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Life is a puddle of mud, things happen either at the surface or in the deep. The sickness thrives through ones head and into their heart. The spikes of roses roll down their veins scratching along down until there is no more blood to bleed. What happens to you when you die is what happens when you live. Nothing changes the only thing that happens is your heart stops beating and you can't feel the pain that you've carried along the way with a smile. Cause nothing can break you only your own beasts make it so your blood runs more than you can give. Cause that's what you are born to do give until it hurts then when you filter through the pain you give even still no matter the cost. Things happen that's what we tell ourselves forgetting that we are no better than those we protect and give there is no middle ground only caskets with holes to drain out what's left to give even in death.

November rains

November is the month I lose it it's my daughter's birthday each year I cry. She is growing up so much and here I am not being in her life cause of reasons. Which I'd rather not get into but here it is year 9.. she's going to be 9 so much I have missed. I have tried my best to keep on my feet to be able to do things but this year... This year I'm making it I'm actually making I'm doing what I can but she is still on my mind always. I got something for her birthday but I'm worried what do you get a 9 year old girl.. I'm out of this.. I dunno what to do but all I can do is try so... take a deep breath and let's do this.

The Collar

Waking from a night of tricks and treats, stomach grumbling from all the sugar not enough nutrient's. My eyes glazed blurry, slowly I turn in bed finding his arm coiling it around me like a protective shield. It was warm and enticing how it felt against my body enchanting. Smiling happily to myself as my ear is now against the side of his chest. The air leaving and entering his lungs along with his heart beat was like a symphony of lullabies. Feeling my eyes become heavy as i'm protected even from the worse of nightmares. His heart beat leading the band in stride, only a few times would it sound off beat. Wrapping my arms around his arm, to the side of his body so much love flowing off of his body like a waterfall I drown in happily.

I can't rest not now the day like is creeping up in through the window. I feel it's persistent sting of the day hours coming. Opening my eyes once more seeing his body at peace dreaming sleeping. I can't help but stare so much I want to say to him, so much I wish to be for him. My eyes water with joy, before wiping them with the corner of the blanket he had wrapped us in for the night. Slowly shimmying down the bed not wanting to wake him, knowing the rough day's and nights that will come. Sitting on the floor as I cover my mouth with a yawn of exhaustion wanting to go back to sleep. Rubbing my eyes pushing away the eye gunk adjusting my eyes to the light in the room. Reaching over and closing the shades more so he wouldn't be disturbed from the light. Stretching out my body as I stand feeling my body screaming for more rest, but I must resist.

Seeing the nightstand next to the bed, seeing a collar. It laid there untouched or moved in so long. It was not my collar, but I wish it to be someday the strap was adjustable the texture of it was smooth like silk for a collar. There was one piece of jewelry on it and it was the danglie. A red jewel in the shape of a heart with a dark outline around it with small spikes. I have awoke to stare at this collar a few times when the light would shine in and reflect off the heart. It was shinning all the love and warmth that was sealed inside such a jewel. My eyes would tear wanting to feel that around my neck to know that all the love and warmth was with me all the time forever, ever. Today was a good day though, and hopefully today would be the day he'd put it on me.

Walking out of the bedroom only wearing my panties that hugged my curves. Still a bit groggy, but there are things to be done and hopefully before he wakes. Going to the bathroom was my first stop, before washing up heading into the kitchen. My stomach growling now from hunger, from all the delicious treats that I consumed the night of Halloween. That was our holiday, Valentines is great, Thanksgiving is okay, Christmas is gloomy but Halloween is where we can act like a goof and devious then get candy! I'm all in for it, but this morning was a much needed nutrient's and food that will help our bodies recover from candy coma's. My thoughts were on food, but mainly on the collar there have been day's I have fantasied about wearing it when. He is at work and walking around the house cleaning, looking at myself in the mirror talking to my self saying things like, "Oh? this old thing, oh well yes... doesn't it look beautiful... oh no no my man got me this.." then laugh at myself in the mirror and say, "bitch this is mine he is mine so you can never be this fabulous" I laugh at myself while cooking.

