’m lost.

Lays Still

The pain shows,
On his face.
I don’t think,
He can take it,
Anymore.
Takes in deep,
Breaths,
To slow or,
Dull the pain.
It works but,
Only for a bit.
This pain make,
It hard to walk,
And anything else,
That involves to,
Move.
The pain is so,
Much he could,
Die.
Will it go,
Away?
As the doll takes,
Another nibble to,
The chest.
The man falls once,
More.
The pain shows,
All over.
You can only,
Laugh at his,
Pain.
Laugh!
Laugh and know,
Why that this man,
Deserved it.
That bastard,
As live to long,
For all his sins.
He must die,
Or no,
Confection,
Will ever request,
To you.
Let that thing,
Have what he is,
Long over due,
For.
That man must,
Get.
His.
Punishment.
You grin as,
You stab the doll,
One more,
Time.
Blood leaks from,
His mouth and,
Eyes.
He’s dying but,
Slowly.
To slowly.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Rip his eyes,
Out!
Tear him limb,
From limb.
Squeeze him til,
He breaths,
No more.
Yes,
You can feel,
Yourself live,
Once more.
As he lays still.

Happiness

The night is cover,
In starlights.
The moon is nothing,
But a hangnail.
The forest is,
Calm.
Crickets are at,
Rest.
There is no one,
There.
I’m alone.
Should I hate it,
Or not.
I know it leaves,
A pain as I watch,
This alone.
Your not alone.
Oh,
It’s the other,
Me.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Then why are you,
Here?
Because your alone.
What’s your point?
I don’t like this,
To happen.
You think I,
Don’t need to be,
Alone.
No.
Thank you,
Nova.
Your welcome,
Nove.
We shall sit,
And look up,
At the sky.
Together.
Yes,
we should.
Like always.
For the last,
Ten years.
Happy eighteenth,
Birthday.
Nova…
Nove.
Such a nice,
Night.
Wish they end.
But they will.
And I’ll be,
Gone.
And I’ll wait,
To see you,
Again.
Like always.
What are sisters,
For.
Not trying to kill,
Each other.
That a joke.
Was it that,
Bad.
No comment.
Meanie.
Look a shooting,
Star!
Make a wish.
No you.
Both.
Count on three.
One…
Two…
Three…
I want,
Happiness.

Mighty Moon and Sun

Waves are crashing.
Salty smells fill,
The air.
The sea is clear,
And tame.
For now.
The full moon,
Will hover over,
It soon.
Cover the white,
Sand until there,
Is no more.
When there are,
No clouds and,
The stars show no,
Fear.
The only light in,
This darkness.
Oh how,
They are bright,
And ready.
They each,
Is a soul lost up,
There.
Watching the earth,
Shake and the,
Ocean takes its,
Course.
The biggest,
Rock out there,
Is the moon.
Monster of the,
Sea.
Commanding it,
To rise and fall.
Sending shivers,
To all who,
Touch its iciness,
Liquid glass.
Oh mighty moon.
Be kind.
Be gentle as,
You always,
Were.
Let the land,
Stay another,
Millennium.
We need it,
To live.
It’s crazy to,
Try to show,
Us that we,
Are worth to,
Stay.
Please mighty,
Moon.
Your brother,
The sun would,
Tell you the same.
Please,
Oh mighty,
Sun.
Tell moon.
Please…
Please…
Please.