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...* 

Mountains and the tears they leave behind

In the snow covered mountain peeks, a single log cabin is snow covered. In the snow it looked as if a tree had been cut in two and all was left was the stump of the tree. There lived but one and his left eye was that of a clear blue and his right was that of a dark garnet. His fur was blue as the sky, and as black as coal, his clothing was always covered from head to toe with snow the real color and fabric a mystery that seemed never to be seen. He wore boots on his feet, under his clothing that seemed never to be short of snow was a dark blue loose shirt, white pants. He wasn't custom to having visitors up at in mountain, rarely talked. He walked around the mountain as he was looking for food or perhaps he was just wondering around looking at his trap's and his other device's to help him survive in the cold mountain top. The wind and the snow blowing around as he walked down the mountain reaching the woods as he checked his traps set up for catching food and unwanted guests. Perhaps he would either catch someone to eat or perhaps he would be nice and let them heat their bodies and help them with finding there way around.

One day his traps were set off as he was running to grab his meal for the day, but when he arrived at his traps. He seen something he didn't expect in his trap. It was a small baby as it looked human to him, as the trap was already set off and the little one was laying in the snow and dirt crying aloud. He seen that the child hadn't be struck by the trap, but he wondered if it wasn't indeed a trap for him, as he crouched down against the ground slowly nearing the crying baby. He was on high alert while he was around this child knowing it had not gotten there by itself as it couldn't even walk yet. He stared down at the child, as its small eyes opened up and looked up at him shaking from the cold. His ears twitched, as the screaming child was getting quiet. He had a child of his own once, but it had been a long time ago and they no longer lived. His paws would lower down and scoop up the child as he knew of a village nearby, knowing the ones parents would be wanting it back. He grumbled to himself as he disliked the village and at that the villagers themselves, tho he didn't interact with them he knew they were there. Placing the child against his fur, and under the only piece of clothing he had on his body. The child would quieten and began to sleep as it was getting warm from his body heat, and being out of the cold wind. He made his way to the village he didn't know the name of it as he didn't ever go into it. His journey to the village wasn't that slow as he knew of short cuts to it, as he would sometimes walk around the walls of the village. This time he would walk into the village as it took a few days of searching the village as he couldn't find the parents of this small child, but he would take the time to gather things to help feed this strange little child. He would continue his search as he knew each moment that went by if he was the parent of this child he would be searching from night to day not sleeping until he found his child once again.

[little backstory of his life.]

Long ago as the moons and suns would rise and fall. Ludo once had a family, in the mountains, he would proud to have such a family a son, and daughter. His mate he would only look upon as her beauty was far from words to describe. Perhaps it is best to start off in the beginning before he had a family or a mate. The night had a chill in the air, as the snow was falling down harder than usual. 

It was usually falling during the night and clear in the day, but it had been snowing all day and night. Ludo was out checking on his traps and disabling a few of them, as the snow was getting deep enough his traps wouldn’t work. As he walked along the snowy drifts he came upon a small trail. He followed it thinking it may be a injured animal or one that was wondering around in search of food. He would soon come upon a female laying in the snow being covered halfway in snow. 

He huffed as his body was bare and the snow was packed up against the warmth of his body. At first she didn’t move, but when he got closer to her. She spoke to him begging and pleading for him to help her. As he would have killed her for being even near his territory. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, they soon would arrive at a stump on the top of the mountain. He placed her in front of a fire in the middle of his stump home. 

Inside he didn’t have furniture, but fur blankets to help keep him warm even on the coldest of nights. At first they didn’t get along at all as both tried to kill each other, but after the days and months went on. They had begun to feel for each other, even if they were two of a different kind. She was a elf, and he was those that were called a wild one.

One day after they had children, she had taken the children to the village to gather things that they needed. Days went by and days turned into a month, as he had seen his mate and children. He knew it sometimes took a while when she was in the village, one night he walked down  to the village. When he got to the village he found that they had died, their children’s dead body’s were being burned. His mate was nowhere to be found as he had looked for many days, his search stopped when he seen her body laying in a lake floating on the surface of the water.

His heart was broken as he grabbed her out of the water, and burned her as he knew it was her way she wanted it to be. He would return to the mountain as he wasn’t heard from again. As he was naked all the time, the last time he had been seen he was wearing a piece of clothing, many had wondered where he got such a thing. When the two were together she had made him a large poncho like shirt so he could stay warmer in the cold as she had made it out of some clothing he had laying around in the home. He would come back  one day from a hunt and there she was laying on the ground sleeping waiting for his return.

He would cover her with the cloth she had made him. She awoke when he placed it onto her body. She would then take the cloth and placed it around his torso telling him about the clothing and giving it to him as a gift of their love. He never took the clothing off his body as it was like a second layer of fur for him.