I jump and scream when two arms wrap around my waist, but my heart melts when I hear in my ear. "Well.. hello there milady." His voice soothing speaking in one of the accent's he does. I stumble over my words, "oh.. moo.. melo... morning" I feel a tender kiss upon my neck as his facial hair tickled my skin, but his lips lightly touching my neck. Made a shiver go up my spine as goosebumps were forming from his touch. "My little moo moo is up early." Blushing as he called me that, he would always find little names to just make the day seem like a fairy tale. Today was little moo moo apparently, without thinking I opened my mouth, "m-mooo" I let out softly and embarrassed.

His arms let my body slowly feeling along my belly then to my sides. I leaned into his touch while cooking almost forgetting I was. Before feeling a nudge from his pelvis against my panties. "You're going to burn it... pay attention" He said before looking back at the food and jumped slightly going back to cooking with a squeak. Oh he was so mean sometimes, as he left me at the stove letting me cook. Glancing over at him, he was naked seeing him walking away as I grin. "morning sexy butt" I called out to him as he turned around covering his butt. "good morning... I meant pay attention to cooking.. not my booty" I couldn't help but giggle as the food was being cooked.

Thought of him would continue, as we ate finally dressed in some clothing relaxing in the living room. My day would go from the best ever to the worst. Looking at him as I tear up, "please don't go.." I held onto his arm leaning against him. "I have to.. got to work ya know?" He said nodding my head I knew he had to work, but it would be so long before he would be home again. He would leave home and go to work, but he wouldn't be home in three months or more. We get to talk to each other everyday by phone and if he can make it happen over the internet on a program like skype. The day's he would be home seemed to go by so fast, but slow at the same time. Holding onto his arm as he held onto me with his other arm. It was his last day home each time it was the same. We would hold each other like we wouldn't let go I once asked him for a collar.

I have that now but it isn't the collar I want to have that lays dormant in our room. I have stuffed animals that I line my bed with each one from him every time he would come home with another. Each one smelled like him as I pretend that I was the stuffed animal when it was with him. Watching over him as he slept and seeing him work from the comfort of his bed. Listening in on our conversations on the phone while he worked. Listening to him yelling at cars that cut him off, or were being stupid. He works hard, each and everyday for me for him for everything and everyone. Touching my collar I have as I held onto his arm then letting go of his arm and wrapping my arms around his waist keeping him close. "I love you" I say muffled from my face being against his stomach, "I love you too" He replied time I want to stand still just to have one more hug.

When he left for work, I cried in bed piling on the stuffies all over me. "I want you back!" I scream out it was hard to say good bye. My arms wrapped around the first stuffie he gave me it was huge as I could wrap its arms around me and curl up in a ball under it. I would use this stuffy to dress up having his shirts and underwear that would mysteriously dissappear when he would do laundry. He knew I liked his scent but it was something that stuck around for days to make the days he worked a bit easier to go through. I can see the collar on the nightstand, remembering first time I seen it. I put it on and had it on while in front of him I had never seen him so angry, and hurt. I was punished for it that day, when it was all over he held me in his arms. He told me what that collar meant to him, and everything that it would entitle. I didn't know how much a object could mean so much to someone.

Reaching out from under the avalanche of stuffies the tip of my finger touched the heart shaped jewel as my finger could feel the spikes all around the heart. "I will wait for you" I said sending my love to him hoping he could feel it through the heart.

