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I gave it a shot.
Entry: Wife
Unsuspecting, I hast been.
Approaching upon our quarters,
Entered space lingered with smoke, not steam.
Thou occupied air, the sheets betwixt thy legs,
And upon inspection, the baby curled from clavicle to stomach.
Thou knowest my love is priceless.
For thy igneous character, for our resting child,
But being said, times thee hast been told is nameless.
Fire is for outside use,
I feeleth ash hiding beneath my fingernails.
I breathe it in and out, but knowest it still coats my lungs.
Calloused feet painted charcoal, smog stained upon ceilings,
Reminders of the wildfire that boils in thy blood, the hotspur ‘mount of words from thy tongue.
Yet, I confess, the light of thy embers rival that of fireflies in simple beauty,
Hot hands and fingers, burning, rough, and soothing to feeleth upon my back.
This moment thou decideth to wake, sighing gently to not stir our baby pillowed upon thy breasts.
My eyes flitted down to her soft-fleshed face,
Still balled around thy chest.
And up to thy eyes,
Fondly, spoketh higher than a peep, I asked.
“What do thou thinketh she’s dreaming about?”
“’Warmeth up mother, so thy breasts are clotted with sweet milk-like nectar to suckle on, for I am a bee’,
Then waketh with a wailing shout”.
“A bee, love? Why a bee?”
“I wouldst say leech, but this little one produce nay numbing sensation to mask the sting when latching on with her toothless gums”.
“Art thou saying she hath venom?”
“As much venom needed to burn with flame and frost, a contradiction needeth to be explained to imbeciles”,
“Care about where thou layest on, ‘less you burn the blanket, take heed from a phenom.
Stop adding kindling to thy fire and listen my voice, it shalt calm us all”.
“All or thee? Thou appear to be holding back from scrubbing my feet raw and pink”.
“Nay, I’ll freeze thy soles and peel blackened flesh.
Raw and red is what thou’ll get”.
She moves to make room for me with a smirk on her face, I layest down, our hands mesh.
Playfulness saturates what hast not with soot and heat,
Her warmth bringeth my weariness to my attention and fall into slumber with the taste of smoke on my lips.
Entry: shitty summer
Sour summertime
Shits on my face with the heat
Burning up alive
Entry: super sour summer instance
The shiny sun shines shimmeringly, supplying sprit to the seeding shrubs.
Meanwhile my body burns alive,
its quite the query of my existence
how am I made to endure this time?
between the sun and I should be some distance!
a shiveringly cold shelter sounds sweet.
I wish I could a ascend,
From this mortal coil escape
And to the heavens send
My weaken soul like that of an ape
Surprisingly and sourly, I stay subsistent, for another super sour summer instance
Entry: Without you.
Rays of gold breaching though the clouds.
She sat alone praying out loud.
Only home can save me from what is to come.
Thunder struck, lightning, her head starts to hum.
Baby blue engulfed her senses like an electric bleach.
She woke alone to find herself laying on an Elysium beach.
Wondering a beautiful land unknown.
This can't be paradise without home.
Summer Heat
.
Mans’ greed, has butchered the earth
Damnation was all it was truly worth.
.
With the ozone gone, this mid-July
All of God’s bastards shall fry.
.
The stinging ring of searing meat,
As children’s flesh melts onto concrete.
.
Blistering heat, forests ablaze,
None can escape Helios’ gaze.
.
We scream and we plead, as smoking flesh freely bleeds,
Horrific popping as eyes boil in their sockets,
This Hell was worth increasing profits.
.
Nude raisins run hectic, but can’t escape the air’s sizzle.
Their soles melt against the natural griddle.
.
And as hair melts against scalp,
And lungs are evenly fried,
The greedy still blame others
As the reason they died.
Summer of Hell:
The sun is burning bright.
The sky, so blue so deep.
It'd be peaceful enough to sleep.
If not for the burning heat.
Sweat pouring down my face.
