T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

“Today’s project of the day”
Ears open, ready to listen
Teacher tells without fail
“Make a poetic story and be the teller”
Pencils stutter to make words
Brains are turning
Like hamster wheels
Heavy glares bestowed
On their poor papers
We’re minutes away
For the class to end
Those gazes become more fierce by then
The papers are still blank
The bell rings
Students rush out
As if on fire
The hamster wheels are still going
To get it done
Day by day
The papers are becoming full
Their given it their all
That ball of thoughts has begun to roll
Before they know it
Due day is finally here
Not sure of what’s to come
Yet I know they’re going to do great
I’ll give my silent applause
For they gave it their all
To a mind-ripping project
They have surpassed it
without fail
I know they could
Even with heated glares

There was once a saying way in the dark lands of the passed world. The world divided and kept in balance by Yin and Yang. Yet an unknown source broke it and sent the world into a twisted fate. From the depths of the underworld a Lucifer’s child was taken to the world above. Away from its hellish home. Raised to be something it was never meant to be. It’s a fable that has never been solved. Until now.

“What child of Lucifer was taken, grandma?” A little sick child asked as he laid in bed.

“A cat, my child.” She answered back, dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth.

“Why a cat?”

A very good question. Why a cat? Simple my child, the cat is known for all its evilness, the reason for the yin and a dog is known for its goodness as yang. They balance one another. And it was a angelic-demonic dog that stole the cat. For it was told that the cat would one day send the world in endless wickedness. It was a prophecy that had to be stop. And there was only one way to do that.

“How did the dog stop it and about Lucifer?”

“I’m going to tell you.”

Lucifer sent his warriors, the Rains of Fire to fine it. It lasted for about 6,000 years. It was a endless hunt. In fear that they would soon fine the little beast was getting close. It was when the dog’s head leader Zo, the winged wolf had to buy time for the demon to turn good. His warriors the Water Healers would do the job justice after only 2,000 years later. The endless hunt…became the endless war.

“Lucifer made war, but about the dog? Grandma?”

“Relax, I’m getting there.”

It was when the land was at its peak of glory. But it all stopped when in a village a curse would be place on a man and his wife someday. No one knew how it happened. Yet it did. To the humans, they didn’t know that the dog who’s given name was Batu named by his loyalty and it was his loyalty to protect the humans. The choice were not really his to make. As he ask the Great Forest serpent, Dekel, to form the cat demon into a tiny apple seed for the family’s wife to eat by accident and hid it from Lucifer all seeing eyes. The plan work but knowing how long was very undefined.

Months ticked by for the wife to show she was with child. Both her and husband were very pleased for this as they never thought this would happen and soon the mother gave birth. An inhuman infant and yet the woman and her husband raised it like any other parents would for a child. It was a perfect ending for this family. Yet it all changed when the Rains of Fire attack.

“Did they find it?”

The village was set a blaze in flames. Less then a handful of villagers lived through their invasion. All of Lucifer’s underlings looked and looked. One headed to the house of the man and his wife. The man did his best to keep the intruder out. He was soon beheaded, his blood covered the walls of the house. The wife was hiding under the house’s cellar with the infant in her arms. They were found not long later. The wife was killed just as her husband and so was Lucifer’s underling.

“How?”

“It’s a saying that the cat had untold powers. If anyone got hold of them, it would have been as if you had the world in the palm of your hands.”

“The baby demon saved itself?”

“Yes, using it powers of good, the underling was killed by his own hands from the pure soul of the demon child.”

“But the cat was from hell, right? How could the powers be good?”

“Because the goodness the demon got from the humans made it that way.”

“Ok, then what happen after the madness?”

“Zo’s warriors came.”

The very war began once more as it always had. Leaving the Rains of Fires to run with no wins. The Water Healers saved what they could. Including the cat. Yet, to them this cat demon was not like the stories they were told of what the sinner’s offspring looked like. The fur was not black as night but white as snow. Eyes of blood were blackish-blue as the sky. Evil nature was not shown but the loneliness of a babe who was alone and without love. They took it to a safe haven as it was just like a human itself.

Over time, the cat demon grew and grew. Away from all dangers and taught to protect itself. The people of the haven thought of the demon as a blessing with the healing powers and careness it gave.

“The cat could heal people? With what?”

“Its tears. Sadness and fear it is what makes others stronger in life, a feeling to live life to the fullest. That’s what the cat gave them. Reason to live.”

“Did Lucifer ever get the cat back?”

