Six Kingdoms: New Beign IV
"What's going on?" Payton asked in fright to the nearest person on the street. He had asked similar questions to nearly a dozen people before but they had all ran off screaming. This man looked at Payton in fear and confusion. He was just as oblivious as Payton.
"The ta'kut," he stammered and shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong with them but people have been saying that they've changed into monsters." He apologized as he ran off towards his home. Payton shook his head. Nothing was making sense. How could the ta'kut change into monsters? But if that was the case then there were going to be problems throughout all of New Beign. Ta'kut literally littered the streets and countryside.
"What the hell is that?" Another oblivious citizen cried as he stared down the street. Payton followed his gaze. A large wolf-like creature bounded towards them. It was black with thick fur that seemed to stick out in br
Nyx Churning clandestine clouds rolled into the desolate lane, bringing with them a bitter humidifying mist that permeated the skin and corrupted one's soul. The moon's luster evanesced as the menacing fog devoured the sky. When all light was quaffed the wind abated and left the deserted lane in a surreal darkness.
"What is this?" I asked my friend Michael. "A ghost story or a weather book?" Michael growled and I felt myself giggling inside. He was cute when he was angry. The way his eyes squinted and his shoulders moved back. It made him look taller and handsome. Michael was a calm person and never seemed to worry. So when he came to me with this book in hand and I saw the look of surprise and fear on his face I couldn't help but take a closer look. But I was starting to regret my decision. There was something about the way Michael hovered over me that made me feel uneasy. He was way to interested in
Good-ByeI'll remember you
I'll remember the way you stretched in the morning
sprawled across the bed
mouth wide, yawning.
Remember when I went to sit back
and fell off your bed?
I'll remember the way you brushed your hair
starting with the small knots on the bottom
wincing when it hurt.
Remember how I hated
that your hair would always get in the way?
I'll remember you walking to school
keeping several feet behind your sisters
just to talk to me.
Remember when I slipped on ice
and lay there in the snow laughing?
I'll remember how you spent your days at school
laughing when Perci ran into a wall
nearly falling asleep in history.
Remember how I kept hitting my head
on your locker?
I'll remember the way you loved cheer
flying in a stunt
you really miss it now.
Remember how I kept distracting you
and you almost fell?
I'll remember how you hated washing dishes
the smell of wet peanut butter
and especially wet chili beans.
Remember how I'd silently stand behind you
making you feel uneasy?
Grazed KneesI like to feel the wind in my face
taking away all my flooding memories
making me free
the squeaky wheel gets the grease
or so i've been told
racing the ground
requires so much breath
i don't think I have enough
you took it all away
sometimes i fail
the board slides out from under me
but i can get up again
physical pain doesn't hurt like emotional
wipe off the dust
why can't life be that easy?
for this moment
i am happy
They're YoursThese hands are mine
Flipping my board
steering towards the next ramp.
These legs are mine
running towards the jump
vaulting 5 10 15 feet into the air
These ears are mine
listening to music
pulling in every beat and rhythm
This voice is mine
Singing our new song
Pouring out the energy and emotion
These eyes are mine
carefully watching you
talking and laughing with your friends.
But this heart belongs to someone else
I gave it away
asking for nothing in return
Look after it for me, will you?
Water Through My FingertipsShall I whisper your name at night
and disturb the beauty of your silence?
Peacefully you rest while I look on in fear:
fear that you will never know my touch,
never know my voice.
At the foot of your bed I argue with myself.
What angel dares torture me so?
To never feel your cheek warm with life
or your hair running like water through my fingers;
I'd rather die a thousand deaths.
The mattress is cold as I lay beside you.
Your familiar scent drifts through my body
making me whole.
Your eyes slowly open
but they see right through me.
I'm but a ghost
come to haunt your perfect life.
You smile and the world around us disappears.
Blindly you search for my hand.
Hiding my pain I let you find it,
though all you feel is air.
Then you sigh and return to dreams of a better world.
I let a single tear escape
but no more.
I wish you no more pain than you're already in.
I move closer;
my lips brush your forehead.
I whisper yet another promise.
Then I'm gone-
gone to another night of pain and sadnes
Who needs an identity?
I'm doing just fine without one.
I can't hate. I can't cry.
I can't worry or sigh.
I can't wait in a corner to curl up and die.
I can't laugh. I can't grin.
I can't praise or sin.
I can't work to be stronger and shoot for the win.
So who needs personality or definition of self?
I'd much rather lay here with no family, no friends
and a life without end.
To be an original and be left alone,
To walk around like I'm just a clone,
That is the way I will live.
I'll live in the muck
and I won't give a fuck.
But now that I think about it...this life sucks.
Six Kingdoms: New Beign III
As usual, Payton was the last to enter the council chamber. He very pristinely fixed his shirt as he sat at the large oval table. All eyes watched him in annoyance as he settled down, appearing far to calm for having made them all wait for so long.
"You better have a good reason for calling a meeting and making the majority of us turn around on the road," a member finally spoke up in anger. Many nodded their heads in agreement. They had been on their way home before being turned back around.
"Reason?" Payton laughed. "I don't even know what this meeting is going to be about." He grinned at their upset faces, taking pleasure in the fact that he could annoy them so easily.
"You have a lot of nerve, youngling!" One representative, the one in charge of money exchange in New Beign, stood from his seat and slammed a fist on the table. "I personally am tired of you acting al
Six Kingdoms: New Beign II
"Tay Tay, wake up!" Mira shook her older brother as he thrashed around in his bed. Payton jumped up with a gasp. His eyes frantically searched the room, still stuck in the nightmare. "You have a bad dream?" Mira asked as she climbed with difficulty up onto his bed. He shrugged and shook his head as his breathing began to calm.
"No, I'm fine," he assured her. "Go back to your room." She grabbed the sleeve of his loose silk shirt, as if that would make it harder for him to send her to her room.
"What did you dream about?" She asked in concern. Payton sighed and decided to humor the girl.
"Fire," he answered truthfully. For it had been about a fire. The fire seemed to have life and it was evil. That was what scared Payton the most, the fact that he could sense an evil aura pouring out of the fire. "And it eats little girls who don't go to bed," Payton quickly added