Chapter 1
Glenndechar's Mission
Glenndechar will never forget the day Mikoronosha fell from the seventh floor of their apartment complex. Rather, he will never forget the day he pushed her. He couldn't say it was the worst day of his life, but from his perspective it was indeed a terrible one that still remains vivid in his mind. To this day, he remembers her screams ringing in his ears so loudly that he couldn't even hear his own. He remembers her helpless body twisting and straining, her limbs flailing to grasp nothing. He remembers the way her crimson hair enveloped her like a blanket and how her gaze never left his. But the look
Prologue
The black skies were storming hard in the City of Joltice when Shakara awoke from her own earsplitting cries. So loud was the thunder outside, however, that her little brother wasn't sure if he'd actually heard his sister in the next room or not. Out of instinct he ran to her bedroom, pajama-clad and worried, to see if she was all right. Her door was locked. The boy pounded his little fists as hard as he could, but the blunt "thuds" were not able to compete with the roaring from outside the castle.
Inside, Shakara tried to control her hysteria. She rocked herself back and forth, trembling, trying to relive the dream she had.
she posesses the kind of wild
that makes streetlights flicker
eyes that look straight through your own
and expose the nothingness
you've hidden all these years
that soul as glazed
as the eyes of a stagnant, old woman
one who lived and accomplished nothing
you could die the same way
and that is why you feel the need
to need this girl
this provoker of purposes
this weaver of life
so when you see her sleeping
you can't help but take
and mix the air around her
with your own scents of sweat
and the vodka on your breath
you shut your eyes tightly
to block yourself out
the night you touched her face
with human hands
find me at the farthest swingset
hear the echoed laughter call
so I can teach you how to fly
and you can teach me not to fall
it's forwards, backwards, higher, lower,
swinging fast to dodge the hurt
if i won't make you fly too far
don't let my feet drag in the dirt
we'll skin our elbows and our knees
uncaring of the future scars
and while I heed the ground below us
you can stare up at the stars
for someday we'll be far too high
to hit the ground or fear the sting
then we'll live rightly in the sky
while teaching others how to swing
moonlight shines on Jackson
Jackson street is always
much too long
and when it's night and January
walking home is
much too wrong but
somehow I'm left standing
standing for myself since
I won't lean
and since the night has numbed my senses
I feel feelings
I won't mean and
I seem to be running
running to a place where
it's not clear
but Anywhere is where I'm headed
just as long as
it's not here
The air is almost familiar again
Tracing my old footsteps
Of a path I used to walk
Seemingly lifetimes ago
When I thought I knew myself
I was a crusader then
I tried
But the details started to fade
And simple things
Were beyond my understanding
Everything was vague
My world turned into watercolors
And it always rained
I forgot
So I wandered in the dark
Angry each time I stumbled
Yet unwilling to look for light
People say that when your soul hurts
It means you're falling
But I'm too resilient to fall
I stopped
Yet even so the wind kept blowing
And I remained smoldering
An ember too proud to go out
Waiting for a half-dr
It was warmer outside than I had expected it to be. Surprisingly enough, the sky wasn't really all that gray, either, as it appeared to be from the kitchen a moment ago. In fact there wasn't a single defined cloud to be found. Instead the sky was blue -- not the deep, solid blue from summer, but a gentler, wiser, bluish silver that whispered, "Hey -- it's time for everything to awaken."
So awake I was, stepping softly on the cracked cement sidewalks of my new neighborhood. I was much different now -- another person than the one I knew a month ago. Here was a new town, a new college, new roommates. I was tan now -- healthy-looking and s
The ends
Between dead a.m. hours
Yield no right way
When only occupied
With the street
The highway
Will buckle
Under a handicapped limit
It only will go ahead
No care to turn
No other view to merge with
Blind violators occupied
With one right way
Do not yield
To the scenic sidewalk
And speed though
Us children at play
Lily always had a habit of going unnoticed. Funny thing was, she hardly noticed. She didn't care. Unlike so many people she knew, she wasn't wrapped up in herself. Rather, she was open, giving, and kind. She exposed her thoughts and feelings easily and hid nothing. Her selflessness had no restrictions.
Lily was beautiful, but not the way other women were beautiful. She wasn't Rose, with all her thorns and intensity. She wasn't overly passionate or demanding. Life was simpler than that. She wasn't Daisy, who was cute and buoyant. She didn't have limitless energy or sport a broad grin. No, Lily was none of those things, but she was
When the soul is falling
And the spirit failing
The light starts fading
The day, not worth facing
The eyes are weary
The mind, full of worry
The demons are waking
Cold hands - heart breaking
Body Shaking - but never from the cold
Only the memories
(But as you pass the pieces
On the bare concrete,
Be sure to notice the embers
Scattered here and there.
For they are the sunrise of a brand new day...
They are second chances,
The sparkle in my eye you catch from time to time,
And the promise of miraculous beginnings.)
