[poetry] The Real Me

Please!

For the love of all things good.

Heed my simple words:

I don’t have to be pretty.

I don’t need to hide behind

Layers of makeup that don’t

Show me in the least.

I don’t wear the latest fashions.

I don’t drink or go to clubs.

I am who I am and my inner beauty shines.

I’m sorry you don’t like this

Or the way I do my hair.

I’ll never be the cookie cutter girl

And I’ll never do what others

Expect me to do.

I will never be perfect.

I will never be thin.

I may not be accepted but truthfully?

That’s okay with me.

I never claimed to be perfect.

I’ve never claimed to be neat.

I prefer comfort over the latter.

And hey, I like those books I read.

I don’t need your insincerity and

I sure as hell don’t need your drama.

There’s only one thing that I

Could ever want in this world.

I want the world to see the real me

In everything I do.

[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Four

Six months had passed in the blink of an eye as Zosimus entered Jem’s small, undecorated room and woke the little girl.  She whined sleepily and curled away from his touch as the lights flickered into life at the snap of his fingers.  He watched with a smile on his face as she burrowed into the blanket.

“Jem, it is time to get up,” Zosimus chided her softly as he began pulling the white comforter away from her.

She did not like the mornings one bit.  They were the coldest time of the day for her and it was always a bit of a war to get the little girl out of her bed in the mornings.  Most children who were sent down from the Cribs only needed the heating pad of their beds on for the first few weeks.  In Jem’s case, they had remained on because of her aversion to the cold.  She was more accustomed to it than six months previous but when the cold snap had begun, Zosimus had had no choice but turn it back on for her.

“I know that you are cold but I have warm clothes for you to wear,” he said soothingly.  “Today is your initiation into the Angbroda and you will be sent away if you do not go through with this.”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Three

It had been six months since Jem had come to Enceladus.  It was also her birthday; her seventh to be exact.  She had grown by two inches instead of shrinking as most of the children did and had fully come out of her shell.  She could walk under her own power and no longer required periods of rest.  She was a bright, happy child who brought a sense of joy to those who knew her.  She was strong enough to be a normal kid in an abnormal world.  She sat in the office of the doctor who had been caring for her since her arrival, her face glued to the tablet in front of her.

“Jem,” Julian called.  “You can come in now.”

“Can I have five more minutes please?  I just got –“

“Jem, put the tablet down,” the doctor broke in.  “I do not have all day to wait for you to finish whatever you are doing.”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – Two

Jem’s eyes opened slowly and took quite some time to focus as she reached out a hand to feel for the barrier that blocked Daddy from her.  She felt warm and comfortable wherever she was.  There was a faint beeping in the background that was easy to ignore before a strange face appeared over the edge of the bed she was placed in.  She sat up with a start before slumping forward.  It was her first time experiencing gravity and it left her feeling ill as she was gently placed back into her original position.  Even those simple movements left her dizzy and tired.

“Zosimus,” a voice called out.  “Your charge is awake.”

“Ah,” a gravelly voice responded.  “What is her condition?”

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[original] Chronicles of Enceladus – One (rewrite!)

And here I am, giving my story of The Child of Destiny another go! This is my work for Camp NaNoWriMo. Check the links page for further details! Thoughts so far would be greatly appreciated. 😀

The planet was Enceladus.  It is a world comprised of ice that is surprisingly teeming with life.  The people of other worlds had always thought that it was an inhabitable world.  That is, until the domes were built in the numerous craters that meteors had created over the millennia.  The planet was farthest away from the sun of its system and was the only planet of its name.  Its days were short and only those who were deemed strong enough after initiation could live on its surface.  The lone moon of the world orbited on an abstract route and made the days pass in a lazy manner.

Even as the lazy moon as it was called by the people of Enceladus lived on its surface, several stations orbited the planet that were teeming with young life.  It was there on those station that the young were bred for habitation.  They began their studies at an early age and did not hesitate to send the weaker children to a lone station farthest from the planet.  These children were special and were deemed to have special gifts that would be vital to the prosperity of their world in the near future.  These little ones were far and few between.  They were pale skinned, light haired and bright eyed children who were sent to a lone man for care.

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[original] Get Thee Gone!

The old man sat precariously on the throne, guarded by several large pyres of ice.  Icy blue skin and eyes contrasted tremendously with his white hair, woolly beard and rich robes, and a mischievous smile gave his face a mischievous look.  Where was he going to send the next squall or blizzard?  Germany?  France?  Southwestern Ontario, Canada?  The wicked grin changed to a thoughtful frown as his pyres began to shrink.  He knew that his time on the throne was coming to an end soon.  He had to throw out as many storms and pleasantries of his season before the enormous doors banged open.

“Old Man Winter!” Came her cheery voice.  “Times up!”

“Ah yes,” he said as snowflakes blew out with every word.  “Spring.  How have you been dear?”

Spring was a budding woman no older than thirty with green curly hair tumbling down her shoulders.  Her golden eyes shined with renewal, and her hands were placed precariously on her hips.  Broad leaves covered her slender figure before she stormed up to the ice barrier and pointed a long, green nail from an avocado toned finger that graced her whole body.  The overuse of green in springs’ attire annoyed Winter to no end.

