Je ne peux pas vous entendre (I can't Hear You)

I tried to be civil,
I tried to be nice,
But now it’s impossible to smile
Save for the special ones


The chosen ones who live in the golden world
Where they are above the dirt and slime they live in
That no one else can join,


Don’t smile, now
It’s obnoxious
Don’t laugh
My ears will fall in deafness.


I don’t understand.
Je ne parle pas votre langue,
Je ne peux pas vous entendre,


Don’t pretend to be my friend
When you hate everything I do
When you dislike everything I want


Call me apathic
Call me uncaring
Call me unfriendly


Death is all around me
You are a curse
Don’t say you don’t care
Crawl in that hole given to you

Understand my meaning
I’m hungry
For your end

I don’t understand.
Je ne parle pas votre langue,
Je ne peux pas vous entendre,

Don’t pretend to be my friend
When you hate everything I do
When you dislike everything I want

It’s all my fault
I’m ugly
I’m mean
I’m a bitch
I’m useless

You’re a goddess

Just don’t expect to smile in your presence
Just don’t call my name
Just don’t make me bow
Just go away
I won’t go lonely

I am not afraid of myself
Like you seem to be.
WOuldn’t it be simple if I died?
We’re at an impass
No solution
No debate
I don’t want your hate
Nor your envy

I don’t understand.
Je ne parle pas votre langue,
Je ne peux pas vous entendre,

Don’t pretend to be my friend
When you hate everything I do
When you dislike everything I want

What can I do for you
When you’re impossible to be with
What can I do with you
When you let no one be around you?

Don’t smile
Don’t fret
Don’t be yourself
Be weak like you are.
I don’t understand.
I don’t want to listen
To your opinions anymore
I don’t want to talk
About your feelings anymore

Why is it all about you?
Why must we keep going around in circles?
Why must we smile when we feel sad
Why must we only laugh when you are glad?

Je ne parle pas votre langue,
Je ne peux pas vous entendre,

Don’t pretend to be my friend
When you hate everything I do
When you dislike everything I want

My Darling Sister Cat, Belle

Be on your merry way
Don't be pricked by thorns
And demon words
That truly get in the way.

Don't let emotion rule over reason
But along side it instead
Look four times with your own eyes
Because the eyes may play tricks upon the mind

The coldness of the mind
Will never compare to the warmth of the heart
Don't be dolored by the monochrome
Or the sadness of a monotone

Lift your spirits high
But not you ego, no
For fortunes told beneath the sea
Will not impact me.

Ride the wave
The miserable tide brings
And will seek the paradise
On this Earth

Do forget those dreams
Think of clouds on a peaceful kingdom
Cheerfulness will rise
Old and sick is not the memory to be received
But gifted with eternal youth from now on

Lips of Rouge
Hair of gold
Eyes of Jade
The most elegant and sophisicated of ladies
Step lightly. Talk stern and casual. Be a flirt

Have an air of a queen
But the precence of a goddess
Shall be the truth which you shall rule
Without a single doubt.

The innocence in your eyes
Reminds all of their childhood
Together on distant place
We shall dance, my sister
And be instilled by heavenly grace.

Betrayed by a Madness

(Before you read this, just know this can be about anyone, anyone. For even though it seems to match a certain situation, it has nothing, I mean that, NOTHING to do with it at all. If you take this to mean it's about YOU, then you are an EGOISTIC and SENSITIVE person who should probably read the rest of my poems because they are equally melancholy and hold feelings of rage. There are some random ones. This is me getting out feelings of annoyance, rage, frustration and exhaustion and no I do not want to cry. Purely FICTIONAL, FICTIONAL. It's about Mancork being mad at Mancorn, obviously)

Some people are liars
Betrayers, corrupters, and swindlers too
But that is nothing when they lie to your mother too.
The emotion I describe is rage
Pissy, upset, mad
A madness that turns me awfully awfully bad
I want to say that I have been had
It's polite to say
That the bad times outweigh the good
So I'll send flowers and a card
I won't be nice
I will no longer smile and chat
I will be quite blunt
Inside me
Lives a rage
that infuriates me
Give me a razor
To cut off your head
Give me a gun
To shoot your lungs
I wish you had a heart:
You wouldn't have done the things you had done
You teased me
Punished me
Made me feel like I did all the wrong
Unfortunately for you
My punishment had just begun
No more lies
I say what I imply
My trust, if not faded
Has became quite thin
See the anger within
You said I hurt you
Just wait and see
For what that really means
You don't know nothin'
And you don't know me
(And You want to be a know-it-all, ha)
For if I had not walked away
You would have been dead today
Did you tune out?
Did you hear me?
You are a betrayer
A swindler
A codpiece
A heart of tin
A fake
And this is not the end
If you think I need
A friendship like yours
Then you are very wrong indeed
I can stand on my own
But I don't really care anymore
But my punishment for you has yet to end
I will never cease
Not until the pain you have cause
Has disappeared
If you wanted hate
Too bad
I'll give you shame instead
And now can I please
Cut of your head?

