a poem attempt

Names stand out in my head, when I think of the dark days. The lights were dim those days that followed after. The light they shined found nothing to reflect back against. The dark days were a blurr upon the mind of those that don't remember but those that do remember it as they remember it well enough to not wish to remember. The names upon those were my own but that was not until latest of days. The darkness upon the hearts of those found and destroyed when we all just wanted to help. One by one they fell some struggled and fought to stay upon the light. The last of the days there was only one, one stood alone having the names upon their head and heart etched in like a hot stack upon the heart. The last to fall fell harder than the rest, darkness took upon itself to be cruel to the last instead of a swift demise it was slow and painful. Every inch of darkness that lurked crawling slowly towards them. Slowly crushing the light from within, the nightmare of the dark days were only the beginning. Those that it took earlier on were comfortable and cozy in the darkness sneaking around and manipulating those that were being taken. The life in the darkness was good to them, good enough to make there hearts and minds to forget the light. It burnt and hurt to remember, the darkness was a terror, but now a pleasant friend that comes around enjoying its popularity growing within each it consumes. I stood there watching them in terror all those I have come to be friends inside the darkness not knowing what they are doing or just not wanting to know. Men and women taking each others hearts and breaking them to their own will. My heart etched and broken it held upon the only light left I have found. I cling to it regardless of what darkness seems to sneak its way upon it. Somehow the light finds its way inside to keep the body sane to live another night in the darkness. Seeing the darkness over taking those that have come close enough to hug and hold upon. Pieces of my heart I tear off to give to them so they will know even the smallest amount of light in their life. Standing alone once more holding onto the smallest piece of light I can muster to help brighten the world, it is only a fool with his foolish dreams of a beautiful world with smiling faces where the word love, beautiful isn't slung around with no meaning anymore. The light going up was always the one thing to prevail over the darkness, but being grown your taught to wield it to your own pleasures and purposes. Where the kindness's of others is looked down upon, and where gentlemen are labeled as creeps or laughed at as they pour out what they believe is true. to only be corrected by either man/women claiming they are sexist. The darkness has battled the light since the beginning but now the darkness has won, and the light is being swallowed up tortured upon its own kind killing off all that stand in its way.

Unknown bag "Baggy"

A lone bag sat up against a pole in the dark. It looked as if it were new, or perhaps someone had taken great care of it. The bag was closed, two loop straps were upon the top. It looked like a normal bag perhaps for a student busy with errands and homework lost the bag. Perhaps it was a business man/women on a business trip misplacing the bag you had found. The night was cold as the wind blew, picking up the bag thinking perhaps you could find out who it belonged too. On your way home, walking along with the bag in arm wanting to wait until you could get to a more reliable phone than your cellphone. The minutes and reception would be horrible now, losing them may make it so nobody else could get a hold of you of an emergency.

Getting to the door of you home, you unlock the door and pant slightly. It was still a quite a walk from and to places without a vehicle to get you there. Pushing the door open as its creak would sound like you just walked into a dungeon. Covering your ears with a huff, thinking 'someday I will fix that door.. along with everything else that needs fixing around here.' Placing your keys upon the table, and tossing the bag along with your own bag upon the table as well. Taking off your coat and tossing it upon the chair, you sat down exhausted from the day of work, and then the walk home. 'Two more days' You yawn out of your mouth covering it up with your left hand noticing the time. "Awww.. dammit.. in the morning." Standing back up, as you head to the bathroom to take a shower and then head to bed.

[under construction will add more]

Random quotes often said

*Ludobiter is feeling better as he stands up posing "This cup of tea is no normal tea it is the tea of the awesomeness, the aroma of a beautiful women on a field of wild flowers! None can smell or taste that which, I have just tasted for this single cup can heal the wounded. Make any and all your cares or worries disappear for it is the cup, and it shall give you the taste of the heavens that came down in a explosive rainbow of a storming sky!!" he continues to pose differently with each phrase he said. He soon sits down as he sips his tea sighing in relief. 
*Ludobiter sighs as he stars off into space as he thinks romance and corny lines have gone like sand thru an hour glass these are the days of our lives... blinks as he sighs shaking his head hating how soup operas theme songs are always catchy.. 

smirked a bit "Nope just wanting passion and heat to burn with a thousand swords and to be felt like riding thru a hail storm while passionately and romantically making love on the roof of the home both you and your partner built and now sharing a heated passion that could never end!!" 

*Ludobiter stands up posing on his couch "The theme should be something burning with passion and grace like a gentle women having a luscious body and creative mind!!!" 

