T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

Bad Weather

Boom!
Thunder roars,
Sending chills,
Through the land.
The earth shook,
To the point,
Of falling into,
Pieces.
The gods were angry,
And they plan to take,
It out on every life,
There is.
No mortal is safe.
Boom!
Boom!
Crash!
Fire spreads,
Struck by the very thunder.
Eating everything its way.
No screams could,
Make a sound in,
Time.
The waves of the sea,
Rose high and mighty.
Showing no weakness,
Of any kind.
It would drown all,
Theses of low land.
Winds crack,
With powerful,
Blows.
Ripping the skin off,
Anything that stood,
Before it.
The soft green land,
Was now covered in,
Blood.
The smell of iron,
Killed what was left,
Of mother earth.
Then the earth,
Shook again.
Scaring the land.
Swallowing all,
Who lived above,
It.
The madness won’t stop.
It has to be a,
Dream.
It has to be.
You scream!
Sweat covers you.
You are safe,
And in bed.
The storm outside,
Has not change,
Since you went to,
Bed.
“Oh, bloodily hell!”
You yell when,
The winds force your,
Windows open.
Rush to close,
Them and keep,
The cold out.
The weather will get,
Better.
You keep think that.
As a lighten bolt,
Strikes your heart.

River’s Rite

The river is flowing fast.
Over cast of rain,
And snow have made it,
Dangerous.
The animals can’t cross.
Unless they want to,
Die.
The trees have over grown,
You can’t see the sky.
No clouds or stars.
How sad.
The sun’s rays,
Fight to touch the,
Ground.
Only get’s little through.
A baby deer,
Silently cries,
As it stares where,
Its mother last stood.
Before the dam broke,
He still had his mother.
Blast these beavers,
For not making a safer home.
The flyers watch down,
To see many meals,
Wash to shore.
They must soar down,
Before a land walker,
Takes them.
Oh, how sweet the,
Raw meat of the half,
Deer must taste.
Chicken is no where,
Close to it.
The water is gushing,
Fast and Faster.
The animals run.
They know they could,
Be next.
Small rodents,
Could be the first to,
Go.
Then the deer,
And Bears.
Next the Owls.
May they say their,
Last “who”.
Reptiles could make it.
No buts if they do,
Or not.
Trees are next.
The sun will finally,
Get its chance.
But it’s too late,
To dry the water.
With nothing to,
Stop it.
Who will be next?
Humans should have,
Gone a long time,
Ago.
So their filth,
Could never be seen,
Again.

The Dark Life

The life I have,
Is not all that,
Great.
I use my body,
To get money,
To feed my little,
Ones.
A street hooker,
Is not the life,
For me.
But I do this,
For them,
More then for myself.
I see a nice well pay,
Car coming up to me.
Time to work the,
Magic.
Everyday is a routine.
Stand,
Mess around with people,
To look,
Show what is needed,
Be ready for blow-jobs,
Or doggy-style.
I do both very well,
Done.
I find myself,
At home.
The little ones,
Are asleep.
Well almost all of them.
My eldest,
Who knows my true form,
Is always waiting,
For me.
He welcomes me,
With a teary-smile.
Just glad that I’m home.
Other hookers,
Would give up a child,
Or rid of it before birth.
I’m to kind-hearted for that.
They are my blood,
My kin.
My light of this dark,
Life I have.
I’m glad to always,
Have them near me.
One day,
I hope to give them,
A better life.
One wants a puppy.
Another a pool.
New shoes, is what,
My youngest wants.
Dreams I plan to see,
Through.
I just want to live,
To see it through.
The night before,
Could have been my,
Last.

The Lost Child

The winds were fast.
Passing like race cars.
A child caught up in it.
Rain soaks his body,
Until he was freezing.
Alone on the streets.
No Family.
Nothing to keep him,
Safe from the unknown.
His tears mix with the rain.
He was a lost boy.
Yet, no Peter Pan was,
Going to take him to,
Never Land.
In nothing but the rags,
He wore,
Barely keeping him,
Warm.
An adult would pass by,
Not noticing that he,
Was there or not.
It was the story,
Of his life.
He was called a,
Runaway.
A kid who couldn’t,
Take his home life.
He wanted more.
No parents of his,
Could give him,
That what he needed,
Was more.
What was it?
Could he ever fine it?
Would he live to see it?
The steps of another,
Pass by.
He knew this one,
Would keep walking.
Yet, the feet,
Stop.
Right in front of him.
Looking up to the tall,
Person.
Wearing clothes that seem,
To big.
But what the person said,
Made the boy want to,
Cry more.
“Let’s get you,
Out of the rain.”
And pick him up.
This was all new.
What would this lead to?
Was this person,
Really going to help,
The boy?
He thought so,
And with that,
Felled asleep.
To the steps,
Of a new,
Friend.
What new adventure,
Will this child,
Ever get.