Dying on Beach

Travelling along the blue
Will it ever end
I see peppered salty cheese
Which my tongue will never mend
I can follow the awful cold
If you'll comprehend
That a walk is just walk
And the interviewing has no friend
For it really is quite annoying
How much I tell it's not true
That I will find anything
On the ocean blue
That will keep me from dying
on a beach that my ancestors once knew
Tale of trouble and suffering
Has caught my ears
Not to mention a certain history
That follow my race
This history makes me mortified
And friends
Please ask Esti
For the funeral arrangements
In case I die
in Myrtle Beach

Plethora of Suppositions: Moving Through the Generations Summery

Plethora of Suppositions: Episode 3

Journey was not a Trey Sea Creature, he was a Xonger which was ruled by men, killing women in mating. Tecla and Journey was married. They were determined that their children would never have to know about the Trey Sea or the small powerful country of Xong.
Tecla told her daughter she was a dragonoid. The daughter's name was Milofed. Milofed was a great beauty and she eventually married a dragon named Dri`ek. But Dri`ek had other plans. He met women in hotel rooms and the fifth woman a security camera saw that the couple went in. A woman came in. The couple went out and a maid went in and screamed. The girl was assumed to be dead but they could not find the body.
The couple was happy for many years. Their children had children who had children who had children who had Medci.

Plethora of Suppositions: Ten Minutes

Plethora of Suppositions: Episode 2

Tecla Darnee Sloan was half Trey Sea Creature and half elf. She was raised by her mother, Petunia Blent-Sloan. She had heard the pirate queen had attacked the Trey Sea Cliffs. Her mother approved the actions of the pirates very much. She believed that, "the bastards got what came to them." Tecla left and went to the Trey Sea Cliffs. It had been thirty-seven years since Keelee had seen a foreigner. The girl looked like an elf but also like one of them. She flew down and perched herself and stared at the dancing and singing girl of fifteen. She knew two more years would we be a deadly thing for this girl.
Keelee flew towards Tecla who grab a branch and swatted at Keelee. Keelee flipped over and the last thing Petunia saw of her daughter was her being carried away by a Trey Sea Creature. Where were the pirates now? They are fighting, getting drunk and pillaging.

Journey was the only male in a ten thousand years that had been born. He already hated his existence and he was only fifteen (Trey Sea Creatures tend to live for hundreds of years, record is six hundred years, so far). He knew he would not live a long life for Trey Sea Creatures bit the heads off their mates. To him, all of them were happy-go-lucky and optimistic. Which is why when Tecla Darnee was brought to him, he simply didn't care.
"What should we do with her? Eat her? Throw her off the cliff?" asked Keelee, eagerly.
"You're insane," said Journey."You want to kill her? Why? What did she do to you? I'll tell you: nothing. No wonder why pirates and others want to kill us, we're so violent that—" He was interrupted by Tecla Darnee stabbing Keelee in the neck and then biting off her head to mate. Journey stared horrified for a moment and then he collected his thoughts.
"I believe the saying is 'get them before they get you,'" said Tecla Darnee, smiling at the boy.
"You are just as crazy as they are," said Journey.
"Take me flying," said Tecla.
"No," said Journey. He jumped off and she jumped on top of him as he dove down and then he flipped on his belly and she was sitting on it. She smiled at him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"To mate with you," she said.
"I'm not going to get my head eaten, thank you very much."
"It won't hurt." She said.
"Yes you should know because you get your head eaten all the time. Did you know the Trey Sea Creature's head, when it's separated from the body has ten minutes of conscious thought before it dies. Ten minutes! I'm sorry but I'm not dying for a baby, I don't care what anyone says, I'm not doing it."
"We shall see, won't we?" she beamed at him.