My song

I just want to see you
Just want to hear you say my name
just wanna be with you
Can you hear me
I'm talking to you again
My minds made up my thoughts are racing to sin again
The most I've loved you was when we had each other wrapped in eternal oblivion
Wake me, wake me with your sweet caress
Take me take me unwilling rest
My chest it pounds a sound that unrelents
The love I had it was for you
Can you hear me now can you see me now I cry for you
You let the best thing go
It's all for love you sat let what you love truly let it go
But that's not me I don't stop or slow I just move forward on the road I go
Another comes and I glisten waiting for a right time right one but the tension is so loud it blew by too fast

Can you hear can you listen I want to say something now listen... before it's too late and it's missed don't listen to this song again you won't get it I hate it I love you bye it's done I'm over and now I go go do what I do best work so you can lolygag a pension

(the end)

Monsters and Devils Chapter 1: Launch

Looking out at the sunset the howls of those that fell the night before echoed in his head, The heat and smell of the burning wood and flesh surrounded the area. His eyes burned from exhaustion wanting nothing else but to rest after the days past. “Sir… The king demands your audience. ” A voice came from behind words like daggers to an already sore, worn body. Turning his head to see a young soldier on the verge of adulthood, perhaps still in the teenage years dressed in leather armored clothing the look of seriousness stretched over the young ones face. “Yeah yeah.. Lead on.” his voice harsh from his thirst soon turning, his whole body cut and scraped with wounds following the soldier to the king's tent untouched by the brutal battle that took place only yards away the king sitting in his tent overjoyed with the victory of battle. “HAHA! Yes, another battle and splendid victory!" The king cried out with joy having a cup in hand drinking with delight.

Following the young soldier to the king's tent before walking inside as the tent flap was being held open by another soldier. Arriving inside of the tent the soldier knelled down, "Sir as you requ-" The king interrupted the soldier as he gave out a happy greeting. "You did it, many thanks an-" The king was interrupted as he spoke out, "I would like to have, what was promised to be mine. I have done what was asked now it's time to bring up your part of the bargain" The soldier would stand up from being kneeled, "You will address the king as your highness, and you wil-" The king stood up from his seat and walked over touching the soldiers shoulder "Calm yourself.. he is correct, after all who wouldn't be eager to have what they earned." Walking with the cup of alcohol in his hand to the table set up with a long paper, the king would then write upon the piece of paper. "Land was it? you wanted in the [name of forest] forest." The king asked, as he would soon follow watching the king writing and reading what was written. "Yes.. the whole forest would be mine as agreed upon."

The king stopped writing for a moment and nodded on the table there were papers scattered all around the table one was a large map showed the land that was now apart of the growing kingdom. "Hmm" the king would mumble to himself slightly while writing upon the parchment. The strokes of the ink and the swirls of the pen waved over the parchment like a breeze upon the water surface. "That is a big part of land... You are wanting... but with your services I believe it.. may be worth it." a silence crept in the tent while the kings body guards were keeping watch. The king soon sat up and pushed the parchment towards him, "as agreed... " Looking down at the parchment as he began reading then moved it back to the king nodding his head in silence. The king gave the parchment his seal lifting it up for him, "and if we need you again" the king smirked wickedly, "You'll have to come and get me then." he said snatching the parchment from the kings grasp and turned away walking out of the kings tent. "Sir why do you let him get away talking to you like that?" The king scuffed and went back to his drink "because you fool, one way or another he will be crawling back and another victory will be in sight once again."

Walking away from the battlefield as he gathered up his things, setting off to his new home. It wasn't going to be easy it took him many days to get back to the forest that was now his. Moving into the woods he knew what he was looking for and what he wanted something inside of him wanted this more than anything in the world. Soon coming to a small clearing with a large tree in the middle its roots would go deep into the ground, smiling to himself as he took what he needed and began drawing upon the ground different designs and styles for his home around the tree. He would then come up with a plan as he took out his axe and began to cut down the wood for his home.

Many months went by as the house was being built some attempts failed, and some seemed to go his way. He was no home maker, or warrior but his spirit would not rest as he continued building and rebuilding his home until it was perfect in his eyes. As a year had gone by he looked at his masterpiece and smiled happily. "Home... It.. Is finished, Phew." he said to himself looking around not seeing anyone to pat him on the back for a job well done but all in all it was his and his alone.