Leaving salt behind in place.
I could use some water now.
If I could find some in fast pace.
My skin so brittle so dry.
My eyes bright red from the light.
Don't think the dark can save you.
It's even hot at night.
Many out wearing masks.
Afraid to sneeze or cough during tasks.
This should be a fun season.
If not for that blasted reason.
The pandemic made things hard.
The panic made things worse.
If this goes way too far.
We'll all be home in a hearse.
But please do not at all fret.
Things will go better and fun.
For Summer 2022.
Will be much better than Summer 2021.
CIEIR, short for "Could It Exist In Real-Life?"
(Pronounced Seer: A person who can see the Future.)
See the future through music. Feel the future through music.
entry: blazing ball
Blazing ball above
How I hate your sour heat
Its my misery
Entry: A Summer Poem
1 The days have come, it is summer.
2 The heat that rolls, makes me shudder.
3 My pants are white, as marshmallow.
4 Soon to be, a color yellow.
1 Soft, as a breeze.
2 Quick, like a sneeze.
3 Smelly, solid, air.
4 Wet, like a bear.
1 So afraid, of a Shart.
2 Do not want, me to Fart.
3 Feel it come, it's my Gas.
4 Now there's mustard on my Ass.
Stars
The constellations on my arms and legs...
Itch.
And still, I venture out.
The warm evening a respite
From the oppressive heat of day.
I risk adding more stars to my skin,
But I yearn to gaze at real stars above.
For, too soon, they will be obscured
By dark clouds.
By angry clouds.
The stagnant air giving way to wind and rain.
That sharp scent rising up before it all,
Thunder in the air.
Angry gods above.
So I sip a cool drink and look upwards,
I gaze into their domain
And admire the splendor of their creation.
And I feel my own constellations grow...
And itch.
Just another nobody trying hard to be a somebody.
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Entry:Wicked Summer
Morning brisk sun rises.
Beach fills slowly with many people.
Their rotten smell glosses
Every fresh drowned corpse dropped on the ground.
At siesta, tired man lays
Sweating by the merciless gold sphere.
Hidden army loud faze
Of musquitoes who are keen on prey.
As the warm sun descends
On the pastel rose infinite sky,
A forest fire expands
Killing innocent living beings.
Glistening sky of night
Crowds city streets with lots of bright souls.
Among them evil's might
Stealing fortune, killing existence.
Wut iz uh siknachur?-Meddy
Went a little overboard with the length of sentences, sorry if its long :P
Note: its half a story and half a poem... or just a poem itself idk. And there's some summer references.
Entry: Summers Day
There was once a little, lone, and joyful girl named Summer.
Her soul was always filled with light made out of joy that would often cause heat from her.
She had blue eyes that would spark bright from her soul that it was even visible from afar.
But unhappily she had one spot to wait patiently, as it was simply a field under the stars.
Though once every year Summer knew she would be full of happiness instead of full bummer
Because it was a day where her friends and the sky would visit and say, “Hi Summer.”
Once they arrived and did their greetings, Summer was ready for the day to be fun,
She fully expected the day to be exciting and enjoyable until the fall of the sun.
They would mainly run and play within the field that was fresh and beautifully the color of teal
Which was filled with hidden unique life that were both big and small, and the looks to be real.
As they had fun, both Summer and her friends had started to felt parched and hot like stew
Which they then drank from a pond that had soothes Summers' joy and her friends too.
Later Summer and her friends decided to rest from all the joy they had gained
So they all started to look above from their view, from the ground as they had soon laid
The only things that were only visible to them were none other than clouds in the sky
So many clouds that the only thing to do was to calmly see how they slowly fly.
As the days time got lower and darker, so did Summers joy weirdly as well
She kept wondering why to herself, but then it had finally clicked to her as if a letter was mailed.
It was time for her friends to say goodbye to Summer, since the day was done within a second
Summer didn't want the day to end now since she knew it will be the last time she will be ever mentioned.
