Day 1-NANOWRIMO WIPEstkver Undal-
The bedtime stories of my childhood were of the Orbs; the three Orbs of Knowledge-Magic, Meaning, and Might, existing on the far edges of the Earth. The first, Might, was absorbed by Emh, a righteous ruler of one of the unknown species many years before our time. Magic was absorbed by Soevim the Mage, a man of infamy, neither friend nor foe to any living creature, and the third remains unfound.
The humans could only quell their thirst with knowing.
Nothing was enough. After some centuries of wild goose hunts some guy ‘wised up’ and decided it made sense that the Orb was at the center of the Earth; started sending people down to the core. One of them was me.
Hugh G. Anton-
We didn’t know what we were doing. Instead of stepping into a heatstroke, we were invading territory. Alien territory. Species not even existent in our myths.
They thought the land was theirs for the taking; theirs. We were here eo
What Makes A Hero?This is the truth; it isn't a fallacy robbed from an idea someone planted in my mind. I've grown many philosophies and personalities based on things like that, but today is the day where I promise to write in the utmost clarity. There are no lies here.
A year ago today, I took a test called the PLAN; a standardized test that schools send to colleges to determine eligibility. Back then my words in writing were jumbled, unoriginal hypotheses that never went anywhere notable. Much to my luck, the testing concluded with an essay prompt of which we were supposed to develop a well written essay.
The prompt asked us the question of who we found inspirational in our lives; in other words, it wanted to know who our hero was. Hero? Everyone I could think of in my family had no real heroic attributes to me; I had only a handful of people to pick out and most of them, well, I'd rather not go there. The product was some half-a***d bulls*** that I made up because I couldn't think of anyth
Passing by the time
The clock broke down
And the Supervisor's
Holding me until my
The chorus reverberates
In my bones
Moves through my
But I'm tired
And the words fill my
He ignores my cries;
He keeps me here
With my leg chained to
And I rehearse my song
From The Perspective Of A MadmanI guess I left my insecurity
Behind on the floor
Or maybe in the face
Of your jeering;
I might've swept it under your doormat
So everytime you started a journey
You'd think of me.
I've molted and left you behind my shell
Of which you glue and cut and
Adorned with all your best glittering doodads.
I walk faster without this burden
Or maybe I strut
As long as it's before you
So my feet kick the dust in your face.
What I Am OwedWhat the world owes me
Fills this imaginary chasm of great size
That I feel every time I breathe
I feel it every time a song plays
Or a child smiles
Or I am scolded.
The fire inside it is fueled
By unspoken gestures
I do not ask for.
Every phrase I should've heard
Is locked behind my father's teeth
And my mother's eyes
That close when I am near.
But I take this chasm
And leave it to more deserved hands
When I break my knees
At the end of my fall.
ExpectationsSwipe your hair from your face
Doll, your smile shines like
You've the looks and
Trend of a star
But Raccoon Eyed baby,
No one likes trash
We dream we're like you
When you're dressed to impress;
When you're hanging with your man
And not whining 'bout yourself
Honey, we're so lonely
We don't care about your morals
So kiss him darlin' cause he's
Leavin' if you're slow
We don't care for old you
The blues are out and pop is in
See, would you live without us here?
Diamond teared sweetheart
We've got all your make-up,
We'll kiss all your scars away but
Baby, you'll never be more
Than what we peg you as.