*Ludobiter watches his favorite show the days at the bar soon an announcer comes in and beings talking about the sponsors "Todays bar scene was brought to you by Fruitcake!! the cake you can eat all year long!!! and also by doubblemint gum when one piece of minty ass is just never enough new bubble gum flavor!" 

*Ludobiter gently places a rose in hir lap "This rose shall rule with love and with force. Like the rose you shall be filled with love" placing his paw on hir shoulder "But fear not you have the fire the burning passion that will set the fires of liquid hot magma into a burning sea of sweaty hot passion which you have inside your rose." He raised his other paw up into the air "And with the rose your love and force shall bring lovers to their knees. bowing to you with love and their hearts overflowing with the awesome power of the rose." 

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AH Yes toast the early morning breakfast food, which isn't really breakfast as it is just fast not need for breaking as it is already there, gone as you pick up from the toaster and put it on your plate it is already cold, gone when you reach to the table you bargain to eat it at only to get up and either do it all over again or give up and place the plate you just wasted into the sink of other wasted plates, spoons, sporks, knifes, other household kitchen needs..... *takes breath...* 

Ludo #1 original story

    Staring at the things he had on him out in front of himself. He looked at the license in his wallet seeing his age, weight, height, and there it was.. an address he didn't notice it before, being so confused, he quickly grabbed a phone book in his apartment, looking through the book trying to find his name to see if perhaps he had a number to call. He wondered was a family man was he a father, how many kids did he have if he was, who was going to answer the phone? As he looked through the book he found one number to his name, his paw shook nervously as he reached to use the apartment phone. He slowly dialed the number into the phone as his mind and thoughts raced in his head.. ring.... ring... ring...

                              He began to sweet as the answering machine picked up it was his voice. "Hey this is Ludo Biter... I'm not here right now so leave a message after the beep.. You know the one that's com-" He was cut off as it beeped, saying nothing to the answering machine but he called again maybe there was someone in the background like a girlfriend or something.. Nothing. H e heard nothing, just his voice, he frowned having his hope's up for nothing... He was alone, he was single perhaps he could find some family around. He still had the phone book open as he looked down there was just his name, he had no family in this place. He shook his head as he didn't want to go to his home.. his empty home, he chuckled "Maybe.. pictures yeah pictures will be there and everything.. I will be able to remember if only I could get there." He looked at the address in the phone book, he looked in shock, it was a different address than the one on his license.

                           He had two different addresses, perhaps one of these addresses is his old place he used to live maybe he still had a chance. He grabbed his things as he left his apartment still soaking wet as he called for a cab to take him to those addresses. He first stopped at the one on his license, since it was the closed saying the cab driver. He look at the house as it was an warehouse with a large gate and fence all around it, maybe this was his business place where he worked. He told the driver "alright I have seen enough take me to the other address." As the driver drove away he kept staring at the warehouse in disbelief, smiling to himself. After a while they come upon this large house not a mansion but a two story country style house.

                           He smiled to himself "Wow.. this is it.. my home." he said in more disbelief he was at the one in the phone book stepping out of the cab and paying the driver he walked up to the door. He unlocked the door remembering and laughing as he was remembering where the hidden key was. He took a deep breath as he shook nervous about looking inside he glanced over at the garage noticing there was two vehicles by the garage. He slowly opened the door as he stepped in looking around, closing the door behind him he felt like a stranger in a strangers home. He calm and it felt like home as he looked around for someone anyone else, but none were found he was alone. He frowned looking for pictures to show him with someone anyone.. There was one above his living room fireplace, it was him with his mother.

                           She had her arm wrapped around him in a embrace as she was smiling, and so was he giving the camera a peace sign. He frowned as he gently touched the picture "Mom.." he had a flashback as he was alone at the funeral of his mothers. He frowned he was alone he never knew his father or had any siblings. He sat on his couch, looking at the picture "I'm home, mom.." He began to smile a bit. He soon began to look around once more being curious about his home and the life he once had. He soon caught a glimpse of something under a chair in the corner as he soon stood up and walked over tilting his head wondering what it could be. As he approached he wondered to himself ‘What the heck is that… and why is it over here.’

                            The chair in the corner had a small table next to it, soon he knelled down onto his knees as he bend over looking under the chair. Sticking his arm under the chair, as it felt cold and metallic. Pulling it out as he looked at it as it was a picture frame, he turned it around soon dropping it on the floor. As he had a flashback once more of the people in the picture, which it was a family portrait, it was of him, a female, and baby. He shook his head as his eyes flood with tears as he placed his paws on his ears as the flashback continued to play over and over again in his head as he cried out. The picture showed him in a suit sitting down next to a female rabbit as they were both smiling and holding a baby in their arms. Both were touching each others heads together as they looked as if they both were going to kiss. The baby had a smile on its face as it had both its arms up in the air. The baby had stripes like him but had long ears like the rabbit.