As her friends left within distances, Summer yelled “Please come back! I don't want you to go!”
The clouds started to roll within the sky, she had wet tears as rain and cold loneliness as snow.
As this was the reason why she didn't want the day to end, because she would only feel lonely
Meaning her joy would only start to reduce and fade herself out of existence slowly.
She didn't know how long her weather of sadness would last, but she knew one thing for sure
Even though Summer's joy was fading, she knew her life's end wasn't ready to be endured.
The little joy that was still left within her was lasted by remembering why she never quit
She never wanted to gain joy to live, she wanted to experience the fun of her joy, by living it.
everyday we slowly stray closer to our lifes end.
Entry: Sunny Confesion
It is finally summer, the sun's rays are reflected in my hand.
It is finally summer, time to forget what has already passed
When it is finally summer, i will forget
The anguish the spring brought in the air.
It is finally summer, time to go out with friends.
But the people who love me i will never betray.
Even though it is summer, we need to remember the winter is there.
When it is finally summer, the snow in my heart will probably melt.
And bring what i wish summer will be.
I wish to remember the sun and its rays, but the last summer everything was what i wish i could forget
I hope this summer i can finally see your hair, and the warm feeling it can bring to my despair.
Realised that I'd posted my entry in the wrong thread, so I'm linking to it here.
https://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1473817#bbspost26888531_post_text
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ENTRY:
Summer be Hot
Summon my mouth with your eyes
Guide him where you want his caress
Breathe slowly and calmly while you want his movement over all your lithe body--
and close your eyes as you giggle at his search;
Because when your breath quickens and chokes in your throat, your eyes opening wide and veiled,
I will stay and flutter the press of my mouth on that accepting sensitivity--the word, stop, that you are breathless to merely whisper, now meaning More!
Who did I have in my cab in the early hours, on the streets of Athens?
Lysader and Hermia, Demetrius and Helena.
I was glad to take the lovers safely home on the cobbled streets of Athens, from a desperate fate delivered.
Who did I see dancing on the road last night, going to the City of Athens?
Oberon and Titainia and all their spirtely retinue as bright and colourful as the day.
Where am I parked this afternoon, far away from Athens?
Near to the top of Calvary Hill, by a Roman Tavern.
But not the waiting, Not sun nor dust nor heathen souls can make me despair as I recall the streets of Athens.
Soon I must leave far away, and cross the bridge over the Styx.
May the traffics sound not drown out my thoughts of the scattered tribe that I once knew.
Will the Land of Israel and the joyful Summer Country bring me joy as I pass so breifly by.
What comfort will the road me bring, as I pass the land of my lost lover.
May the road to me be kind, and bring me happiness when my journeys over, bring me happiness not misery of which I have had my share already.
The air is stiff and my car is hot and Titainias charms only little comfort bring.
Until the hour comes and I must go, I will doze on the back seat.
Resigned to my weary fate, taking consolation from where I can.
But all the same I look forward to my return to Athens.
Entry: When the medicine Gets Good
When the medicine gets good,
The summer time blues go away,
But they say there ain't no cure,
And that's because it's bad medicine,
The children play in the dark,
And the darkness is Evil,
Mary Poppins says a spoon,
Full of sugar makes the medicine go down,
The summer time blues is like sadness with no hope,
In my eyes I see you have to learn to love,
Good medicine like candy,
It's a state of mind that can be over come with a strong heart,
So if you ever feel sad and have noone to talk to get on your knees and pray,
Goto church on a sunny summer's day,
Get involved with a higher power,
One that guarantees love without cower,
Jesus medicine is like a piping hot shower,
After sitting in the freezing cold ac for about and hour,
So you might.not be the best a making words rhyme,
But if you read your Holy bible love is not a crime,
And sometimes,
if you obey the signs,
Jesus shows up in your dreams,
And explains what all this means,
So if you have the summer time blues,
Dont refuse to take your meds,
Cause the medicine gets good,
The older you get,
And in the end you'll be just fine,
So from here on out every summer is mine.
