Sunday, December 25, 2011

The Journey

A set of Haiku poems that describe a journey though the stars. My formula is kind off, but to hell with it. Haiku is useless in English anyway, it was made for Japanese.




Under the city,
Jupiter alone pierces
The sickly lamp glare.





On this patio
Only fifty frail stars
Peer out through the haze.





Standing. Mountain top.
Infinite stars bejeweled 'round,
Obscured by no veil.








Here, frozen solid
On Pluto's jagged peaks
The worlds are countless.






A hundred - thousand
Light years away, here every light
Is a galaxy.






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Friday, December 23, 2011

The Cure

A short story I wrote for my final project last year. I enjoyed it, with a little polishing up I would love to submit it for publishing.

The Cure


Cain pushed back his ragged blonde hair, and suppressed a shiver. Rumor said the bottom layer of Hell, Cocytus, is forged of ice rather than fire. Cain found actually feeling the cold biting his skin quite disconcerting.

Sirenia lay unmoving on the ice sheet. Her black eyes remained forever locked in a traitorous gaze of seduction. A stake jutted out from the center of her breast. Solemnly Cain pulled his saffron eyes away. He knew well that no hope existed for access to the upper layers of Hell. Killing Sirenia effectively trapped him, just as he had planned.

Cain trudged away without a backward glance, and stalked down the barren path without the slightest sign of faltering. Corpses mortared the walls, the visage of each one twisted in torment. Minutes ticked away…or perhaps millennia. Neither one mattered to Cain. He slipped a hand inside of his coat, pushed aside countless weapons until freeing the gun he sought, an antiquated flintlock pistol.

“Well, you seem quite ready, boy!” issued a ragged voice from nothingness.

Six feet ahead of him a throne forged from human bones materialized within the path. Upon it sat a skeletal figure dressed in gleaming white robes. The figure crouched in an exaggerated fetal position, its black hair hung in wild dreadlocks, the crimson eyes glared out from fathomless eye sockets.

“I am assuming that I need no introduction.” the figure giggled inhumanly.

“Rue, the Vampire King.” Cain stated in a fierce challenge.

The King grinned and hooked a skeletal finger against his lips, exposing inch long fangs. “Did you enjoy the journey? Do you like my kingdom? I have killed so many, absorbed so many souls – but all I can show for it is this corner of hell.”

“Well, my Lord,” Cain scoffed, “You’ve achieved the rank of King. You possess power beyond any other; know secrets that most of our kind never bothers learning. I am certain you embody something of value to me.”


“Is that so, boy?” Rue leaned forward to study the charismatic vampire before him. Cain truly proved himself an exceptional individual. Cain stood tall, well honed with muscle and striking in his leather clothing. The majority of vampires lived as indolent leeches that sloughed through life in bloodstained rags.

“You speak too much, Vampire King. I came to destroy you. That is all we need to say.”

Rue howled in mirth, “Just what do you think my death can offer you? This shoddy corner of hell, or perhaps my throne? No, you must want answers. I see it in those accursed eyes. The human notion to seek answers never quite died within you. You seek the cure to immortality, yes?”

A twinge of emotion tugged at Cain’s face.

The Vampire King shuffled forward. “Astonishing weaponry, boy! I take it that you made a living as a hunter in your human life. Yes, this is interesting. Not only do I see an exceedingly rare vampire in you, but also I see a huntsman. I must represent the biggest game you can bring down. Correct?”

Cain tried to ignore the wretched stench of the King. “Yes, I am desperate for a challenge.”

Rue crowed harshly, “You are telling me you’ve fought your way down through Hell, and slain your beloved just to slake your thirst for the hunt? What a tragedy, what a comedy! How about a trade? You wish to know about the cure, and I am more than happy to surrender that information. Therefore, I will give you the answer, and guide you back to the world above. No more blood shall spill; perhaps you will even find salvation. All you must do is just let me go on living my unlife in peace. What do you say, Cain?”

“You worthless piece of shit.” Cain raised his gun and fired.

A single explosion shattered the air causing icicles to rain down. Rue jolted as a blossom of crimson spread across the center of his chest. He howled without bothering to hide his agony, than sank downward. “ Ah… I am too late I fear!” He giggled even as blood gushed past his lips.

“You didn’t even ATTEMPT to dodge!” Cain shrieked, his face convulsing.

“Why would I do that?”

Cain bent down next to the skeletal vampire and seized its throat. “Talk! I want the answer!”

The King chuckled weakly, amusement flashing in his eyes.

“Stop fucking laughing!” Cain hissed, bared his narrow fangs, than sank down onto Rue’s throat. Life force more potent than any flooded Cain’s mouth. Shocked, Cain yanked away.

The King broke into hysterical laughter, but his voice soon faded. His sunken eyes didn’t close; they remained fixated on the ice above. Soon enough the corpse crumbled into ash colored powder.

