Skinny - 2I wake up to a startling noise. I whip my head to look around, to spot the source. No more than ten feet away, a deer has fallen to the ground. I stand up and sprint over to it.The deer appears to have some wound going through the side of its head. I lean over it. Slowly, the quick breathing slows, then ceases altogether. This poor creature. I mourn the loss of it.Footsteps are getting louder. They stop short, and a shout: “Oh my God!”They continue. I turn around as they arrive to me.“Are you okay, I was just out here…” they stop once I am looking at them.Others. I have found them. This one is rather short, wearing a thick green jacket. His features are angular, but not so sharp as to be unsettling to the eye. His mouth is wide with thin lips, and a thin nose, flaring out as he breathes heavily. Such nice copper hair frames his face, with a small patch just on his chin. The eyes, the strangest part by far. Ovals pointing off at either end, large enou
Skinny - 1Dark. It is so dark out here. The night is when I travel. Daylight is no good for travelling, you know. Too obvious.I do not know yet where to begin looking for father. He could be anywhere. I do know, however, that I need food. I have taken out the emergency fund, tucked away behind my belongings, and decided to travel back to town for the first time in a long time. Father would not approve of this. Maybe he will get so upset, he will return.I go without the sunglasses father always made me wear to go on trips. They look so silly, horn-rimmed and bright red. Maybe on another, they look nice. Not on me.Surely the reason behind the glasses is just as silly as the glasses, themselves. There are not really no others without eyes, but an ability to see. It cannot be so uncommon as father says.This night is my fourth out travelling. The closest town to the spot father and I live is many miles away. Father likes the privacy. I always yearned to meet others. The books father gave me are s
Skinny - prologueFather has not returned for many weeks.These woods, these dark, lovely woods, were all that belonged to me. If father did not return, they would be all there ever was. I had waited, just as he asked me to, right there, for his return. It was only supposed to be for a few hours. It wasn’t.After the supplies ran out, at four weeks, I decided to head out on my own. Where to, I had no idea. This is the story of that journey.
MentalityA trick of the mind is all it takesTo make you make some big mistakes.
5This power outagesucks majorly because ICan't write in the dark
3If Death comes tonightFor me, for you, for us allWhy try to stop it?
2Wings flap, desperateTry to escape this world, theyflail frantically
1The moon and the starsAre extremely lovely, butYou are much brighter
LyricalFirst comment for a little girlSlightly brightening her whole worldMade up of a single word"Lyrical"She thinks, who could have written thisA hulking male machovanistWho was really very touched by it"Lyrical"Perhaps another dainty ladyInspired to write once more, just maybeOnce she puts to sleep, her baby"Lyrical"Paging through her old thesaurusLooking past the words that bore usShe thinks, My words sound like a chorus"Lyrical"Finally, epiphanyScreams, book thrown, not filled with gleeTo find out what it real means"Lyrical"
A Corner of Skya light blue cloud singing in your hand folded once, then once more; the wings of your origami crane I breathe in deep the flesh-like tissue uplifting me through fluttering lids to a corner of skyall to myself, lighter than birds kiting through the draft and rush, reaching for the sun I have no voice with which to sing no feathers, I; still I bank and soar,trying to remember you
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
Chaosthe Queen of chaosfrays, rents, rips, eliminatesa complex decay
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
ellie.she was always agalaxy, and i am not allowed to touch stars.
Hakuna Matatano cares in this worldsing hakuna matataand just fly away
Advice from Master ShaoAs the Spinda movesSo the grass on the hill flowsA beautiful danceAs the Swablu singsSo does the wind in the treesA beautiful songAs the LunatoneRises in the evening skyThe moon does alsoBreath as the breeze doesAllow the wind to carryYour spirit awayThe world always movesRegardless of what you doYou must also moveSing like the SwabluRise just as the LunatoneDance like the SpindaStop to enjoy lifeOr it will move without youAnd you will be lost
and poetry is our baby.We are old lovers,words and I, finding shelterthrough the stroke of pens.
Night haikuThe moon comforts a waveBefore its impending deathUpon the shore
4Legs, running towardsan uncertain future, bravenot knowing danger