Endless World

As the sun rises,
There is nothing to,
Cast shadows.
The land is flat,
And the sea is,
Dry.
Not a speech of,
Human or animal,
Walked the very,
Land.
The nights become,
More colder then before.
The days are hotter,
Then lava.
You are walking on,
The sun.
The smell of dirt is only,
Known.
Small remains of the one,
Living cover the land.
One is holding,
A china doll in,
A deadly grip as a,
Bullet hole is shown,
On its bony face.
More bones are found,
On this dying,
Endless world.
There is nothing living,
Anymore.
The carnage alone,
Is very well known.
War!
Cannibals!
Death!
Starvation!
Many more are know,
In this lifeless,
Land.
Baby bones are found,
Under a broken tank.
Each crush under its,
Weight.
What drove these,
People to do this?
What made my family,
To leave me?
All I have to do is,
Remain in this,
Fucking war,
And leave the damn family,
I grew up with.
And maybe this very,
Gun I hold in my hand.
Do I dare?
I raise it high and be ready,
For the darkness.
Bang…
Bang…
Bang…
My life in this,
Means nothing,
Anymore.
I am glad to end it.

The Cat’s Tail of Love and Hate

I open my eyes.
I see master,
Is gone for the day.
I am free,
To do what I want.
I flex my arms,
And legs,
From that lovely,
Eighteen hour rest.
A cat like me,
Must keep intact,
Of everything.
I see my “brother”,
Whining.
Grow up you stupid,
Dog.
They’ll be back.
They always do.
I then see my,
Other “brother”.
Look at that mangling,
Body.
I give him another,
Month at the most.
I wish master would,
Come back.
I want to be,
Ravish again.
The feeling of hands,
And sting that comes,
With it.
I’m purring,
Just thinking about,
It.
I jump from bed,
To the window.
It’s still dark.
I hope master is,
Fine.
What would I do,
If master just left me.
No,
I can’t think,
That way!
He is not like,
“Him”.
If I was like master,
I would cry.
No!
Must stay strong.
If I ever want to,
Have his children.
I must be strong.
I see his car.
He’s home!
The door opens.
He’s alone.
Good.
I just jump into,
His arms and call,
Out my first words,
To him.
“Welcome home, Master.”
He says my name,
And I know.
I’m hooked and in,
Love.
I’ll never let that man,
Hurt me again.
I have a new one.
A new home.
And in love,
So deep,
Like the sea.

The Sinful Child

 
The room is dark.
Pipes leak steaming water.
I know as its drips,
felled on my fresh-whip skin.
I feel the tears and blood,
Slide down my unholy skin.
I keep my mind far,
away from the real world.
Yet, it can’t seem to work.
All I know is that,
the people I loved once died,
A long time ago.
Losing the golden child,
And taking it out on,
The “sinner”.
I am no sinner.
Never then or now.
I pray one day,
After this punishment is over,
That they’ll come back,
One day.
Yet with my ears,
Filled with screams,
No echo’s of a bright,
Future will ever happen.
Deep down,
As deep as my,
Wounds.
My mama and papa,
Will know that I was,
The good one.
The golden child,
They know,
Never loved them.
Mama…
Papa…
Please…
Can I,
Have one more,
Chance.
I don’t want to be,
Your sinful child.
My ears hear the door open.
No!
I don’t want this!
The very whip,
Caked with my own,
Flesh and blood.
I can only glare,
At you.
My arms and legs,
Still chain and bound,
To the wall.
I plead for you to stop.
Your ears are deaf,
To my voice.
Like always,
Father.
I know that your,
Out of you mind.
Your drunk,
By your breath,
And blood-shot eyes.
Yet, I know,
I won’t stop praying.
For a happy ending.
One with wonderful,
Parents.

You are my crutch,
the ones that I could rely on.
Through the highest mountain troubles,
fighting for my happiness.
I could never have before,
even if you were the ones that cause it,
and in reverse.
The silent jokes we share,
The get to gathers,
always brought us closer, in a suffocating way.
Even when some you live so far away.
I love how you are,
yourselves.
Not program robots or aliens…
well I hope not.
I tolerate the foolishness,
from simple pranks to involvements with the police.
You are the devilish demons that should,
not be seen or heard.
Please don’t take that to heart.
I’ll take the family name with pride,
please, don’t give me second thoughts.
I’ll put all the…mind throbbing, hair pulling, theater screaming drama aside.
Despite all,
I’ll always love you.
As much as teenager would.
Taking in all the dramatic events,
from the caring to the hating to the just sheer confusion.
The fear of it repeating still makes me shiver.
Gritting my teeth when others are near,
praying inside you guys will act normal.
On the biggest days of life to come,
from home, the park, school, arcade, and many more others to come,
the fun won’t be forgotten.
Tries as I might, they’ll be there.
Deep down I would never trade in any of it,
no matter how many attempts I might make.
The memories this family has made,
I’ll treasure them like a mix bag of
sweet and sour candy.
To the family,
thanks for being there,
making my life worth having.

At first glance, you see a spilled mess of paint on a canvas,
Your left to ponder on it forever.
There could be a clown or a mime coming out of its shell,
Or not.