Plethora of Suppositions: Trey Sea Creatures

Plethora of Suppositions: The Pilot

"Darnee hurry up or the flying giant coronet guinea pigs will get you!" shouted Sheree. Sheree Sloan was the older sister of Darnee. The two girls looked nothing alike. Sheree was at the end of her childhood, being eighteen. She had long ginger-copper hair that curled in locks and sparkling blue eyes. She was big bosomed and big hipped. Her sister was had dark, short, shaggy hair and black eyes like the abyss. She was thinner than Sheree had been as a child but then Sheree hadn't been running for days without eating like they were now. "I running as fast I as I can!" she shouted. Darnee tripped but her sister didn't even look behind her. Darnee got up and ran after her sister. The giant coronet guinea pigs were right behind them, flying through the air. Both the girls went to the hill and started to climb up the hill. On top of the hill, was a girl who was Sheree's age, had long blond hair and had grey cat-like eyes. She took out her pan-flutes and started to play a dream-like melody that sent the guinea pigs far away. However, Sheree was filled with a deep barbaric-like love for the girl and climbed the hill faster. Darnee who was too young to be affected by the music's magical power stared at her ever-climbing sister with wonder as she climbed higher and higher to find out why her sister was acting so bizarrely.
When Sheree was on top of the hill, she grabbed the girl's hand who naturally pulled it away from her.
"What do you want?" asked the strange girl.
"I want you to marry me," said Sheree. Sheree's eyes were omitting a strange yellow glow that made her eyes look neon green. The strange girl ignored her and looked at something on Sheree's right.
"Oh no, not another one," said the strange girl when Darnee appeared. Darnee fell on her back, panting. She wasn't used to climbing.
"How old are you?" asked the strange girl.
"She's eighteen, I'm thirteen," said Darnee. "Why?"
"Oh good. When a woman turns seventeen, she hears the mating call which happens to be the only song to keep the coronets at bay. We need to take her to the village to get the music out of her head, will you help me?" asked the strange girl.
"If you tell me your name," said Darnee.
"Keelee, it's Keelee and you?" asked Keelee.
"Darnee and my sister is Sheree." said Darnee. Keelee grabbed Sheree by the waist and put her in a pouch that neither of the sisters had seen earlier. Sheree turned to face Keelee.
"You're a guy, huh?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, men haven't been in the village in ten thousand years." said Keelee. Keelee put Darnee into the pouch also. It was slimy on the inside and Keelee's genitals could be felt which were disturbing but at the same time the sisters felt a comfort that only a mother could give. Keelee unfolded her wings and flew the sisters and herself to the village up in the in the tallest part of the cliffs off the Trey Sea. The cliffs were spotted with large caves that Keelee's species had long ago settled into. Keelee approached a cave that was giving off a green light. Two girls were tossed. Keelee carefully took her boots and threw them into the cave, revealing dragon feet with long claws that were evolved so Keelee could put her feet onto the edge of the cliff. Keelee put the two girls into the cave. A short, plump woman with feet that moved as fast a humming bird's wings came to them and took Sheree out of the pouch and strapped her to a table with the assistance of two plump women who scurried about the same way. Darnee was lowered out of the pouch and put on a rock as Keelee went to look at the healers and a curtain was put up so Darnee could hear and see nothing. An hour later, Keelee remerged.
"It appears like I'm going to have marry your sister," said Keelee. "The music got too in her head."
"Oh," Darnee said. "I don't mind, I think you would make a great sister-in-law." Keelee narrowed her eyes as Darnee smiled at her.
"You don't understand, you will die if you mate with us, your sister will die if she mates with us."
"So what are you sugguesting we do? I can't fly out here."
"We must kill you both," said Keelee.
"You're no better than the guinea pigs!" shouted Darnee. The healers took offense and soon Darnee found herself lying on the sand next to a girl. Darnee smiled at her.
"Are you an exile too?" asked the girl.
"From my land yes. Where's my sister? Have you seen Sheree?"
"I saw a red head girl crash on the rocks and carry out to sea."
"That must be my sister. She's dead."
"Well, you can help me put up a hut."
"I would love to." Said Darnee and the girl kissed her. They fell in love. Darnee was twenty-two when she died. She died because she mated with her wife for the first time, which meant her head had to come off so that genitals could go in. Her daughter was born four days later and naturally her wife mourned her. Darnee's wife gave their new daughter a name that would make both of them remember the mother and so Tecla Darnee was brought into the world.