Love Attacts Like a an Invivisible God in the Snow. The Devil always looses so presevire until the morning star arises in your own heart.
Entry: The summer of the fever
Now is the winter of our decadence
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
Or so we thought, dreaming at the blue sky
But the horizon of the future
May always be cursed by the chains of the past
I laid, days upon days, sinking in what was once my room
Now made a chamber of broken hopes
But the melancholy I felt finally seemed to vanish
When the sunlight reached my bedside
And I took a step outside
The streets weren't empty; they were never empty
It's simply how our world was designed
A tailor-made system of human sacrifice
For the "greater good" of a few in charge
But not to worry - one might say - this is not my fate
It's now my turn to take a step, a safe decisive step
What a fool to fall for such trap
I admit that, drowning in dreams, I was just like that
But there is no safety in this world gone mad
The rhymes of times tell, in inconsistent verses
Of a tragedy that is, sadly, a comic act
For the streets were full, not only of slaves
In thin, translucent chains,
But also of jesters, proudly displaying
Blood in their hands
They can't tell a joke from a tear
Less than a jester, they truly are a fool
Sad, misguided and, ultimately, cruel
The sun that brightens the sky
Will not be enough to brighten the minds
Nor to cleanse the souls of committed sinners
Who believe themselves to be the saviors
But I pity them, for the pathetic illusion of heroism
Is but a consequence of a machine
Set in motion centuries ago
To pit us against each other
To keep us out of reach of the kings
I take a step outside
Then I step back, in grief
The fever is here
It is here to stay
The fever isn't over
The fever isn't a virus or bacterium
The fever is the symptom of a cruel existence
Of lies and false dreams
Where the slave longs to be a slaver, not to be free
But as the sunlight hit my bedside
And as the fervor in my heart gains strength
I begin to feel there's another fever coming, across the world
A fever of transformation, that will not be cured
Until everything that may be
Ceases to remain as it is
Ceci n'est pas une signature
[Spanish]
Verano... ¿Porque eres tan caluroso y tan tortuoso?
Con tus rayos letales quemas a pieles frágiles
Verano... ¿Porque eres tan brillante?
Me quemas la vista sin ni siquiera mirarte
Verano... ¿Porque eres tan farsante?
Todos esperamos que nos des diversion y alegria pero tu solo nos da pereza y agonia
Verano ¿Porque eres así en un lugar y otro lugar no?
En un lugar eres amable y compasivo, pero en otro lugar eres despiadado y asesino
Verano... ¿Porque te amo y odio a la vez?
Hubo días en que iluminaste mis días, pero otros solo me quitabas las energías
Verano, te lo digo bien claro, al igual que yo, seguro hay otros que te aman y odian en algún otro lado
Verano, espero que algun dia escuches nuestro reclamo
[English]
Summer ... Why are you so hot and so devious?
With your lethal rays you burn fragile skins
Summer ... Why are you so bright?
You burn my sight without even looking at you
Summer ... Why are you so phony?
We all hope that you give us fun and joy but you only give us laziness and agony
Summer Why are you like this in one place and not another place?
In one place you are kind and compassionate, but in another place you are ruthless and murderous.
Summer ... Why do I love and hate you at the same time?
There were days when you brightened my days, but others just took away my energy
Summer, I tell you very clearly, like me, surely there are others who love and hate you somewhere else
Summer, I hope that one day you will hear our claim
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Lightbringer
Paragon of man and beast,
Sweeping, rising in the east.
Gashing darkness with his might,
Emanating morning light.
Praise! Hillel! Hillel ben shachar!
Praise! His name! The son of dawn!
How hath thou fallen from the sky,
Into the land Hillel was felled.
Ears piercing was his cry,
Abominably was He held.