Moomba adventures Chapter one: Tink?

Moombas generally possess red fur-covered bodies. Standing at about a meter in height, they get around by running or walking on all fours, but can stand on their hind legs when stationary. Their paws are oversized in comparison to their bodies. Each possessing sharp claws which, coupled with sharp teeth, can be used for defense. They are unable to speak human language as a whole, but can be taught to speak individual words.

                       Moombas mainly use expressive body language to convey their meaning to humans, but have no difficulty communicating with other Moombas and Shumi in more animalistic sounds. Moombas can recognize people by smelling or licking their blood.

"Did you not see their noble features? Their gem-like eyes revealing innocence? Their bright red hair symbolizing passion? Their spectacular hair signifying power! Their soothing, adorable cries! Their mighty hands with incredible strength! Their proud postures demanding respect!" -a sculptor's quote of Shumi village-

                         Walking around on all fours, his tail would sway left to right enjoying the start of the day. The feeling of the air brushing against his fur, the sun bringing a shine to his fur. His eyes looking up at the sky watching the clouds slowly make there way to the west, soon sitting on the sand. He was a slave of the Galbadia's Prison fixing the equipment of the soldiers, and the electronics of the prison. The enjoyment of the day was soon destroyed as a wrench would swirl in the air and hitting the Moomba in the head. A annoyed angry voice shouted out, "GET TO WORK!" it was a solider as the Moomba would squeak out in pain.

                     Rubbing his head with his paws as it hurt, his gentle eyes began to tear up. His paws grabbed the wrench placing it into his mouth, ran on all fours to the door behind the solider. Stopping at the door as it opened, quickly running in before the soldiers foot could kick him for being outside when it was time for work. Running past other moomba`s working on machinary and the building on this massive prison. The Galbadia's prison was large in stature, it was a free moving prison. Meaning it moved from one place to another, making it a hard place to escape and another hard place to infuriate. It was a prison where they kept the ones unwanted, getting back to where he stopped working to go look outside for a moment. There was a guard with a large whip gripping it in his hand, watching the moomba's as they worked.

                          The moomba soon skidded a bit along the floor as his claws dug into the steal floor under him stopping. The guard held up the whip, before flicking it around snapping it along the Moomba’s face making his skin under his fur crack along the length of the whip. After years of working in the prison, he had been stricken with that whip many times a day when he deserved it and when he didn't. His short muzzle was covered in pieces of fur that wouldn't grow back as they were scars from being whipped. He was taught to walk on two legs so he could carry boxes, and other things around in the prison. He didn't like walking on two legs, but it grew on him as he would sometimes walk on his hind legs, but never around any soldiers or guards that didn't need him. Around his neck was a collar that the guards had on him with a name tag, in bronze lettering would be the name ‘Tinker’

                         One guard had given to him that name for being one of the few moomba's still alive and working on the prison. After the fall of the prison however, he found himself walking around aimlessly soon, sitting down upon a mound of sand. He panted feeling the ground beneath him shaking, tumbling off of the top of the mound sliding down the sand upon his stomach. Making a exhausted squeak upon, before seeing a shadow coming from behind him. The shadow began growing up into the air slowly turning his head seeing the head of a Abyss worm staring back at him. Its body swirling around aggravated by the moomba`s actions for its mound. Its head lifted from the mound coiling up in the air, before swinging its body towards him. Hopping up to his paws jumping away to dodge away from the attack. It had been a bit late to react as such as he get smacked upon his torso, tossing him back to the ground with a hard thud into the sand. Landing upon his back which smacked the box against his back as well giving the pain of the fall more pain than he wanted to embrace.

                           Growling in his throat, rolling onto his feet slowly stepping back and away from the worm, not wanting anymore from it just wanting to get out of the desert. Watching as the worm began to coil back up again. He bolted away not wanting to be hit again from the worm. The worm stayed coiled for a moment before returning to the mound making the ground shake around the mound and then in the distance. Other mounds began showing up as he was fleeing for his life. How many were coming after him, he didn't know nor did he want to stay to find out. His paws moved as fast as they could  in any direction that was pointed away from the mounds. The weather was becoming to be against him as well, as a swirling sand storm came crossing his path closing his eyes. Diving into the storm head first his body pelted with the sand below him. He continued moving his paws, soon not feeling anything under them as his head rammed into a Belhelmel's flat surface as it was still in the air, behind it was a Blood Soul cowering behind it to get protection from the sandstorm. The blades still swirling around its head, as it held a smiling face but with its eyes closed, looking upon them both. He was amazed to see the companionship of the two different, but were together at the same time.