Sheree was injured greatly and Keelee flew down. Sheree knew who threw her and her sister into the water and stabbed Keelee with a piece of drift wood. She had see a her sister be thrown and saw blood from the rocks. She swam as long and as far as she could away from the Trey Sea Cliffs which brought so much pain to her. A boat passing by, picked her up and it was one of her own. She was given a red blanket to dry herself off. She was determined to hate the creatures of the Trey Sea Cliffs for as long as her sister was dead. When she arrived at the small Isles of Cartoongann, where the refugee of pirates were stored, she round up the gruffest sailors and stole boat.

Headlines read: "Pirate Queen killed Citizens of Trey Sea Cliffs!" "Those Bastardly Monsters Killed!" "Revenge vs. Trey Sea Creatures!" and such.

Both sisters live on a life of assumptions and there are plenty more to be discovered!


Plethora of Suppositions:
The Pilot
"Darnee hurry up or the flying giant coronet guinea pigs will get you!" shouted Sheree. Sheree Sloan was the older sister of Darnee. The two girls looked nothing alike. Sheree was at the end of her childhood, being eighteen. She had long ginger-copper hair that curled in locks and sparkling blue eyes. She was big bosomed and big hipped. Her sister was had dark, short, shaggy hair and black eyes like the abyss. She was thinner than Sheree had been as a child but then Sheree hadn't been running for days without eating like they were now. "I running as fast I as I can!" she shouted. Darnee tripped but her sister didn't even look behind her. Darnee got up and ran after her sister. The giant coronet guinea pigs were right behind them, flying through the air. Both the girls went to the hill and started to climb up the hill. On top of the hill, was a girl who was Sheree's age, had long blond hair and had grey cat-like eyes. She took out her pan-flutes and started to play a dream-like melody that sent the guinea pigs far away. However, Sheree was filled with a deep barbaric-like love for the girl and climbed the hill faster. Darnee who was too young to be affected by the music's magical power stared at her ever-climbing sister with wonder as she climbed higher and higher to find out why her sister was acting so bizarrely.
When Sheree was on top of the hill, she grabbed the girl's hand who naturally pulled it away from her.
"What do you want?" asked the strange girl.
"I want you to marry me," said Sheree. Sheree's eyes were omitting a strange yellow glow that made her eyes look neon green. The strange girl ignored her and looked at something on Sheree's right.
"Oh no, not another one," said the strange girl when Darnee appeared. Darnee fell on her back, panting. She wasn't used to climbing.
"How old are you?" asked the strange girl.
"She's eighteen, I'm thirteen," said Darnee. "Why?"
"Oh good. When a woman turns seventeen, she hears the mating call which happens to be the only song to keep the coronets at bay. We need to take her to the village to get the music out of her head, will you help me?" asked the strange girl.
"If you tell me your name," said Darnee.
"Keelee, it's Keelee and you?" asked Keelee.
"Darnee and my sister is Sheree." said Darnee. Keelee grabbed Sheree by the waist and put her in a pouch that neither of the sisters had seen earlier. Sheree turned to face Keelee.
"You're a guy, huh?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, men haven't been in the village in ten thousand years." said Keelee. Keelee put Darnee into the pouch also. It was slimy on the inside and Keelee's genitals could be felt which were disturbing but at the same time the sisters felt a comfort that only a mother could give. Keelee unfolded her wings and flew the sisters and herself to the village up in the in the tallest part of the cliffs off the Trey Sea. The cliffs were spotted with large caves that Keelee's species had long ago settled into. Keelee approached a cave that was giving off a green light. Two girls were tossed. Keelee carefully took her boots and threw them into the cave, revealing dragon feet with long claws that were evolved so Keelee could put her feet onto the edge of the cliff. Keelee put the two girls into the cave. A short, plump woman with feet that moved as fast a humming bird's wings came to them and took Sheree out of the pouch and strapped her to a table with the assistance of two plump women who scurried about the same way. Darnee was lowered out of the pouch and put on a rock as Keelee went to look at the healers and a curtain was put up so Darnee could hear and see nothing. An hour later, Keelee remerged.
"It appears like I'm going to have marry your sister," said Keelee. "The music got too in her head."
"Oh," Darnee said. "I don't mind, I think you would make a great sister-in-law." Keelee narrowed her eyes as Darnee smiled at her.
"You don't understand, you will die if you mate with us, your sister will die if she mates with us."
"So what are you sugguesting we do? I can't fly out here."
"We must kill you both," said Keelee.
"You're no better than the guinea pigs!" shouted Darnee. The healers took offense and soon Darnee found herself lying on the sand next to a girl. Darnee smiled at her.
"Are you an exile too?" asked the girl.
"From my land yes. Where's my sister? Have you seen Sheree?"
"I saw a red head girl crash on the rocks and carry out to sea."
"That must be my sister. She's dead."
"Well, you can help me put up a hut."
"I would love to." Said Darnee and the girl kissed her. They fell in love. Darnee was twenty-two when she died. She died because she mated with her wife for the first time, which meant her head had to come off so that genitals could go in. Her daughter was born four days later and naturally her wife mourned her. Darnee's wife gave their new daughter a name that would make both of them remember the mother and so Tecla Darnee was brought into the world.