Brain runs likes a rat maze will no exit,
Leave not only me confuse.
Words are said as a light breeze or a twister,
Be ready for any kind of weather.

A lone wolf is in disguised to blend with any pack,
Whatever it takes to survive.
Moods are as a unknown, unstraight, rainbow with many shapes and colors.
The cops could never blame a baby with a machete.

A one legged chicken got’s better balance then me.
And a  fish’s memory puts me to shame.
Einstein is hiding behind a stoner.

The couch potato can be the next all-star.
Angel and devil skip town for me to fend on my own,
That road of life just got more harder then before.

I can’t always be the white sheep of the family.
This book is not the purest to read right a way,
Pace yourself in the future.

Monet lied saying my dot was in that painting,
Leaving stupid and danger as a snack for me.

This paper heart has no chance against that typhoon,
Sharp glass is on my road of life with each step on bare feet.
Caution must be taken.

The volcano can blow at any moment with no warning,
Love to me, is like being shot or watching the Titanic sink.

Fragile as China wear, a charging bull stands to protect,
When the future life comes to play,
The turtle will lay back with an umbrella drink,
No point in messing with a bunch of psycho hares.

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A crushing blow.
Always strikes the heart,
Taking all but what hurts.

The pain never dies, just lingers.
Hidden under lies of,
Painlessly endless blow.

Hide under with a carefree flow.
Secrets will fester and rot like a corpse,
Wasting everything but what hurts.

An eternal nuisance that will last til death.
Desiring for an ending,
Of this bitter blow.

Souls praying for a new rebirth.
Away from all this hate,
To feel free from all that hurts.

But it could be to late!
To end all this!
A suppurate blow,
To imprison all that hurts.

Outside of my house
The sun up high and a blaze.

My coffee cup rested in my hands
I take a slip, its lukewarm.

I glance out the window, seeing children having fun.

One shredding on a skateboard, looked worn from all the grinding he done,
A small girl swing under a willow tree, a lollipop held tightly in her hand,
Other kids play near a mud puddle made from yesterday’s rain, one drown a toy school bus and just smile at the results.

It seem like a normal day,
Not a hitch was seen or heard.

Even the men cross the street playing cards on the porch, one with a bushy mustache won another hand it seem, others just shot him looks of displease meant,
A small aquarium set a side of their game, filled to the brim with cigars from the hours they have been playing at.

A small town like this can be so boring, why on earth did I ever more here,
I still had two or so large, cardboard boxes to unpack and sort,
Bitter lukewarm coffee didn’t even break my train of thought.

My reflections of this lame town shatter as a fire truck,
Zoomed pass my house in such speed.

Down the road, where a single aging woman lived,
I overheard she grows sun flowers in her backyard during the hot seasons.

Without missing a beat, I rush out in my pjs,
Seeing flames taking hold of the bitty old woman’s home,
Her mail box and outer-line of her lawn were the only things untouched by the fire.

The flames were soon put out, the corpse of the aging woman was nothing but bones and soot,
parts still fresh, little bits of eyebrows and skin linger on the bony face,
As the men carried the body out of the burn house,
Her face shown fearfulness of what happen before her unspecified death.

A day like this just doesn’t happen out of nowhere,
Little Buffalo had its surprises, I can only imagine what could happen next.

“This is something you don’t have to do.”

“But I want to?”

“Why?” The other then added. “Give me a reason.”

“I don’t have to.”

“Yeah, you do.” The tone was steady. “You have any idea what your getting yourself into.”

“I want to be cool.”

“This isn’t the answer and I know you know that.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“I know you like the back of my hand, that’s what happens when your family.”

“Like, you, ever gave a damn about me!” There was more force then the last. “You give me one time, just one.”

“The day you hurt your leg; I took you all the way to the doctor’s. When you got dump more then once, I was there for you, even when I never once dated to know what it feels like.”

“That’s because you’re a prude.”

“Well that’s my choice and I’ll deal with it.” Pointing a bony finger to the other. “Your another story.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, one that has no plot, its dull, no beginning, middle, and sadly no great ending if you do this.”

“As you said, its my choice.”

“Yes, but it’s a choice I don’t like.”

“Tough.”

Slap to the face, the hand stung becuase of it, just as much as the face did. “Your ‘toughness’ only makes you weaker. Don’t do it.”

The other rub his face. “I’m doing no matter what.” The adding. “So back off bitch!”

The other stayed quiet this time.

“What no prideful words this time?”

“Why would I? Or should I?” Ready to leave and look like to never come back. “Maybe time alone will be good for you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This…choice, will make you alone. So go ahead and do it.”

“I will.”

“I wouldn’t be when you fall and crying to love again.”

“I don’t need your love or anyone else.”

“Then I’ll see you next time, try to live that long.”

“Weren’t you leaving now.”

And the other was gone, leaving the other behind. A sudden chill hit him and hard, the darkness was strong. He felt alone and it hurt a bit.

“What have I done?”

The finally word he heard out of nowhere before his world was gone. “You made your choice, aren’t you happy for it?”

A dull voice called out. “No.”