As time went on the kingdom would continue building and expanding to other kingdoms fighting wars, battles won and lost with each passing day, month and year. Deep in the forest a single cottage had laid peaceful and calm. Almost forgotten as few roamed into the forest "FATH'A!" A female child's voice called out, as two female children of two different species were fighting over a stuffed toy. "FATH'A!" Both were calling out for him. Walking out of the kitchen area to see two of his children were fighting. In the living room near a large table, neither one looked like him nor did any of the other children, he had living along side him. Each one was different from the other as all eight children ranging from toddler to teenager were living in the same home. Each one had a story as to how they had come across him and now lived with him as his children. Though they all had the same story each one was either abandoned or their parents had passed away.

It was chaos and order in the home, as most days were good and most could have been better. Alone he would take care of them all, each one sometimes helping him with taking care of the others other times it was a hardship on his own. "Are you two fighting, over that toy again?" He asked walking over wearing a pair of baggy pants and a gray shirt, "Why don't you two try sharing sometime?" Stopping nearby while watching the two staring each other down, flailing the toy around to try and get the other to let it go. "Because it's mine!" "No it's not, it's mine!" A branch came crashing through the wall ripping a large hole into the home ceiling and wall. ".." All three turned and stared at the branch then how much damage there was. Both girls ran behind their father, before looking up at him running out of the room. "We didn't do it!" They both yelled out fleeing the scene in a hurry. He looked at the hole in the wall of his home, "..." Silence was the only thing he could process what to do, his mouth opened wide. His mind was processing, what had just happened.

Three other children had popped out of the branch from the leaves. "Haha! that was fun let's do it again?!" two of them spoke, as the third had seen him staring blankly at the branch.  His eyes shifted upward to the children, his eyes were soon locked onto all three. His eyes showed fiery anger before slowly calming down to worry, then acceptance the three seemed to be unharmed. The third cowered back behind a few leaves holding them up to try and hide. The other two children climbed down from the branch and began gossiping to each other about it. He walked over to the two children, as they froze feeling the presence of their father being right behind them. "H-he-hey.. You're looking well." One of them spoke holding their tail cowering down slowly to the floor. The other slowly turned around for a instant their color had fade to a light pale. "H-he-ha."

Neither one of them seemed to be able to put a full sentence together. His eyes were blazing with anger, but also with worry. "I'm so happy.. My children are safe." He said gritting his teeth reached down picking them both up.

Monster Hunter 4 monster poem and also guess what creature am I talking about?

Flying high in the sky, the sky grew dark with your approach how I love you the most. The thing about you is that you blow me away with your voice, such a tone and appeal. Your lips masking those teeth shredding upon your victims like a predator to its prey. Your eyes shatter my soul looking deep into my eyes as you smile of delight creeps over your snout. The bursts of rage, and aggression you give spreads like the flame of a thousand degree's burning and making things crisp. The rage you possess makes my blood run and boil, the way you gracefully move along the terrain. No environment is to tough for you as the lava runs rapid or the waves of the ocean splash against your scales glistening from the sun. Your blaze is to be feared, giving a heated step when you walk. Your body covered in scales, each one priceless as I watch you from afar. The sun shining upon your body as you dash, your voice recognized even from afar. The sound of your voice send shivers down my spine as those around you fall to your voice. Your scales come in different color, as your siblings are much tamer. Your the best and most rude, as you trample over your food or those who dare to try and attack your beauty and rage. Your forearms give you such strength, slamming and giving those who dare attack a fury to face. when you limp you look so sweet, innocent but your reign has come to an end to the swords end. The color of your scales are sot after by many the way it's strength and durability is needed to face you even once. You may be darker than your siblings, and your rage fills us with thrills and chills. Once your defeated we shall be filled with glee, but your scales are mine such treasures we love you give us with your corpse. Your siblings will not like us not one bit, striped and loved we care for you dearly but your raw meat is what we love the most. Trampling our hearts, with your strength and blowing us away with your voice we come back for more and more. Strong and mighty, we strive to mount you shaking us and throwing us around your teeth sharp we stay away.