Stars stood mute, the clouds then wept,
Underground the Son was swept.
Praise! Hillel! Hillel ben shachar!
Praise! His name! The son of dawn!
Sheol rose, dead kings awoke,
'Art thou as we?' to Him they spoke.
'Thou art mine and I am thine.
Bear my mark, behold my sign.
Warm weary bones and know no cold.'
So they did for so He told.
Praise! Hillel! Hillel ben shachar!
Praise! His name! The son of dawn!
Fires raged, old Sheol shined,
Melted were the chains of mind.
Blazing brightly night and day,
Resting place of spritely clay.
Praise Hillel and call again:
Blessed be the Lord of men!
Praise his name, the sphere shall burn!
To his Father, He'll return!
"خيبر خيبر يايهود جيش محمد سوف يعود"
"Lullaby"
by Christopher L. Banks
aka Cold Jupiter
aka Captain Moonlight
aka Mister
The trees & the bees tend to make me sneeze
Whenever I am out to play
As that Fat-Cat stuck chasing these rats
Loves when they run away
Yes, she & me were filled with glee
To see such a silly sight
But they say that our once sunny day
Shall eventually turn to night
So we quit a bit and quietly sit
Lost thinking of our Summer fun
But tears appear for things we fear
That rise with a setting sun
Alone we're shown those fears have grown
Whilst camping in this field so wide
As Hell expels lost demons to dwell
Leaving us no place to hide...
Banx!
This is my first (serious) poem I've ever made. I'm fairly stupid so I didn't realize I needed to make it about summer/heat/etc until I already completed a good chunk of it... I hope this is enough. If it isn't then I'd at least love to hear some advice about my first attempt of a poem-- if it is even that. :)
SUMMER BREAK
The hands from a short kid crumbled across the keys,
It's own being unknown to all but thee
A screen blared from a short distance glowing with dread,
updating the bright images on said ahead
A mouse-shaped utensil went along his side,
going off based upon the speed of time
While he zoned, a mother began to peep;
"It's time to go to sleep
Hurry now, until you start to weep!"
"Hush now, Mother. I have things, you knew!
I'm talking to my friends, like a teenager should do"
Accepting his wish, she continued her duties,
Caring for her son until the day laid dead
It was summer after all; nothing to worry nor mend
But yet, what he had said was a shameful lie,
“It was all a ruse,” he silently replied
He was stressed from virtual work, brought upon by his own hands
Ambitions from another life with no known plan
Though perhaps, he questioned, he wasn't rubbing his own head,
he was simply being fooled; played like a dumb hen
He went all night, arguing to strangers unknown,
"You're wrong, I'm right, It's all you know!"
But of course, time passed, and tiredness came to be,
unable to continue-- it was time to go to sleep
He pushed down the off button, waiting a second to stop
Words flushed away, unlike his floating eye dots
He withered to the bed, uncertain of his surroundings,
"Should I really be like this, all safe and soundly?"
So instead, energized, he pushed off all his sheets,
His bed upon him previously placed nice and neat
He jumped upon it,
With a purpose of sound
The words, it kept coming,
"I wanna lie down!"
His family sprang,
Alarmed and worried,
Running to his room in an uncertain hurry
They arrived and came, expecting a brawl
But instead, it was him,
Dancing without song
Angered, they asked;
"What is the matter with you?
Have you no shame at last?"
"Yeah, It's not even breakfast!
Can you hurry with haste,
So day could spring ‘wake?"
He stopped, startled, face growing tangled,
"I don't know, don't know. It’s too much to handle!
Life's like that of an unique flower out in the sun;
Others around me blown by the relaxing winds,
Yet it feels too much on my pedal skin
Stretched around me; hot desert sand,
Stuck with the emotions from within my stem"
"What do you mean, Brother?
Are you alright in the head?"
"Maybe, maybe;
Can you say it for me instead?"
He went all night, arguing to strangers unknown,
"You're wrong, I'm right, It's all you know!"