                            A year had passed a he had ran away from the place he had just got back calling a home. He was now in a deep forest away from the cities, he built a home underground. A storm raged on the surface, the winds blowing roughly. A door was the only thing in sight other than tree’s and other things blowing in the wind,  it led to the underground, as it was closed tightly but was unlocked so anyone could come inside. The hallway that leads down into the ground was like a tunnel having a dim light to guide you down. Soon being brought to a door which was also unlocked as well, opening the door it would lead to a living room with a few couches. There was a hallway thru the living room that held rooms going deep down into the ground. There was a fireplace in the living room where wet or cold travelers could sit and dry, warm up. There is a large table in the living room filled with drinks, food.

                      The towels to dry off were down the hall, the rooms each had their own cabinet, chest, closet, dresser. The cabinet was empty and so was the chest, but the dresser usually had clothing in it so the guest could have a change of clothing. Newly added a basement that leads down into the ground, is at the end of the hallway.

Autumn leaves

When I look through the ceilings leaves you look so peaceful in the breeze. When I wait for you to come to me I imagine everyone flying teasing me for loving you like I do you are my autumn leaf nothing else can do. why can't I get to you? The feeling of so blue the clouds overhead are moving slow I'll try one last time to let you know... That autumn leaves are a breeze the snow falls and the rain leaves us alone so maybe one time we can go see those autumn leaves. Jumping and screaming I let out to let you know my heart it beats like a passing band playing the autumns leaves. In the clouds up so high up you can see the earth below you as you blow. 

The breeze comes and takes you away, with many more leaves you play, with in the sky and on the ground. All I can do is keep from blocking your way, thou I wish to also play. Perhaps even more, but my world won't let it go pulling me back in it does yearly. In a cage so dark and gloomy I sit and wait for you my autumn leaf, perhaps to see you before you leave. The window is so dirty now, as I sit here without a sound my cage like new no way to show. Nobody in or out for many many days all alone I seem to stay, catching glimpses of other leaves. They wave to me from the outside, but I only wanted one to be inside with me. As they bounce at my door, blowing around I can hear them some more. They soon blow away as I reach out of my cage to feel and touch perhaps only just once of a autumn leaf. 

Many things I see outside the windows around me, sorrow fills me as I shake and cower in my cage I stay. Maybe one day maybe today. The colors of the autumn leaves are beauty. Some flaunt it in he breeze passing my me. I do not wish to take part in that, I wish only for perhaps one autumn leaf to be where I am at. Sitting down waiting and watching, my autumn leaf departed past my window I see it float my autumn leaf is gone no more for me. Madness rises from my cage, as I sit the day away darkness grows around my windows creep. Badness evil comes to take, I sit in my cage where I am safe. Safe for only a moment or two, before pulling and tugging upon my cage comes two and then many more pulling me down to darkness's untold.

 My eyes and ears, see and hear of many things as my mind begins to think of different things. Bound and tortured they strip the flesh, my bones pealing out of my chest. The pain is numb for it is not the worse, but cursed to be forever lost in pain. Many darkness I have seen many darkness I have heard, but the worse darkness is to be kept away from my autumn leaves. How I wish I should have opened my door for those autumn leaves, to take me away from this place. This darkness of my own cage, alone I sit darkness stays with me no matter where I go. Darkness delivers me to those that wish it, my autumn leaves are all gone now. No more staring and wishing, as they all blew away blew away from my home. I am out of my cage looking around my home the windows I clean, the floor I sweep, the things I have I keep and take care of. But looking through the windows I see nothing but sand. Sand and no other home, I am alone here and now I miss my autumn leaves.

Weather

Just now thinking about it, it came to my brain. Some people never seen snow, never seen the landscape covered in it or felt the wind from it or even ice as it covers the landscape as well. I am sad, for a friend of mine lives in Florida never seen snow.. so close but yet so far.. Another from southern Australia again never seen snow before, but then I have never seen many things either. If I could describe the beauty and the ugliness that is snow/ice I would. Perhaps I will even edit this later when I find the words that best suit it. They say a picture says a thousand words, it may say that many but going out seeing it with your own eyes, feeling the wind blow against you face the smell the noises. All your senses rushing after and before engulfing yourself in it says more words than I can muster. If I could say what the landscape's of ice/snow are I would say only two words 'true beauty.'