Sheree was injured greatly and Keelee flew down. Sheree knew who threw her and her sister into the water and stabbed Keelee with a piece of drift wood. She had see a her sister be thrown and saw blood from the rocks. She swam as long and as far as she could away from the Trey Sea Cliffs which brought so much pain to her. A boat passing by, picked her up and it was one of her own. She was given a red blanket to dry herself off. She was determined to hate the creatures of the Trey Sea Cliffs for as long as her sister was dead. When she arrived at the small Isles of Cartoongann, where the refugee of pirates were stored, she round up the gruffest sailors and stole boat.

Headlines read: "Pirate Queen killed Citizens of Trey Sea Cliffs!" "Those Bastardly Monsters Killed!" "Revenge vs. Trey Sea Creatures!" and such.

Both sisters live on a life of assumptions and there are plenty more to be discovered!


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"Darnee hurry up or the flying giant coronet guinea pigs will get you!" shouted Sheree. Sheree Sloan was the older sister of Darnee. The two girls looked nothing alike. Sheree was at the end of her childhood, being eighteen. She had long ginger-copper hair that curled in locks and sparkling blue eyes. She was big bosomed and big hipped. Her sister was had dark, short, shaggy hair and black eyes like the abyss. She was thinner than Sheree had been as a child but then Sheree hadn't been running for days without eating like they were now. "I running as fast I as I can!" she shouted. Darnee tripped but her sister didn't even look behind her. Darnee got up and ran after her sister. The giant coronet guinea pigs were right behind them, flying through the air. Both the girls went to the hill and started to climb up the hill. On top of the hill, was a girl who was Sheree's age, had long blond hair and had grey cat-like eyes. She took out her pan-flutes and started to play a dream-like melody that sent the guinea pigs far away. However, Sheree was filled with a deep barbaric-like love for the girl and climbed the hill faster. Darnee who was too young to be affected by the music's magical power stared at her ever-climbing sister with wonder as she climbed higher and higher to find out why her sister was acting so bizarrely.

When Sheree was on top of the hill, she grabbed the girl's hand who naturally pulled it away from her.

"What do you want?" asked the strange girl.

"I want you to marry me," said Sheree. Sheree's eyes were omitting a strange yellow glow that made her eyes look neon green. The strange girl ignored her and looked at something on Sheree's right.

"Oh no, not another one," said the strange girl when Darnee appeared. Darnee fell on her back, panting. She wasn't used to climbing.

"How old are you?" asked the strange girl.

"She's eighteen, I'm thirteen," said Darnee. "Why?"

"Oh good. When a woman turns seventeen, she hears the mating call which happens to be the only song to keep the coronets at bay. We need to take her to the village to get the music out of her head, will you help me?" asked the strange girl.

"If you tell me your name," said Darnee.

"Keelee, it's Keelee and you?" asked Keelee.

"Darnee and my sister is Sheree." said Darnee. Keelee grabbed Sheree by the waist and put her in a pouch that neither of the sisters had seen earlier. Sheree turned to face Keelee.