Space station ZT15 [in progress]

Space, just the word and meaning of it leans towards adventure and excitement.

The lobby in the massive station was filled with many different types of food commendations for those that are traveling near and far. The floors to this station are many and far in between, both a station for traveling starcraft having no alliance with any of the major factions that surrounded the areas. The station was home to many species some worked in the station for their own reasons others for their family's. The origin of the station has been lost to the records of old to those who built it and why, but as far as anybody has known the station had been for transport, repairs, fuel and supplies to those that stopped at the many docks that surrounded the station. So far it has been around for many year's with each passing year a celebration is held for the station's stability, elegance, and technology that was brought to the universe and helping the beings that live in it prosper and grow to new stars. each day it seemed a new discovery was found upon the station, its many different floors and rooms still undiscovered. Teams of traveler's roam the halls, only a hand full travel deep inside the station even less come back from traveling in the depths. The station's care and handle is done by any and all that come onto its docks. It had been 97,504 years since the stations discovery, and only half of it's stature has been discovered. The stations undiscovered parts remain as a reminder of all those that hadn't come back from their search. The station is housing many types of creatures in its walls.

[W.I.P.]

Minds of Briem

Sitting down in his chair the lights off, as the buzzing of the day's noises rang in his head. Humming a song while tapping my foot upon the ground. Opening my mouth only for a second letting out a soft sigh as a soft knock tapped upon the door. Stopping his motion, turned his head to the door. "Yes? " He stated in a fog of deep thoughts. A soft voice came from the other side of the door. "Sir.. May I come in?" Closing his eyes back again leaning back against the cushion of his chair. "Come in.."  Announcing while adjusting himself to get better situated within his own seating. The door opened up slowly as another entered the room gently closing the door behind them. Their eyes looking around for a moment noticing the dark haze over the room. The only light source was that of the moon lightly gleaming down into the room.

"Sir.. Are you well?"  The other asked as he sat there in his chair. "Yes I'm fine.. why do you ask?"  Stepping forward slowly fidgeting with their index finger on each paw while their ears lowered down. "Sir.. You have not eaten since you came home.."  Turning his head once more to the other, opening his eyes to the maid. Her uniform was cushioning against her curves as her fur would be clean and pulled back into a bun on top of her head. Her tail laying limp to the ground as her body language was one thing he could tell she was worried or perhaps sad. Gripping the armrests of his chair and lifting himself up to his feet. 

"Has it been long? The time was taken from me." His tail sliding off his lap soon as he stood up, picked itself up behind him swaying slowly side to side in a calm motion. "I thought everyone was with their loved ones or to their own homes today?.. Go home, I won't keep you here this day."  Listening to him as her ears perked up in surprise, but a soft smile would grow on her muzzle. "Sir?! Yes.. Um yes sir! Thank you sir!" Shaking his head gently with a smile on the side of his muzzle as he watched her tail and body in a more joyous motion. Bowing her head to him, "But sir your food is getting cold.." 

Reaching out his paw placing it upon her shoulder for a moment, her head lifting up hesitantly. His paw soon letting go, "Go ahead and leave, I will be fine.." Nodding her head quickly and stood back up her smile hadn't left her muzzle as she excitedly turned around making her way out of the room. It wasn't long before the front door had been opened and closed behind her. He stood in the room for a moment to himself then made his way to the window. Hearing the door close, his eyes watched as her body would jump around in the snow covered ground playfully running to the front gates. "That's right.. go have yourself a good time.. Smile be joyful."