Cain pulled away with a groan of pain. Rue’s blood unleashed its power. Tremors rocked Cain’s body. He could no longer feel the cold, instead his brain burned with a torrent of memories from a life more than two thousand years past.


Once again, he felt Sirenia’s hands the first time they touched his skin, saw the flames of her hair, and heard the purr of her voice, “Kiss me, huntsman, and I shall forever be your bride.” He gave no thought of his wife and children awaiting his return. He simply choose her temptation. Instantly Cain wrapped Sirenia within his arms and ravenously found her lips, but she shifted to bite rapaciously into his neck. From that moment onward, he never again fought temptation.

A voice that wasn‘t his own rattled, “Do you see now, boy?”

“What do you mean?” Cain groaned as the memory faded.

“ Think! If you simply returned to your family, lived and savored life, instead of craving Sirenia, would have ever fallen into the depths of Hell to slay me for answers?”

“Is THIS the cure? To savor life and not to crave it?” Cain gasped desperately.

“Yes. We are nothing more than parasites that attach ourselves to the pleasures of life. However, what if we evolved beyond such needs? What if instead of constant temptation, we learned satisfaction? That is the only cure. To evolve, to stop wanting, seek contentment and simply live.”

“I understand…we must change our instincts. Relearn our humanity” Cain whispered and pulled himself up from the dust heap that remained of his prize. “I shall let our race know. Thank you Rue, my King.”

“Going somewhere? That will prove a problem, you‘ve forgotten a serious conundrum.”

“What…” Cain broke off and frantically recalled the details of the icy cavern. He saw nothing except empty throne. He found no exit, no cracks in the walls, only entrance that he had forever sealed off. “NO!” he shrieked. “It…can’t be…”

After all these years immersed in sin, he‘d descended into the lowest level of Hell, one from which nothing escaped. Screaming, Cain began to claw frantically at the walls. Corpses tumbled out of the ice sheets and stared blankly up at him.

At last, Cain drew back, weeping in his helplessness. Crimson tears coursed down his cheeks.

One final time the Vampire King’s voice twittered, “ Ah…so much like me. Welcome to your new kingdom, boy!”


The End


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Monday, December 19, 2011

The Outside

The assignment was to write a short piece of prose poetry based on a dream. Bad idea. My dreams make Stephen King look like Jane Austin.



The Outside


The outside world ended two days ago, but I will never again know anything outside of these riveted doors. The end of the world proved no excuse to miss work. When the modern world exhaled its final dying gasp I found myself within the frozen dough freezer. I wont freeze freeze to death. Rather I will starve surrounded by fleshy masses of half thawed dough. I hear it again, a tiny clacking in my steel prison. Skritch. Skritch. Skritch. The steady scratching times well with the drip, drip,drip of melting ice. My only companions, along with the fungal stench of rising bread. Skritch! Skritch! Drip! Drip! Skritch! can't tell how long passes before the impatient skritch morphs into an angry scrape. The metal parts. Claws hook through the gap, and I hear them grunting my name. Against Death, stainless steel walls prove quite weak. Fear builds, it tastes like copper in my mouth. Fur coated paws press through the breached wall. A pack of wolves crawls through, lurch for me. I finally shriek. An image flashes across my mind, pigs undergoing decay. Their bodies bloated with intestinal gases, and maggot masses swarmed their flesh. Comfort deluges me. At least I wont have any intestines left to bloat. Rats can have the remains of me. I find rats cuter than maggots...




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Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Great Divide

This is a narrative piece of fiction inspired from Rammstein's song " Wo bist du?"

The Great Divide



He'd lingered in Berlin for a year before he'd finally began to grasp the guttural tongue surrounding him.

For the most part,Berliners passed him unnoticed through the city. He blended in quite well, a young, dark haired man who looked vaguely Germanic, but his startled grey eyes betrayed him as American.

For the most part the young mans thoughts raced too swiftly to grasp the culture around him, but now they gradually shifted into German.

"Wo bist du? Wo bist du
?" he murmured softly to himself. He quickly muttered the translation to solidify the meaning within his head: Where are you? Where are you?"

She'd lured him here long ago, yet time grinded to a halt for this young man.

Alle Uhren bleiben stehen. All the clocks stand still.

She'd lured him into this ancient city. He'd only seen her face and swaying blonde hair via webcam, only spoken to her through chats and texts. She proved more than enough to lure him from the sweltering clutches of Texas.

Ich liebe dich!" she's whispered, and quickly muttered a translation. "I love you. Komm find mich. Come find me. So allien will ich nicht sein. I do not want to be so alone. "

Thus, he'd uprooted his life and booked the first plane to Berlin.

Perhaps he misunderstood or mistranslated her thick accent. Perhaps she'd lied to him for reasons he could never understand.