It was on the 18th year of the cat’s life when Lucifer’s dark angel dwellers found the haven. In battle to take back was their’s, since from the beginning of time. One fighter named Hiroto of the Water Healers did not give up so easily. In rumor that was told it that Hiroto cared very much for the cat demon and wanted no harm to be brought onto it. His love for the cat demon was what saved her.

“The cat monster was a girl?”

“I never told you that?”

“Grandma.”

Hiroto gave his very life for her, the cat demon. Yet, she would not want Hiroto to die and heal him with the last she of her magic was given to him, before Lucifer drain her of her powers. Leaving him to live and her to slowly die. Hiroto beg Zo to let her live. Zo may have been a wolf but that didn’t make him a heartless one. But there was a bargain to make. Hiroto would have to give something of his to let her live. He selected his immortality. It was a bargain that seem fit. As they both had lost immortality unselfishly. They would both live and die when it was time.

“Did they have a good life together?” As he finally closed his eyes to sleep.

“What do you think?” The grandmother said with a smile, ready to leave the room. “You are their great-great grandson, Hiro Feline.”

“I’ll be right back.” Waiting for no response, rushed up the stairs. Away in his room.

“That was stupid.” Pop a voice.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I have the right.”

“Not with them around.” The anger was low, but forceful. “Only…”

“I only did it, because it’s the truth.”

“They’re not ready.”

“Liar.”

“No, I’m not. You’re just pushy.”

“Yes you are, and this is was for…”

“Shut up!” Coving his mouth in shock, hoping that down stairs no one heard it. Nothing.

“Smooth, bro.”

Taking a deep breath, trying to keep the slightest calmness alive. It was not working.

“Why do you do that to yourself?” Asking out of the blue.

“Why do you keep pestering?” Snapping back.

“As your sister, I do have right to pester.”

“You mean, as a pain, you have the right to make look like a weirdo. Huh, sister?”

“They need to know, what your doing to yourslef.”

“Its my life.”

“You’re my family.” Shooting back. “The only one I have left.”

“I won’t end up like them or you.” He stated to most likely himself, seeing the other wouldn’t listen.

“Car crashes are different then…”

A knock at the door.

Sister was gone, her sibling was alone once more in room. His mind with only one side.

“Yes.” Calling almost to silence. The door open.

“You okay?”

Laughing a bit nervelessly. “Yeah, just talking to myself.” Like an idiot, that part to himself.

“You mean to her, Tess?”

He only nodded.

“What did she need?”

“Nothing.” A lie.

“Don’t lie, once you do…”

“Its short skirts and girl talk.” He said with an eye-roll.

“Max, have you been…”

“I’m taking it, don’t worry.” Giving a weak smile. “I’ll heal.”

“Tess would want you too.”

“Its just hard.” Then adding. “I want her gone but I just can’t.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time.” And started for the door.

“Tess told me, I should tell them.” Fallowing after.

“That’s your choice, Max.”

Reaching the living room, continuing the club meeting. Max’s friend not missing when he glace over to the fireplace. Where three urns rested. Each engraved with a name: ‘Charles’, ‘Katrina’, and the last one was ‘Tess’.

“Let’s get back to where we were.” The club member leader said.

“Try not to bore us, again.” Max fake a grin, pissing off his cousin. When he was really hiding what happen before. Thinking if he should or not.

I never knew how it came true, but here you are out of the blue.
Lips so red, as the sea of the dead.
I pray up above, for ones love.
Here you are, after my heart.
You brought so much pain, I counted on you Jane!
You took me to hell, I only wanted you Bell!
The burn of (love (Repeat 3x)), does not come from (above (Repeat 3x))
You hurt me, just through me out to sea!
You called me a cheater and liar!
Girl! You’d set my heart on Fire!
I only wanted you, baby.
Its true, baby.
The demon girl from hell, goes by the name Jane Bell!
I would any for you, its only true!
Baby, Please! (Repeat 3x)
Take this with ease.
Don’t take me as a fool, I won’t be your tool.
The love we had, was off more then a tad.
Jane! Take away the (pain! (3x))
Away!
Just like the summer’s rain!
The burn of (love (3x)), can’t be from (above (3x)).
I love you!
Jane Bell, I ask for one thing.
For you to know, I can’t be your king.
Jane Bell!
Go back to Hell!

What do you get when you mix a seven year old, a mother and her wacky friends, a blast of roller coasters and endless fun, ending with killed joy cops. What kind of memory is that? The answer would be; one you can’t forget.

No matter how hard you try.