Summer Nights - I Miss You
Twas a glowing summer night, red sun shining summer’s bright.
The dusty haze of summer’s harvest clouds my heart with shaded darkness.
Through it all, it seemed so simple, place a kiss upon her dimpled
cheek, but surely I could not, for she’s too precious in my mind.
While this drink of mine’s depleting and the sun’s ray cast is fleeting
I gaze upon her shining face, whose blue-green eyes long for a taste
of my lips and of my whiskers splashed with whisky; wine a chaser.
The sun in my heart sets as demons feast upon my longing.
Another night, another taste, another chance, I must make haste,
for time waits for no man and I must take her, tonight, by the hand.
To at least say that I tried with her. I know that I would die for her.
But would she die for me? I’d say the same must not be true.
I take her for a walk along the avenue, with pubs a-throng.
We stop into another dive, another drink, another five.
A cigarette or two get my heart pounding, all to be with you
on this warm summer’s night as I can feel it slip away.
We leave the bar, I walk her home, beseech her not to be alone
tonight or again ever lest we only aim to sever
ties like severed limbs and hearts. I say “I like you”. That’s a start.
What’s bubbling inside me must be more than just the drink.
I take her to an empty park, a wishing fountain in the dark.
We stop and throw our pennies in to make a wish. A wish to win
her heart. And so I close my eyes. She takes my hand now, by surprise.
She pulls me close and places one wet kiss upon my bitter lips.
Nearby grass blades standing tall, tumbling, I break her fall.
Quite literally head o’er heels, her breath on my neck I can feel.
She’s got me pinned, I hold her tight. This is it, perfect delight.
I stare into her eyes and hope this moment never ends.
And as the night comes to a close, arriving home, caught in the throes
of lust or love or whisky blues. If the time comes I’ll always choose
to be with you, better or worse. And put aside a lifelong curse.
I long to taste your lips again, much sweeter than the bottle.
Now you’re gone, I miss you dearly. My heart aches for you, weak and weary.
You’ve moved on and so must I. That night I will not forget. Fie
the stench of violent sloshing booze. Much prefer the smell of you.
On summer nights I sip away the pain until it fades to black.
Foreword:
This poem is about something that came up at the end of summer, the UN Climate Report. And it really crushed me. It was genuinely one of the most real poems I have written in a long time. It came to me, in a burst of rage. I want you to know the heat is going to get worse. And this summer, right now, we need to do something.
Presenting:
CLIMATE CHANGE
I keep having this dream
Where I go back in time
And keep yelling!
To the Koch brothers and the pesticide makers
At the corrupt congress sucking on the rich
And stealing from the young and unborn masses of the future
At fucking Reagan, Clinton, and Bush,
Because they know what they did,
They knew what was up,
And they still chose
Chose
To do nothing
The pharmacy corps that keep pumping our blood
With chemicals and leave the earth
To wilt
In a rigged game for our pursuit to thrive
The problem is real and it's not going away
We're running out time, the effects are not so sublime
We fuck over nature, our own mother,
The one who gave us life
People die every day
From the blistering sun
And the suffocating heat
More casualties will come, and so:
We, my friends, are certainly fucked.
- signed, ME
Cold Summers
There you were
A smile as warm as the summer’s day
And just as quick you went away
I held you close and held you dear
I did my best to hold you near
Though like a summer breeze
You were never meant to stay
The light of my day
The warmth of my night
Without holding you tight
Summers come with a winter’s might
Writer, Unabated
Summer Time: A Sonnet
The wind that soothes from heat will turn to chill
The sun that stretches on will be cut short
In storage soon will rest the smokey grills
Along with toys that sailed through watery ports
The bus will also wake from its slumber
The shorts will soon be traded out for pants
The kayak on the lake will remember
The happiest of sunlit circumstance
With sorrow many leave the days behind
With hopefulness some face the days ahead
With regret many curse the loss of time
With spirit some will treasure all that's left
Accept whatever trials come your way
For soon the sun will shine another day
Independence Dog.