"Ich liebe dich nicht. Ich liebe dich nicht mehr," he growled to himself, pushed through the crowd and watched his breath curl from his mouth like the smoke of a dragon.

A year ago, as he arrived as her apartment, shocked deluged him once he found the apartment standing vacant.From then on he searched for her within the face of everyone he encountered.Within every theater, park, street, restaurant...

Ich such dich unter jedem Stein. Wo bist du? I search for you under every stone, where are you?



Today proved no different for the young man. Another day wandering the streets in search of her. His heart seethed in anger, but his eyes searched in desperation.

At the end of the day he completed his journey by glaring at the ruins of the Berlin Wall. Berlin once existed as a city divided, just as the young mans hewn heart.

Today he found no faces that resembled that of his beloved,and he trudged back to his miserable excuse for a room. He faced another night in solitude as the fierce Berlin cold seeped through the window.

"If I should wake before I die, than let me wake in a bed, not a coffin. Falls ich aufwachen sollte bevor ich sterbe, lass mich in einem Bett aufwachen, nicht im Sarg," he sighed as his body sank into sleep.

In the nightstand drawer he kept a small, jagged knife. It was the only company he possessed to soothe his loneliness.

A final repetition of his newfound language echoed throughout his head. " Ich schlaf mit einem Messer ein. Wo bist du? Wo bist du? I fall asleep with a knife, where are you? Where are you? "



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Friday, December 9, 2011

D: Vampire Hunter

This is my favorite piece of this semester, an Italian sonnet inspired by Vampire Hunter D! It seems like once a year I write sonnets inspired by fictional characters. Enjoy! :D



D: Vampire Hunter

The starlight illuminates the road,
and I gaze up at the pale moon.
I possess features from diamonds hewn,
from these hands rivers of blood flowed.
In this immortal form, time never slowed.
Against love, I alone prove immune!
I seek my maker behind every dune,
the stars exist merely to mock and goad.

I cut down his image with my sword
clinched in hand. Steeling my resolve to ice.
Form shimmers; warps into the mother I lost.
"D...please forgive me. My fate is abhorred."
Futile words! Illusion! Through her I slice.
I never feel my heart beneath the frost.




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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Bride


Wrote this poem a couple of months back. Enjoy!





The Bride

Today, I am the bride who walks down the aisle alone;
No priest officiated the ceremony; no witnesses beheld the sight
as I slipped the pearl ring onto my own finger.
Heute heirate mich ich. (Today, I marry myself)

I gaze at the glitters of distant worlds
and push the lace from my eyes.
If I could walk across the waves,
if I could tread oceans, would I find you;
my faceless beloved?
Perhaps you stand in the same surf,
paralyzed by the same stars.
Wo bist du? (Where are you?)

A cloud drifts past a cluster of worlds,
throwing a veil between the only sight we share.
Are our chances as veiled as my face?
Perhaps I shall hold this bouquet until the roses wither,
questioning if we shall ever embrace.
Horst du mich? Horst du mich nicht? (Do you hear me? Do you hear me not?)

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

" My Star"

This basis of this creative writing project was to write a poem using twenty different literary divides like similes, and onomatapea and such. That is what the numbers are for, so just ignore them. All in all I am very happy with the way it turned out. :)



"My Star"

1.) In this darkness he shimmers with light.
2.) Shoot for the moon! Even if I miss, I will land among the stars!
3.)Never mind that one touch of those stars will sear my body with flame.
4.)From here those lights taste of flame, and they sing with flares.
5.) Sarah stands poised at the edge of the Milky Way, arms held outward.
6.) The distant worlds glitter like diamonds.
7.) But to me they also look like the blank marble gaze of corpses.
8.) I wound up here after 26 years of cock blocking.
9.) Even light years away I still hear the sirens blaring, the waves roiling as they crept in-land.
10. "Yo, peep up at da stars, what the fuck 'sup now?"
11.) The gauzy nebulas color in the darkness between the stars, that hover below my feet.
12.) The touch of the stars enshrouds me in ecstasy.
13.) I leap from the Milky Way's gauzy edge and fly boldly into the darkness.
14.)Auntie Slytherin told Willow horror stories of Cthulhu who flew from the darkness between the stars.
15.) But I think I can brave Cthulhu if it means I shall find my guiding light and bask in his rays.
16.) Silently, I pray for the Universe to give me a hand..and I laugh.
17.) "Hah! Well you asked me to chose! Snake or drapes? " Than I am singing;
18.) "Du bist die hellste Stern von allien!" *
3.) And still...I never mind that one touch of those stars will sear my body with flame.
19.) With his beams of light, my star reaches out, holds me to his core and kisses my flesh.
20.) "But...." I whisper and whimper, "his name means scotching light!"


* "You are the brightest star of them all."




26, September 2011