                          Taking advantage of the sandstorm and hid behind the Belhelmel's shield like body, keeping low to the ground so he hoped not to be noticed by the two. The howling winds began calming down peeking out from behind the Belhelmel's body as a Cactaur came bouncing in on the wind. Coward behind the Belhelmel's body even more hoping not to be noticed, before long he felt a stinging sensation upon his paw. Small needle like quails were covering up his front paws. The small Cactaur was throwing its needles against the Belhelmel, and the blood soul as it came out of hiding in the sandstorm. The Belhelmel's body soon moved back and forth in the air swaying back and forth as if dodging the attack from the Cactaur. Leaving him open for the attacks, the blood soul opening its mouth spewing up a black cloud that moved towards the Cactaur. The face upon the Belhelmel had changed into a angry face, from the happy face it held before. Making note of the change and from the battle right in front of him he wanted no part in it, high tailing it the other way as the winds soon died down enough for him to open his eyes to see where he was going battered and exhausted making his way around the desert. It took him a few days of dodging and fleeing from other animals both large and powerful.

                           He carried a small box with him, where ever he went strapped to his back covering up a small patch of fur. After the desert he could look out at the green grass that seemed to go on forever. The grass feeling soft, and cool different from the hot rocky sand of the desert sitting down at the edge of one and the beginning of the other. He curled his toes on one side, then curled his other toes on the other side. the difference of which it sounded, and the feeling of the grass was more relaxing and inviting than the sand. Twitching of his ears at the new noises, it had been a long while since he had heard of anything like it. 

Walking upon all fours as the box upon his back would sway back and forth as his weight shifted. It didn't take him long until he found himself in a forest the trees he looked at in wonder and amazement. Coming close to one, he used his claws to poke soon trying to move the tree. It was sturdy and the rough bark on the outside was damp, as the ground beneath him was damp as well. Lowering his head sniffing the ground as he began lapping up from a small puddle he had found under a leave that was dripping water down from the sky. His tongue lapping up the water seeming like forever, since he had anything to drink.

                           His enjoyment was interrupted as his face was forced down into the puddle, the mud and muck sticking to his muzzle. Squeaking as his limbs flailed about, before pulling his head out of the water. Gasping for air, and growling quickly looking around for who ever or whatever pushed his head in the water. His heart pounding vigorously nothing was around, as he stayed where he was for a moment. Shaking and pawing off the mud from his muzzle. His eye was closed with his paw over his muzzle pushing off the mud, 'tweet' a sound came from above. Freezing for a moment at the new noise, 'tweet' once again it sounded. His eye shot open looking over his paw as if he was hiding behind it and camouflaged with the tree behind him. He couldn't see anything where was this sound coming, slowly lifting his ears up to listen more intently. 'TWEET' his ears shot back to his head, looking up as perched upon his head was a chocobo.

                            It was a baby chocobo its feathers matted, sticking out here and there. Comfortably standing upon his head before he growled and began shaking his head. The feet of the chocobo was out of balance, moving around back and forth before falling off his head and tweeting with distress running around in circles upon the ground. Ears shooting up watching this small chocobo tweeting with such distress about being upon the ground. Lifting up his paw agitated upon the baby chocobo pressing it down upon the ground the sound stopped. Blinking his eyes in disbelief before lifting his paw after a while before the chocobo would run around upon the ground once again tweeting with distress. Standing back up on his paws walking away from the chocobo knowing that the bigger chocobo's would soon be coming to protect this small chocobo.

                        The tweeting stopped, once he was leaving his ears almost couldn't believe it. After a moment turning his head to see what the chocobo was doing now. He seen no chocobo upon the ground, but seen it laying upon the top of his box on his back. Growling and squeaking at the baby to get off, the only response he got was a content tweet. Growling as he now had a chocobo that wouldn't leave him alone, wondering where were the adult chocobo's at. He had been around adult chocobo's a few times, when it was his turn to feed the chocobo's at the prison.

                       His body was tired from all the running and fighting, he had been through. Looking around with awe still amazed at the forest he was in now. Thinking it may be good to find a place to lay down, even for just a moment or two. 'Tweet' he heard from his back, huffing through his nose as he looked at a tree for a moment looking up seeing it was a large tree the moss covering the base of the tree, and all along its limbs. Tail swaying back and forth as his claws gently began digging at the soil under his paws. Before another tweet was heard he pounced as far as he could against the tree, from there he began hopping to each limb of the tree. A few times almost missing the limb and scrapping with his claws climbing up the tree until he reached the top of the tree.