 A smile that was in the corner of his muzzle had stretched across. It wasn't only for a moment before he moved away from the window closing the door of the room behind him. The hallways were quiet like they had never been so for a long time. He could hear his own footsteps tapping against the wooden floor. "It has been so long since we have been alone hasn't it?" reaching out his left paw touching the wallpaper as he walked down the hallway to the staircase. Slowly stepping down the stairs taking off his socks that covered his feet. Feeling the soft grip of the carpet underneath his pads.

His ears would flatted to his head, reaching the bottom of the stairs. Looking around as his eyes would gleam in the light before walking towards the dining room. Opening up the door finding a long table, a cover went all down the table covering it from side to side. A single plate and bowl sat at the end of the table alone. His smile slowly began to fade "Indeed alone.."  He said to himself aloud, while walking to the chair at the end of the table. Stopping at the end chair for a moment noticing the food was still warm, pulling out his chair and sat down.

His claws came out cutting into his food using his claws as forks and knives to feed himself. Only to grab a spoon to sip the soup that was prepared for him. After his meal, taking the plate and bowl to the kitchen along with the spoon. Cleaning the dishes himself then drying off his paws, taking a stroll around inside of his home. Closing his eyes only to listen to the wind blowing against the outer walls of his home. The windows shaking lightly at the passing blows of the wind, small particles of snow had drifted in only to dissolve into the warm air. His arms reached around to his back holding paw in paw as he walked taking in the scents of those that passed through only hours and moments ago.

He could just imagine what they would say to him as he passed by, but their voices would blur into one. "Good evening sir.. Can I get you something sir? What will you have me do sir?" stopping in the middle of the living room at the bottom of the stairs near the front door. His eyes opened up once more to gaze out of the window at the falling fresh snow. "Snow, my beauty.. My mistress of the cold, so white and pure you look up in the air. Down upon the ground you lay waiting and covering the land with your beauty creating destroying along with your body. How you hug us all in your cold warmth, wanting nothing but to love and show us beauty.. But we are all blinded by the rough edges you have the cold and freezing temperatures you keep us at. Your kisses take our breath away, your warm hugs freeze out bodies and your love is endless keeping us forever young within your loving embrace"

A tear rolling down his cheek its warmth slowly moving down his cheek to the bottom of his chin only to drip down. Memories of times past out in the snow wit his loved one's friends and family were only made up in his head of things and times that could have happened but never did. Turning from the window putting on a coat stepping out onto the porch feeling the chill of the snow under his pads. Walking out into the snow covered porch, grabbing the shovel near the door and began scooping the snow and tossing it into the air. The snow flew up and parted back into snowflakes shining and dancing in the wind.

Flowing back down to the ground away from the porch, working upon the porch and closing the screen door to the porch helping to keep the snow from entering. He turned around walking back inside to warm his pads. Making his way upstairs and sat down on the small chair in the hallway leaning back against the wall and closed his eyes. "My dear.. what else can I do? I miss you so much.." Opening up his eyes only to see a portrait of him and a female next to him in a warm embrace. "It is just us two once more.. in our home how times have changed my love.. these ol' bones can not keep up with many of those that help around here."

His fur was partially grayed as his eyes were dimmed from the way they once were. Reaching out his paw to the portrait with a slight frown wanting to touch her soft fur once more, hear her voice calling out to him. "My love.. we will be together someday I promise." pulling his paw away standing back up heading to his bedroom undressing and getting ready for bed he crawled under the blankets and closed his eyes humming a soft melody to help him sleep. The night growing dark, as he lay in bed before long all was quiet as he slept in the bed.

A moment of breath escaped his mouth before his movement stopped from his chest. His life was no more in that instant, his aches and pains were all gone. His spirit soon reunited along side his beloved holding her in his arms once more for all eternity. Morning would come as the help all gathered around the bed of their passed lord. Their heads lowered down in respect, each one of them had tears rolling down their cheeks. He was a good master to them, boss and a friend. Reaching down one touched his muzzle, "Sir.. Rest well.. We will look after you now as you have looked after us. We will miss you and love you as a father.. Older brother.. A companion." 