You laugh
You stop
You smile
You stare
You\'re not even there
You just linger
You\'re funny
You\'re wise
You\'re kind
You\'re gone
You will be till dawn
But you linger
Like peace
Like pain
Like right
Like wrong
You\'re my favorite song
When you linger
I breathe
I soar
I win
I try
I live and I die
While you linger
the most beautiful woman
there ever was
had a face full of freckles
a child-like smile
and a voice worth remembering
but just one of hear teardrops
could shatter your heart
though we\'d sing anyway
and the cigarette smoke
dried our naive, red eyes
were I given the chance
I\'d have taken her scars
but it wouldn\'t have mattered
all the poison he fed her
grew from the inside
though she slipped through my fingers
a long time ago
I see her now and then
when I catch my reflection
and it terrifies me
to think just for a moment
that I could grow up
to be just like her
There is a creek behind my home, always flowing, little-knowing, never growing
I ran there crying, nearly dying, in one hand there was a gift I\'d gotten long ago
I rarely came out here to roam, too much stress, life\'s a mess, I confess
I have lived though much more pain that you could ever guess
And still I knew much better than to ever let it show
No, I can\'t say how I\'ve suffered -- Lord! -- and how I\'ve suffered so!
How I made it this far, I don\'t know
I stood there at the water\'s edge, tears were streaming, eyes were gleaming, thoughts were screaming
My mind debating, hesitating, knowing what I had to do but scared to just
I know there is a difference
Between love and lust
Love and infatuation
Love and wonder
There is a difference
Between love and hope
Love and trust
Love and happiness
And there is a difference
Between love and betrayal
Love and deceit
Love and pain
I wish I could only know
What the difference is
we\'re always tired
too busy
I wanted to be something for you
anything
someone
but I\'ve accepted my failure and my freedom
yet the cage isn\'t really gone
I just realized I was in it
alone
still if you need someone to believe in you
here I am - nothing has changed
and yet everything is different
no matter though
afterall I will always have
myself
my strength
and the words I could never say to you
but still I wonder
how can I let someone go
I never really had in the first place?
\"You will never be my fate\"
I dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain
\"Your eyes have their silence...\" came his reply
Further paralyzing me
My sad heart gives a mighty leap
The sun is setting
Much like the sun a year ago
Memories are a wash of lost imaginings
When the night had veil\'d the pole
The apparition of those faces in the crowd
Waiting for the train to Boston
To give whatever might chance to be
The snow carefully everywhere descending
Ambition called me, but I dreaded the chances
I went back to him instead
I ran, but it chased me, a never-ending race of which I was already tired
Yet all the while I hungered for mea
She gazed at him in minor keys
In reply, he sang his melodies
On night, they danced upon the seas
For a moment, shared their reveries
And pain that brought them to their knees
Their hearts, two different timpanies
Beating different harmonies
Different lives and memories
And yet, sad eyes, like hers, she sees
He made her smile and laugh with ease
And though he\'ll leave, her smile agrees
Their charming friendship, time will freeze
Wishful thinking, her disease
But he\'ll forget her, she believes
The thought of her, lost in... the... breeze......
The morning arrived so quickly
He ran a hot shower to take off the edge
But the steam couldn\'t open his eyes
The air is so cold when he heads off to work
She\'s still warm and enveloped
As the sunrise lights up her face
In a fantastic, secure slumber
Now only half a block away
And the world is all around him
All too real, what cannot seem to be
Nodding off now and then
Due to favor and sacrafice
But she made it home safely again
He\'ll be in her mind a few more hours
In a world where alone doesn\'t exist
And where the mornings are never cold
If she only knew how, she\'d repay it all
But the mornings arrive so quickly
The air is almost familiar again
Tracing my old footsteps
Of a path I used to walk
Seemingly lifetimes ago
When I thought I knew myself
I was a crusader then
I tried
But the details started to fade
And simple things
Were beyond my understanding
Everything was vague
My world turned into watercolors
And it always rained
I forgot
So I wandered in the dark
Angry each time I stumbled
Yet unwilling to look for light
People say that when your soul hurts
It means you're falling
But I'm too resilient to fall
I stopped
Yet even so the wind kept blowing
And I remained smoldering
An ember too proud to go out
Waiting for a half-dr
Current Residence: Moscow, ID Favourite genre of music: I listen to anything that takes talent Shell of choice: Donatello Favourite cartoon character: Zidane, Cloud, chaos, Squall, chaos, Sephiroth, Kuja, chaos... Personal Quote: "Nothing is everything."
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
too many to pick from & always changes
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy! All of em!..okay and Xenosaga... and.. and... Final Fantasy!
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2 - should it really be a question? THEY HAVE FINAL FANTASY!!!
Don't mind me, friends. I just can't sleep, and what's worse is I can't bring myself to write anything constructive. I just feel like talking, so here are some random thoughts...
I just read a bunch of prompts from a fabulous online prompt calander my dear friend ~Ranna reccomended to me. ~bfp talked about this a little with me the other day, and I realize I have the same problem he does -- I just can't write about anything happy. With every prompt I read I immediately thought of a few sentences, once in a while a premise, but it was all kind of dark. Then again, what's a story without conflict? Something I can't write, that's what.
Okay, so I'm getting MIKO published, thanks to the help and encouragement from my boyfriend. So I thought that, for myself and the two of you out there who read it, I'd take the first sentence from every chapter and put them together. I know it's a little world and maybe self-indulging, but it's my birthday, dammit, and I'll continue to drink my bacarde superior and do as I please!!!
P: The black skies were storming hard in the City of Joltice when Shakara awoke from her own earsplitting cries.
1: Glenndechar will never forget the day Mikoronosha fell from the seventh floor of their apartment complex.
2: It was raining thick and heavy