It was during summer brake, a few weeks before my birthday. Mom took me to see some of her buddies. Before we lost contact with them, they were always a ball of fun. Especially Mike. A forty-some year old man with a mind of mischievous twelve year old. I know, not some one a child should hang out with. But for a moment he was like the father I never had.

Any father would have never let their kid ride a roller coaster by themselves. Not Mike, but to keep my mouth shut about it. I got toys out of it. Hey, I was a simple seven year old. I still have that blue dolphin he won for me, from back then. I kept it, only because it’s a reminder of a man I called ‘dad’ of the best time I had. I only regret what I did with later.

It was getting close to dark, and Mike and I were getting groceries after mom called from Mike’s apartment saying he was low on food, because his buddies were ‘robbing’ him of his goods. We had a slight delay when there were cops waiting outside for us.

Those blue and reds and the sirens sounds are still fresh in mind. Recall when I said I would regret what I would do to that stuff dolphin. Yeah, throw it like a football right at the cop that was giving Mike a hard time. Right at his left shoulder. I was pleased with it, not Mike. He look like he crape his pants when I did that. I didn’t know back then that was called assaulted. I know that now.

Staying at the police joint was not really that fun. I waited until it was like two in the morning for my grandparents to pick me up. But the cops tried to save me from dying of boredom by giving me a tour of the place. I got to see a electric chair. They won’t let sit in it.

I think it was because of the whole ‘dolphin’ thing. I didn’t know electric chairs were bad back then. I got free donuts to forget the whole electric chair thing. I let it slide, but I’ll be ready for it next time.

Going back when the old people finally picked me up. My whole concern was going on where the heck mom was. Seven year olds don’t believe in jails are meant for moms or dads. I waited for about almost a week to see mom again. As she was with me, waiting to come home. She said was falsely accused charges. I pray for that not to repeat again.

I don’t how that made the biggest impact on me. Its just a memory I can remember so well without really trying. Maybe something to keep me from myself from going to jail. I know I would hate from the stories other family members said of their past times. Its no picnic. I’ll keep that in mind.

The End

The plains are clear tonight. Not even a cricket dare made a sound. A small breezes bit my face. Is the country side really like this? The quietness is starting to get to me. I miss the city, I want to go home.

“This is our home, sweety.” Must have said that out loud, for this old man to hear.

“Go away.” I called out, to the thing I called father. “I don’t want to speak to you at this moment.”

“I know your mad about this move…”

“Mad is no where close to what I feel right now.” I cut him off, before adding. “Why did you have to quit?”

“Because I found out about one of children is causing trouble.” He took a deep sigh. “Its not easy for a single father like me to handle something like this alone.”

I know where this was going. But I didn’t say anything. He calls out, I zone out.

“Samantha, until everything is clear out with the police; this is our home.” Its sounds like a dull muffled from his voice. “A new beginning, make something out of it.” What is he, an infomercial?

“To many soap operas, dad.” I call back to him, this man has to lay off the ‘Dr. Phil’ and ‘Oprah’. Its turning his brain to mush.

“I thought you weren’t going to talk to me.” I could almost feel that grin of victory on him. He knows I can’t stay mad forever.

I soon hear his steps go farther away, he was going to leave everything like this.

“Dad.” I turn to him, half way through the screen door. “Cale’s going to be ok, right? They’re not going to take him away.”

“When the police get the whole story, we’ll see.”

And I was alone, once more. God, now I’m mad again. First the move, now about my douche of a brother. What the heck was he thinking? I’m twelve and I know fighting is bad.

But I don’t get that he was doing?

Recalling back, to that cop who loved one to many doughnuts, in his one size to small desk asking me questions. One that threw me in a fast pitch of ‘huh’, was if Cale own a lab. When did Cale become a science nerd, the douche could barely pass the third grade reading WASL.

And yet, for him for being a ‘lab nerd’, we had to move. I had to leave my pride and joy. The city was my everything. Its where all my friends were.

Thanks to Cale the eye-sore, its all gone. I hate him for being a light-sleeper right now.

A beat-up hearse drives by the house, its dying motor backfires, breaks my rant of ending the life of my idiot brother.

Seeing it, I could feel my face go pale.

Flashbacks of a time where a little girl named Samantha Jones saw her mother being taking away to the cemetery. It was the crack of this fragile family to break. Later adding, Cal’s stupidness and dad’s long over work hours were the final bomb shell. Making the family edge near unhappiness.

Mom, I miss you.

“Samie, dinner time!” Cale’s voice howled for me, only to turn to see his black and blue face, all from the screen door. The bruises were slowly turning yellow.

Seeing his face, I know I can worry for this dork.

