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  • Headaches

    I was told that this would happen.

    That this was how it was to be.

    I was also told that I could choose,

    And find a place that’s right for me.

     

    A place that gives me what I need

    And everything that I desire.

    A place where I was told to run,

    And feed my internal fire.

     

    I find that you had lied to me,

    And now I’m feeling stung.

    How could you fill me with such delight,

    And then strike me with your wicked tongue.

     

    How dare you!

     

    The time it took for me to see

    All the lies you said to me

    Have left me bleeding

    Internally.

     

    My head is cracked

    And I feel the strain.

    The words you said

    Caress my brain.

    But my experience expressed

    A different pain.

     

    I curse your thoughts and what you fed to me.

    But I know you only thought the best would be.

     

    If that were true,

    Then what would we do?

  • Bat

    I have never seen

    A more interesting being

    One that frightens so.

    Its leathery flying,

    Of course I’m implying,

    A creature of nighttime flow.

     

    It is a bat.

    Like putting wings on a rat

    And they come in different sizes

    Some large, some small

    Though none of them at all

    Are warlocks under disguises

     

    I shall not dismiss this completely

    My experience shows clearly

    That wickedness knows no end

    A clever disguise

    No feign surprise

    From bat to person whose bent

     

    Still I love these creatures,

    They share many features

    That describe my life to a T.

    Furry and cuddly,

    Draped in something ugly,

    Yes, that is what best describes me.

  • ReDemon Chapter 4

    Book 1: Beckham Institute for Prodigies

    Chapter 4: Making friends and Remote Viewing

    The girls marched out of the student center in four lines led by Bonnie and Emma. Suzan thought it was embarrassing. The whole time she thought of a mother duck leading her ducklings. And if that wasn’t enough, Bonnie had them singing a marching song along the way. Emma seemed to be the only one actually singing, loudly, and enjoying it.

    The other girls averted their eyes along the path, trying not to look at the guard, who smiled and laughed, as they marched to the east tower. Sadie’s face grew red as Bonnie’s voice grew louder, in hopes of more girls joining in, but the only thing that happened was that Emma’s voice grew louder, which now sounded more like screaming than singing. Eventually Bonnie stopped trying and Emma stopped screaming.

    Upon reaching the east tower, Bonnie and Emma opened the double doors, leading the girls inside to a cozy, furnished lobby with couches and chairs and a stone fire place. The girls squeezed as best as they could into the space, but because their were so many, they were shoulder to chest, elbow to knee as all 163 girls pushed and shoved into the tower.

    “Ok, y’all,” said Bonnie as she took her place in the center of the room, “The firs part of the test is the written part. There are 1000 questions dealing in logic, mathematics, reading, spatial, pattern recognition, classification, and visualization.”

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  • Spinning Webs

    Tempting though it may be

    To spin a web so elegantly,

    I have to stop and wonder

    What use does it have for me?

     

    Those ones in my life

    Who love to provide

    Some wondrous, fantastic, ugly lie

    To keep me by their side.

     

    It’s a wonder they don’t have eight legs,

    To juggle such a piece.

    Spinnerets dancing from one thread to another,

    To keep many from finally knowing

    The person behind the veil.

     

    A veil so nicely spun

    That it is hard to tell,

    Where it begun?

    Where one ugly line became several,

    And several became legion?

     

    A legion of threads

    In the hands of a master…

    Juggling the balls,

    Manipulating an ugly eloquence,

    To stop any sort of threading disaster.

     

    How do you keep the thread spinning?

    What is your secret?

    Do you truly have eight arms?

    Are you really a human?

     

    I wonder sometimes,

    How those who spin webs,

    Turn out to be?

    Possibly great, ugly politicians?

     

    Though it comes to pass,

    For those who forget,

    Which thread is juggled for whom?

    Mistakes are made,

    This I will say,

    Will never end in much grace.

     

    So tighten your veil,

    Those who spin webs,

    Thread it, many a thread.

    Because when it happens

    That your veil may fail,

    Your face will be ugly instead.

  • Different Species

    I drink the flavored milk

    that remains of my cereal,

    checking my watch

    to make sure I’m not late.

    Out of the corner of my eye

    I see you there

    alone as I am.

     

    Why are you alone?

    You look like a butterfly.

    Flutter by those who fly gracefully.

     

    I am no such thing.

    My presence is a shade.

    I am alone because that is what I am:

    A loner.

     

    But why you?

    Majestic and divine,

    Where is the company you keep?

    Have they lost there way to the grove of sweet scent?

    Can we draw them close?

     

    If we are indeed the same,

    Why are we different?

    It is a species thing.

     

    Wolves eat butterflies,

    When they are hungry enough.

    They dance among our gaze,

    Delicious!

     

    Why are we divided?

    Dance before me butterfly

    Let me taste divinity

    Let us be alone, 

    together.