                      Looking around as he seen far into the distance the plains, hills and mountain were all he could see the colors in the horizon was breath taking. The swirling purples with a hazy orange danced around on the horizon. His ears lowered at the sight 'has it been so long?' he thought to himself staring at the colors and the scenery all around him. The chocobo upon his back would hop its way onto his head shifting and scooting a bit as it laid down upon his head between his ears. Lowering his brow as the moment had been ruined by the chocobo, soon lashing his head back making the chocobo hop off his head and fluttering its wings around trying to fly for a moment until clinching onto a branch of the tree.

                      Grabbing a limb from another tree as he began tying them together making a hammock upon the tops of the trees. He had to hurry as his light was growing dim, as time went by the progress upon his bed had soon been complete. He had done the same while in the prison when he hid from the guards having his own spot to rest. The other moomba's would occasionally rest with him as well, some even took turns resting in the spot when one of them was sick. Finishing the bed, gripping the box from his back and placed it upon its side as he curled up around it sitting his head down upon the cold box.

                      Patiently waiting as the chocobo had hopped, and climbed up into the bed. Fluffing up its feathers makings itself look bigger cuddled up to the side of his belly and plopped down beside him resting with him in the bed he had made. At the base of the trees the forest's noises would continue as monsters, and beasts continued roaming all along the ground of the forest through the night.
[under construction will add more]

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.

Seasons of the devourer

Leaning back holding himself up from the ground, castes a line out into a river from a fishing pole. The pole was sturdy enough made out of different tree types. The maple made the handle, as oak would firmly connect into the maple narrowing into some cedar making the tip of the pole. The shade from the tree behind him, felt nice in the heat that was coming from the ground beneath. His nose twitched back and forth resisting an itch that came upon it. His pants having holes in the knees, and another one on the side of his right leg. Allowed a gentle breeze to touch his skin the breeze felt great against his skin on a day like today. His fishing pole held firmly in the grasp of his hands as his eyes were closed. He could have more of a sensible feeling through the pole telling the difference between a fish and the current under the waters surface. The blades of grass that he felt touching the heel of his feet felt like a soft touch of a cool finger.

His shoes were back at the tent which he made his home, out in the woods he lived sharing what he could with what or whoever came across his own little haven. The nights were long and the days seemed to only get shorter and fewer. Leaning against his invisible chair as his hair dangled down to the ground knotted each strained held onto the other. He hadn't shaved for sometime since he had been out in the wilderness. He had nobody to impress or try to woe, as he usually never did anyways. He only had himself to look after, which was fine with him as he only catch enough to feed one and some days none. The air smelled of pine, from the trees up wind being actual pine trees which he laid under with his tent when it was on its way to be winter. Right now it was still warm and it allowed him to roam around the forest to himself and do more to relax and do as he pleased.

The shirt he wore was split across the chest, along with a scar that followed. He received from a few months ago from a kind animal that he had encountered. He hadn't seen the animal since then so perhaps him being here made the other look elsewhere for food, or at least they stayed out of each others way. Opening up his eyes, the hazel from his eyes told only some of the things he had dealt with in his life, and so far. His gaze was upon his fishing pole a few cracks here and there from the many times he had used the pole for catching fish and laying traps for smaller animals. Rubbing his nose the itch that was inflicted on his nose had gone now only irritation remained.

Soon closing his eyes back once more, as he was relaxing. His breathing was slow and calm having crossing his legs slightly in front of him. In his mind he thought of what he was going to do all the day, perhaps only fish this once. He had other things that needed doing, but they would have to wait until he had something in his stomach. For a short while his head began to ring with the sound of music, he had made his own songs up in his head. They were only for him to use and play as even if they sounded the best in his head he couldn't sing them. He was told far too much he hadn't the voice for such things, so alone he sang them in his head.

The end of the line began slightly jerking to the side, his hands held onto the pole eyes still closed. He wasn't ready for this just yet relaxing as he took a deep breath slowly letting it pass through his lips. "Okay.." he mouthed lifting up the pole towards him. He gave a sudden jerk back over his shoulder, "COME HERE YOU FISHY BITCH!!" He yelled out in a mumble of words. The pole bending as the line was tight tugging and pulling the war had begun. He commented to himself, laughing with a wide grin, only once did what was upon the other side of the line would splash up above the surface. The seconds that passed when he seen with his own eyes what he had.

The sun rays seemed to bask in the glow of what appeared upon the other side of the line. His mouth open in wonder and delight at the sight, for a moment he thought to himself that his pole may not be enough for such a thing. His eyes would say a different story glancing at the pole a flame sparked in his eyes. 'Oh yes!!' they screamed out at the wonder and delight of what seemed to be a dream coming from the waters surface.

[under construction will add more when I finish the next half]

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.'