"You're a guy, huh?" she asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, men haven't been in the village in ten thousand years." said Keelee. Keelee put Darnee into the pouch also. It was slimy on the inside and Keelee's genitals could be felt which were disturbing but at the same time the sisters felt a comfort that only a mother could give. Keelee unfolded her wings and flew the sisters and herself to the village up in the in the tallest part of the cliffs off the Trey Sea. The cliffs were spotted with large caves that Keelee's species had long ago settled into. Keelee approached a cave that was giving off a green light. Two girls were tossed. Keelee carefully took her boots and threw them into the cave, revealing dragon feet with long claws that were evolved so Keelee could put her feet onto the edge of the cliff. Keelee put the two girls into the cave. A short, plump woman with feet that moved as fast a humming bird's wings came to them and took Sheree out of the pouch and strapped her to a table with the assistance of two plump women who scurried about the same way. Darnee was lowered out of the pouch and put on a rock as Keelee went to look at the healers and a curtain was put up so Darnee could hear and see nothing. An hour later, Keelee remerged.

"It appears like I'm going to have marry your sister," said Keelee. "The music got too in her head."

"Oh," Darnee said. "I don't mind, I think you would make a great sister-in-law." Keelee narrowed her eyes as Darnee smiled at her.

"You don't understand, you will die if you mate with us, your sister will die if she mates with us."

"So what are you sugguesting we do? I can't fly out here."

"We must kill you both," said Keelee.

"You're no better than the guinea pigs!" shouted Darnee. The healers took offense and soon Darnee found herself lying on the sand next to a girl. Darnee smiled at her.

"Are you an exile too?" asked the girl.

"From my land yes. Where's my sister? Have you seen Sheree?"

"I saw a red head girl crash on the rocks and carry out to sea."

"That must be my sister. She's dead."

"Well, you can help me put up a hut."

"I would love to." Said Darnee and the girl kissed her. They fell in love. Darnee was twenty-two when she died. She died because she mated with her wife for the first time, which meant her head had to come off so that genitals could go in. Her daughter was born four days later and naturally her wife mourned her. Darnee's wife gave their new daughter a name that would make both of them remember the mother and so Tecla Darnee was brought into the world.

Sheree was injured greatly and Keelee flew down. Sheree knew who threw her and her sister into the water and stabbed Keelee with a piece of drift wood. She had see a her sister be thrown and saw blood from the rocks. She swam as long and as far as she could away from the Trey Sea Cliffs which brought so much pain to her. A boat passing by, picked her up and it was one of her own. She was given a red blanket to dry herself off. She was determined to hate the creatures of the Trey Sea Cliffs for as long as her sister was dead. When she arrived at the small Isles of Cartoongann, where the refugee of pirates were stored, she round up the gruffest sailors and stole boat.

Headlines read: "Pirate Queen killed Citizens of Trey Sea Cliffs!" "Those Bastardly Monsters Killed!" "Revenge vs. Trey Sea Creatures!" and such.

Both sisters live on a life of assumptions and there are plenty more to be discovered!

Year 530

Colonel Kathinatha: Rockets, gatessimslaymees, whoosindiddle! I’m being joggled around. Report in Captain Hughesneck! If ya can! If ya can! Fire Wet Roger Dog, now. I mean Now! Insolent, imprudent dogs ye are. I’m trying to keep me coats if I can! I have no patience! I said fire Wet Roger Dog. Y’know I should hit each and one of ya, ya sad dimwits. Whose going next? I fucking hate this-not-takin-any-orders businesses, I fucking hate it. Gimme the fucking button, don’t care if it’s all bloody. I’m a girl, I can take it. Like I said, I should fucking hit all of ye sad dimwits. Do as I say or you’ll be dead, mark my words, pathetic hounds, you’ll be dead before ye knows it.

Kathinatha’s speech was written down by an injured soldier who died three months later. This is the war where the trolls try to help the goblins be free. This was the first battle. The third battle in the year 552, Kathinatha is general because of the language she uses, the soldiers could relate to her more than their sergeants. She was the first female troll general ever and more women came in but she wasn’t easy on them. In fact she made this statement, “Is this thingy on? Now look I’m going to ye that the army is not a place for lil’ girls but for strong iron women. I should know. Now there are lot of good things like honor and glory and there are a lot a bad things like rape and killing: the army does both. Anyone who says not, is no woman in the army or they are just covering their ass. Mark my words, if you want to join, you can’t be pretty and soft like gold, you have to be more iron, more like iron, I would say.” By year 561, all nuclear weapons, guns, rifles, and tanks were banned including any kind of gas by the The Peace Adminstration of the World or PAW. PAW did not ban arrows, knives, swords, or explosives. Nuclear weapons and other things were banned because of the effect on the environment, but flour being used to explode things were not banned being flour. For thirty years, PAW had to track down certain outlaws who could use nuclear weapons. PAW banned explosives in warfare in the year 582 but explosives could still be used to tear down houses until the year 602 where General Lothindall, a general for the last king of Goblins, built an abandoned cities and then tore them down hurriedly, killing fifty-three million soldiers and twice that in civilians’ lives.