“Coming.” And with lead-feet walk back inside where the broke family awaited for me. Eating as if the whole mayhem from before never happen.

Mom, are you seeing this from heaven? That your bit… son, heart broken daughter, and weak husband are in trouble. Ask god up there to help us. Cale is an idiot, yes, but I don’t want lose him.

“Amen.” Father said after his say of prays, we began to eat in a joyless, ominous silence.

The world is nothing but a load of shit. Its smells cross from state to state, nation to nation. To the point, all we know are lies. Leaving us hurt, scared, scared, broken, and in pain. We know nothing of how it happens or it ends. We carry the scars to the end. Remembering who did it, never knowing if they’ll pay, always know that they won.

The bloody scars are fresh as dew to the grass. Dripping to spread through the land, leak into the oceans worst times. Hear the cries as the blades come down. No sound will cover it, it will always be fresh and clear. We all expire like old milk. Tears will never wash it away. Rubbing raw will only make it worse. What will make it go away?

The pain, is strong. Stronger then a earthquake. Shakes us to the core, til we are nothing. The tip of our fingers, feel the cold. Its death, and he’s ready. Come to take what is left of our souls. Coke what makes us human. Silence those who dare fight back. It’s a war we can’t win, no point in trying.

We all live, we all die. We can’t be what can in the end, theses scars tell us so. What is the point if we can’t see the end. But is the end? A crash from a airplane, a boom from a bomb, a shot of gun, a slice from a blade, a ram from a car, the coke of a love one. How, when, where, and why? We have done nothing wrong!

How are we the bad ones? When did they chose this? Where will it be to die? And why was it I?
The heart beat fast, not knowing the answer. Give the answer, before death comes. He comes silence, I need it fast. He’ll take us all, help you bastard!

Wait, what was that? The room is dark, I can’t move. Its cold again. I can see only white breath. I see the shine of a blade. Curved to the touch. A bony hand glows low as it called me closer. I made no move. I refuse to be next. I choice not to die. Not by him. I’ll use my own blade to make thy scars. Its my choice. Its my life to the end. My bloody scars will only be made my I. No once can do that. I laugh at danger, even when I lived for only for a short time. Good-bye.

The End

B is for the Birth of a new day we made, even if one did not want it

L is for the Line that we crosse to make life a real deal, wipe that smirk off your face

O is for the Origin we came from to find the same road of life, we are the same

O is for the Other choice we could have done, but we are not killers

D is for the Decaying from the flesh that falls from the bones, we lost what we had as a happy family

L is for the Languish I have gone through dealing with, your face makes me sick

O is for the Opportunity when I can finally leave you behind, I’ll take no more of you beating

N is for the Nothingness you have cased over my eyes, now is finally I see my light

G is for the Generous I will feel when I walk out that door, with only a smile on my face

G is for the Gilt in your eyes, the same one when we met under the stars

O is for the Obvious that we are meant to be together, I know that for sure

L is for the Love that still grows when we are close, can’t you feel it

D is for the Desired to make this moment be more, your lips say no but your eyes say yes

E is for the Empower we give to each other, its what’s make our hearts beat

N is for the Never ending story we will make, I see no end to it do you

Enlighten the eyes,
Spark them wide with awe,
Woo them into succumb.

Be something not as them,
For something as mirror moments,
Is lack of needing anymore!

Bring them to their needs,
For it’s something they want,
And remember!

It’s has to be something,
Different!

A strange word it is,
But it is something,
That can be very welcome!

Listen well,
New apprentices,
It has to be done.

Fear little of what bad mouth makers say,
Sure it comes of here and there,
And can they be right,
But that doesn’t come close,
In recounting you!

If anything,
It can recount to improve,
And have the contravene,
Go away.

Even for just a moment,
To do so,
Having the trivial says of a well done job,
In the end,
Is the sweetest day of victory!

No matter how small it came out,
To be!

And what a victory they come,
To have all the better,
And hold near,
And dare make the next one,
All the best there can be.

All you have to do,
Is prove you have way,
To be different!

Tick-Tock, the clocks slows to a stop

For a moment the past comes come, time fly so fast

Seconds…Minutes…Hours…Days…Weeks…Months…Years, time has gone by so fast

You stand there without even knowing, time go’s by in a flash

One moment you alive, and next your cold as death

Time go’s by without a thought in mind, not stopping for anything

The hands move to number to number, as if saying the time is coming

For what, what are the hands of father time really saying

Should we be scared…happy…worry, what should the feeling be when clock go’s on and on

Time go’s by as we sit and wait, until we’re nothing but dust blowing in the wind