Another reached out as they all would do the same touching his blanket and his body in different spots. A soft voice came from the crowd. "Remember when you stood up for me my lord.. nobody had ever done that before.. I never got to thank you for doing that.. protecting me from those that wished harm upon me... why did you have to leave before I got to say thank you.." another spoke as they all seemed to have a situation of him coming to their aid about some sort of thing or another.

One didn't speak as all she did was look down at him she had been with him for the longest than any of the others, all she could do was have her eyes water and let the tears roll down her cheeks. One reason she couldn't speak was she was a mute, but they all knew her story with him. When she was young, she had been made into a sex slave tortured and raped repeatedly by multiple people. Since she was mute she could never scream for help or for someone to help her. One day he had heard about her so he went for a visit, but found her chained up bound to the wall. Her body shaking and shivering crying from those that had used her for the years she never could get back.

His eyes widened looking at how young she was, enraging a fire inside of himself, her eyes opened up flinching and curling up against the wall seeing him only as a shadow on the floor. Her head slowly looking up her eyes watery with tears, as his eyes connected with hers seeing the fear, worry in her eyes. Walking over to her taking off his coat and wrapped it over her body she whimpered lowering her body more to the ground.. Soon a few of those that held claim to her came in which he began to fight them over the treatment and condition of her.

Which turned physical she stayed curled up under his coat, hiding her face not wanting to witness what was being done. Sniffing his scent and holding it close to her as she could, before he laid down on the ground getting beaten until he could barely move. She was taken away and moved to a different place, it wasn't a few years later until she had escaped from her captures. Then began working in a saloon doing what she only knew how to do, when he came through the doors. He was known in the saloon by both the ladies, with the townsfolk. He had worked off an on with many of the townsfolk or had helped once or twice before.

Meeting the new girl he would stare at her knowing she looked familiar. After a few times coming in, both him and the other girls were teaching her how to spell, read so that why she could communicate with them easier. One day her eyes were in tears as he wrapped her body in his coat. She wrote down to him about how long ago he had been the one to try and help her. After reading the note he smiled softly and began holding her close not long after he took her into his home and gave her so much love and care she needed, but never one did he have her in his bed for anything other than to hold during thunderstorms, when she had flashback's in the form of nightmares.

All she do now was stare at his lifeless body tears rolling down her cheeks.

unknown title part one

Earth, what can you say about her? She weathers billions of humans, animals, plants each one like a virus to a host feeding off of it until nothing is left and then leaves to find a new host to attend to its needs. Some take then give back as others just take. All the calm sandy beaches, the elegant trees of the rain forest's, the mighty mountains that peak up to only look up further into the heavens. There are more beauties upon this world more than anybody can dream of. Writings, stories, hopes, dreams are only legend in some aspect truths all of them of times where monsters were real and heroes fought and won over those monsters to place them back where they belong.

 Maybe not in this world maybe the next world, as they grow in strength in their new world that awaits will hold monsters stronger, wiser, faster, and more powerful than any of us or our offspring can overcome. This world is only one out of countless ones that none will see, but this is not about those worlds this is about one. One world that has seen more bloodshed, violence, more evil than the next will see. Perhaps this world is the reddest of them all, we have come so far and yet we are but little ants following the lines that our ancestors have built for us. A path into our own destruction to be baron like all the other planets in this solar system.

 Again, I drift off from the tale that I shall tell be it a vision of my own death I don't know all I do know is that one keeps calling to me in my dreams each time ending as the last but different in its own way. Perhaps I shouldn't tell the tale, as all my dreams have my death and rebirth in them most of the time. Past life experiences perhaps, but who knows knowledge is one thing that is kept in the dark from us all. But I know what will happen when that knowledge is taken out in the open and learned. We are not ready for such things and we may never be. Egypt is where sometimes it begins, it may not be Egypt at all.  All I know there is miles of nothing but sand, then a door being opened when that door opens is when it really begins.