Year 370

(Year 370)
King Ju’o’Kur: War and destruction sweep across the valley of Minstill like a deadly bolt of Keikeikakolithrell’s wrath much more deadly than our opponent’s god, Jopliopgren. We will not fall under the influence to such blasphemy as to worship another god! Nay, we shall fall under the will of our enemies to be lovers. Our king will rule us who is our god! Our king will lead us into battle and if we die then we will go to Quaz`ima’Tra!

Ju`o`Kur was the king of the Elves of the South and the above is an exerpt of the speech he gave his warriors before sending them into battle of Minstrill. Now the elves had split into three groups: North, South and Adopted Troll. The North and the South only agreed that the trolls should fear them. Dwarves had long gone underground but not all the way. Two other races had bloomed in the year 300 and that was Demon and Daemon. Now Daemons were your ancient angels and demons were the disformed demons which slightly higher level of magic. The North was had enslaved daemons and the South had enslaved demons both called these new races devils which was not only insulting but incorrect. The Adopted Trolls were obviously on the side of the trolls and were only elves to learn troll languages back then. Ancient Troll dialect is very similar to Köönbayan or HedgeKniijht. Now the South and the North had not only split because of region but they also split because of religion. Now the bible of Jopliopgren was written and a new religion was born but the South would rather stick with their old god Keikeikakolithrell, who was naturally like God on A79 or Earth. And I’m sure that the people of the South would be shock to see their heirs carry signs saying “What would Jopliopgren do?” Jopliopigreity (a parallel Christianity and just as corruptible) became one of the main religions of Elves and the god Keikeikakolithrell was long forgotten but don’t worry, there are other religion of elves like Kungoism, Ry’thathocism and Banamar. And machine guns, tanks and mustard gas were created on this year as well! (Yippee)

Year 210

Millions of years go by for Zahayen after it is created by firespirits. The year 0 is when the first recognizable species known as the first trolls, first dwarves, first elves. In the year 0, there are talking animals and plants and trees who do not have the art of storytelling as the elves and trolls seem to do. But In the year 100 war begins between the elves, dwarves and trolls. The trolls are more beautiful than the elves and the dwarves already have a knack for mining, so the elves are the obviously the more inferior race, however the elves make the best weapons and so there is a race for the best and most deadly weapons in the area. The war continues in the 200’s.


(Year 210)
Grek’ai: 34th Day of the Rooster, 2nd year of the Wraerm… Lost in a pit of despair, don’t know where I would be going but I know that it’s dark. The only light is the flickering of new firespirits being born. The earth is still full of lava and molten. It is heaven. The most divine of all places including A79 or that old rock light-years away from us. This planet, I’m personally putting my energy into. I have lots of hope for this new planet. I don’t know what the people will call it but it will grow with the people and they will have to limit the industry at a much more earlier rate than A79…”

Grek’ai’s journals are five out of fifty documentation that were lost because of the war of Dwarves against elves, which was the deadliest of it’s time for the gun (pistol) was invented in the year 199 and was used until 213 where they invented rifles and shotguns. Grek’ai was one of the firespirits still remaining from the creation of the planet and he was very hopeful. A79 is the term for Earth which tells you that firespirits were ahead of everyone else as far as civilization was concerned.

Imagination to Understanding

Lost in a transparency.
Falling and catching myself,
Quietly stepping,
Not creeping,
But maybe sleeping.

Looking at the edge of the world
Did it turn flat?
Who exists still?
Laugh at the people hold onto themselves.

Hope.
Prayer.
Reason.
Fate.
Chance.
Logic.
Death.
Push.

Are these things that make life so much fun?
The theories and hypothesizes,
Of the world,
Will never go without being stated,
So clearly.