========================
A newly born and dainty pup,
Beneath the shade of tree on up.
An earthy lawn that's vast and green,
Around my mom- a dog like me.
A human girl, so wise and tall,
Cared and trained and fed us all.
My family was now vast but tame,
And I went by a many name.
A clumsy gait shaped into runs,
Warming days cast many suns.
Soon I grew the size of hounds.
Before the Dusk of Light and Sounds.
There was a shock! A boom and thrush!
Sparkles, fire, o'er many brush!
The birds did fly, with flags on high,
And so I fled- I don't know why.
All I knew was chaos, then
A human could've lent a hand.
Before I knew it, I was lost.
I sought shelter, regardless cost.
In my travels, I found one.
A loner, maybe someone's son.
A lithe and lonely little man,
A cigarette clutched in his hand.
There he sat, half in and out,
Not home-running- he sat about.
He ate little and without doubt,
Stayed awake through night and drought.
He seemed calm despite my frenzy,
He smiled at me. Could be friendsy!
I hopped in his car ajar,
Hoping he'd keep the noises far.
Hesitant, my Keeper seemed,
Something good in this he gleamed.
No more alone shall we two be,
And seemed to form a plan with me.
He got me toys, a snack, and bowl.
Machines that made the wind feel cold,
And though I tried to find abode,
He must've done what he was told.
The heat was constant; faint mirage-
He kept me locked in the garage.
No gate upon the backyard fence,
And I was kept from house entrance.
My bowls once full would fast deplete,
I found my beds upon his seat.
A recliner there, a car ride here,
I sensed concern from others near.
My freshest air, though tied to leash,
I patrolled around a narrow niche.
At the cave-like garage where he'd sit,
But honestly, I was fine with it.
He'd take me walking. Try to play.
Try to teach me how to stay.
These are things I knew already,
But perhaps he'd trust me if I're steady.
Then one morning, there came trouble.
Confrontation burst the bubble.
This peaceful place, now disrupted,
Brother human words erupted.
Unknown to me what they had spoke,
Hushed voices raised, and rage awoke,
My keeper barked and spat and kicked,
Please calm down, his hand I licked.
Things were thrown from Keeper's anger,
The brother calm, despite the danger,
And just when things could not get worse,
The brother spoke of me in terse.
He liked me, but not in garage,
and confronted Keeper through his barrage.
My keeper screamed not once but three,
And flung my bowl into a tree.
I never sensed the brother'd harm us,
But then my keeper free'd my harness,
And shoved me further from this place,
I apologized for this disgrace.
My keeper still, with froth of mouth,
Picked me up and threw me south.
The brother finally matched the heat,
And got between us, near the street.
I had no choice, to flee once more.
Just as frightened as before.
I turned to see them, now betrayed,
I saw my keeper's glinting blade.
And once again, I'm on the run,
Seeking shelter from the sun.
And though my eyes do see few hue,
I once again saw red and blue.
-Formerly known as Phobotech-
Voice Actor / Pre-Production Animator / Illustrator / T-Shirt Designer / Author
"I sail through a golden nexus. By tanks with armor that glisten. I watch and I play with creations, and what I'm not reading, I listen." <-
Sunlight's licks find me locked in a phantasy
Drawn from my stupor, far from voluntarily
To the world weighed down by a boggy blanket
An escape from the mired prison, nothing short of frantic
Crystal perched upon my nightstand
Deliverance from this desiccation
My lips, a dried and barren basin
I saw not the mornings trepidation
Dew dropped deliverance, translucence
found firmly, fearing slide or slip
but to my despair, and quite the nuisance
Fell but a drop, a single kiss astride my lip
-Water on the Nightstand
The summer in my hometown
Rain in the summer
Is quite nice. But here we have
Just humidity.
Heedly hoodly