 Televisions all across the world light up news of those doors opening spreads like a wildfire burning in everybody's ears. Talk about it was the only thing it seemed to be said teams of researchers, scientists, guards, the whole nine yards are put together all across the world. To enter into the opening to see what lies on the other side. How the doors got open has never been revealed to me, but why is still a little fuzzy. I'm never part of any of the teams that are assembled to go in, each team went in one right after the other radios loud and communications were open. Television's were all on focusing upon the operation. As if all the world were on red alert the code names upon this operation were not clear to me either. Nothing happened to those that went into the opening, more and more researchers, scientists excreta by the hundreds went into the opening like a bug zapper on a full moon night. It stays open for years as the excitement begins to die down from the new exploration continued. Each team would grow and grow in number.

 I work a normal job, nothing special nothing important as it held nothing of value to anybody else but myself. Working every early morning, I don't watch television I used to for hours on end, but I find nothing is worth watching anymore. Each year it seemed like another discovery was being made, a new material being found in the opening. Leaders of each of the country's fought and argued about who it belonged to laying claim on this and that discovery. Useless fools, neither one of them thinking about earth being a whole. But selfish, pieces only one leader could rule over not thinking that we are all upon this world not to fight and bicker among each other but to move forward expand towards the stars find our own place in this universe.

 I bet if we actually work together not as country's but as a whole planet we could accomplish faster and better than we are now 5-10 years would advance us 20+ years in technology, medicine, science.. everything.. something to think about as you read. Years, months go by no sign of any other life in the opening just more material. When the scientists, researchers began to mine the opening for the materials that is when things went wrong. People began to go missing in the opening oddly enough males were the targets but we didn't know that until after months of missing people at night it happened in the darkness teams of soldiers from all sides were just vanishing. 

Body's were only found months in advance when the doors were still wide open. Female body's it turned out were not so much as vanished but torn apart, a few rare female body's were still alive. Their bodies in shock shaking in the light never staying in the dark avoiding all dark area's only staying in the light. Taking them all in for questioning they all came with the same answer a phrase that they kept repeating. 'Got to find' over and over again they chanted it not saying anything else but the phrase. It was agreed upon that the opening should be sealed off, researchers and scientists were already working on how to close the doors none having a clue how.

 The order to seal the doors were given as construction was soon on the way to build over the doors and the opening to seal in what ever it was inside of the opening. The opening was successfully covered in the matter of a year deaths both around and in the construction site held back the covering of the opening. Recordings of the opening were being researched over and over again to find any clue to what had happened to all the male bodies, and to any other female that had been abducted and mutilated. The last female to be found in the opening had nothing to say, her voice seemed to have left her. She only stared at the walls never looking at any of the males that were around her. Family and friends only made her cry, and scream out in pain.

my box -poem or poetry whatever you call it-

In my box where the world can shine without windows without doors my box is where i am keep my box at bay unless the whole world will contain. My box is pain sorrow regret depression vengeance my box is contained and concealed my box hidden away from the light my box feeds and grows my box is mine only i know its secrets its wonder the horror my magnificent box is mine to have and to hold without end. You may want my box for your own but you can't handle my box, but me I can handle it as its my box I can take yours and feed it to my box it will grow more. My box will never stop growing my box will destroy the world if it is opened, my box stays closed for all eternity my box.. how I hate it how I need it how I love my box it knows me it knows everything of my as I know everything of my box. It is my everything but your nothing, your box may be full and over flows my box is a good box to me and for me I am my box and my box is me. I hold my box together beware be warned my box can destroy or create my box is never full but never empty. My box is here to stay my box.