Imagine what the world would be
What the world should be
If it could be
Up to all of us
A question asked simply

What if they all came true
Every fictional character to life
Every voice unheard spoke at once
Every little particle was suddenly full of life
What would happen
What should happen

If it could be,
If only
But what if
Could it
Maybe
Possibly
No impossible thing but

And the questions build
As if layered on each other
Towering over the minds of writers
Stories and lives are the same
They are a standard that were set by series of events
Of which were decided by a person
Fate or chance, still decided
And led them to a unique experience
Which no one in the world
Could experience
If they tried

That's the fun in
Living
Writing
Being
Seeing
Listening
Comprehending

Don't Starve Baby

There she was under the stiffness of broken boards, trying to get up to free herself. She had to go home but the boards had cut her and the hunters had came. She had to get home. Her babies was all she could think of. So by miracle she lifted herself and slowly walked away leaving a trail of blood. Each step was painful but she kept on like any mother, she had to feed her children. They were too young to feed themselves. She saw her sister and dropped from exhaustion. She had failed her family. Her sister took the meat in her mouth and ran to the cubs. The hunters found her with blood still warm and oozing from her sides but she had died minutes before they arrived.

Conversation in the Dark

Feet, big feet, much bigger than hers. She is crouching under bunch overturned crates. Another pair of feet come, they are wearing black steel toe boots while the first are wearing brown. She glanced up and the faces of a hooded man with a bearded man were in her view. She sneaked back under the crate. The conversation began:

"Kamukama, you have come. This means you have decided on the choices and what have you chosen?" asked the booming deep voice. It seemed to come from the owner of the brown steel toe boots.

"Yes, Benildo, I have decided. I decided that I will not risk my family anymore than I am already by meeting with you," said the black boots.

"I see. You think I'm a criminal like Eleodoro and Fadi. I thought you were the one person I could turn to," said brown boots.

"No, I think you believe what you are doing is right, but I have seen what you do and that is criminal. I will not risk my family or my position in the city for that," said black boots.

"Fine, you are just a fickle businessman politician like Fadi and Eleodoro!" yelled brown boots. Brown boots walked away. Black boots lights a cigarette and she looks at him, he has dark hair and shades on. She moved slowly and backed under the crates. The black boots left the alley. She sat under the crates and fell asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night, being pissed on. She got up and ran. She went the park and a stranger caught on the arm. She stared into his eyes and he pulled her into the shadows.

Ole Ben Tiger wanted to be a Man

Come to me and gather round
I'll tell you a story that will screw off your heads
Make you surround yourself with sounds
of the dead.

Ole Ben was a tiger in a pen
He was calm and cool
He like catchin' hens
And swimming in his pool.

One day a man came
Dressed Ole Ben in a suit that was so very flashy
It brought the man and Ole Ben fame
Because his stripes and suit was oh so clashy.

Ole Ben really wanted to be a man
The man argued he was to be a cat
Ole Ben ate the man's fan
And the man gave him a top hat.

He was still a party trick
So a woman gave him a kiss
The kiss did the trick
He was a man you couldn't miss!

Be GKG

"Titrr, titrr, saw-ci, saw-ci," goes the pencil on the paper as the girl in front of the library draws. A man comes up to her and taps her on the shoulder. She turns and grins.
"Uncle Troy!" she greets him.
"How's my little devil?" he asks. It had been a long day for the both of them and they walked home down the street.
"Vivi, I want you to be generous, gracious and kind," he said. She nods and they continue walking until a beggar on the street stops them.
"Spare change?" asked the beggar.
"No cretin, leave me alone, I have no change," said Troy.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be gracious and well, he has nothing," she said.
"Okay, okay, here's a twenty. Now let's go get some supper, whaddaya want?" he asked.
"Sandwiches," she said. So he bought both of them sandwiches and they went to the park where there was a scrawny dog and pigeons.
"Rats with wings and some scraggy mutt wants my food," he complained.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you say you ought to be gracious," she said. He rolled his eyes and gave the animals half of his sandwich. Then they continued on his walk. He kicked a man into the street. At the same time a woman was coming towards him.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, you said you ought to be-" said Vivi, right before he shot her. The woman started to run towards him and opened her mouth to say something when he shot her too. The woman turned out to be his sister. The hospital came and Vivi had a concussion and her mother had her leg bandaged. Troy was sent to prison on assult charges.

So remember, be gracious, be generous, be kind but don't annoy people while doing it.

Talking about Ghost Peops

Fun things happen when chatting to roommates but even stranger things when talking to parents. I have this plot line that I started from dolls; it's called the Ghost People. When I showed my mom the pictures of the dolls of the Ghost People, "Oh that's the Ghost People, they been in this house all along and I never knew." I was slightly confused but I was even more confused when my father said they talked about my character, Allan, who is very interesting but I don't know why they would talk about him...