“How have I been, Old Man?” She asked tartly.  “How have I been?!  I’ve been trying to warm this area up for weeks, and you keep pushing me away because you feel inclined to drop another three feet of snow on some poor town.”

Winter heaved a mighty, dreary sigh before flicking his weathered wrists to give Spring a path to enter.  “Come Spring, why all this complaining?  I’m only doing my job, the same as you.”

“I quite happen to like the sounds of baby birds and smells of tulips, thanks.” She responded crisply.  “Winter is over, Old Man and it’s my turn to play on the throne for the next little bit.”

“Tell me Spring,” Winter challenged.  “How do you propose to get me off my throne?  The world would look fantastic in a blanket of white, don’t you think?”

“Let me think about that,” Spring spat back.  “No.  Never.  Not gonna happen.  Pack your bags, clear out the chambers and for the love of all things sane, get rid of all this ice!

Winter’s booming laughter reverberated in the large hall before he rose to his feet.  Spring had always amused him and he felt like taunting her a bit more.  She was like a cat chasing a ball full of catnip when she rose to the occasion like this.  “Tell me Spring, if I were to… abdicate the throne to you today, what would you give me in return?”

“What’s in this for you?  Simple,” she said confidently with a snap of her fingers.  Threads of green began creeping up the old man’s legs.  “You hand over the throne, and I won’t turn you into a green old man Winter.”

He smirked at her spunky nature.  “Really Spring.  You would turn this poor old man into a hedge statue.  Really my sweet girl, you wound me.”

“I could always turn you into a tree.  You’re certainly tall enough, and the bird and squirrels would love to make their homes on or in you,” she shot back with a wink.  “A nice flowering Tulip Tree would suit you just fine.”

“Really my dear, you know I don’t like tulips.” He groaned.

“Thus their appeal.” She returned smugly.  “Big, tall and pink, purple and white all spring.  After that, Summer would have a blast with you!”

“Ah yes, Summer has always been a pain.”

“We’re the younger seasons, old man.  We’re supposed to be carefree and fun.  You and Fall?  Well, you’re the old farts who try to keep the young’uns in line and all that old fart stuff that Fall spouts.”

Winter shook his head at the girl before levelling a hard look at her.  “Watch your tone or I’ll refuse to give you the throne six weeks early.”

Spring waved her dismissively at the threat.  “Please, like anybody believes what those groundhogs say.  I bet you’ve been paying them to see their shadows and go back to sleep for another six weeks.”

Clever girl thought Winter and Spring merely grinned that smug little grin of hers.

“You can correct me if I’m wrong,” she quipped.

SILENCE!” He bellowed before stepping off the throne’s dais.  He glared daggers at the girl before sweeping past her with one last cold blast.  “Foolish child, you’ll pay for this insolence next year.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she quipped in response.

Spring skipped up the dais and settled herself on it as the pyres of ice were quickly disposed of and replaced with several broad, newly budding trees.  The chamber was filled with the scent of the forest as Winter slammed the doors behind him.  Year after year, Spring always reminded Winter of one solitary point.

Spring was more than a pretty face.

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This post was inspired by this prompt.  Although, instead of making Spring male, I opted for a female, more spunky Spring!  Also, Grammarly is amazing. If you have the extra cash lying around, give it a shot.

Sorry! T^T

You might have noticed in recent weeks that I keep accidentally posting fandom stuff on this blog only to have them disappear minutes later. Please forgive me for these posts as I’m still getting used to the WordPress quick post thing.

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~ Jay

[fanfic] Sanctuary

They don’t happen very often but there’s times when Selphie needs a break.  She needs some peace and quiet and a shoulder to lean on as I’ve come to learn through our journey together.  She’ll talk to Irvine and Quistis about everything but when she wants a bit of time to herself, she comes to me.  She talks for a little bit but eventually, she goes silent and leans against me.  Of course, everybody wonders where she’s run off to without so much as a word.  I can’t say that I blame them for that but if she wants time to herself, I’m not about to deny her that liberty.

We all want time alone sometimes.

Like this very moment where she’s curled a small hand around one of mind and her head is bowed to the point where I can’t see her eyes through her bangs.  I can tell when someone needs time to think as the others have learned about me over these past few months.  Even as her hands tremble, shoulders start shaking and she sniffles a few times, I won’t make her talk about it until she is ready for it.  She doesn’t need to be as strong as she appears all the time and that’s all she wants.

Sometimes, Rinoa will be there and they will do the same thing that we’re doing right now.  They’ll talk for a little bit, Rinoa will wrap her arms around the smaller girl and Selphie lets it all out.  All the anger, frustration and disbelief that she keeps inside.  It’s amazing how someone who can be so full of energy and spirit can truthfully be so damaged inside.  She doesn’t need to say a word, the two of us just know that she’s hurting; we all do.

“Squall?”

I look down at her, genuinely curious.  “Yes, Selphie?”

“Is it okay if I stay here again tonight?” She asks me shyly.

She seems to find comfort in my being nearby.  I’ve been there when she’s woken up in the middle of the night screaming from nightmares and held her close until she calmed down.  This is the side of Selphie that only those that she trusts inexplicably will ever get to see.

She’s just as weak as the rest of us as I nod my head.  I’d been given the bonus of a double sized dorm room since my return and Selphie knows that she’s always welcome here.  I’ll let her take the bed and I’ll claim the couch.  We’re all working through the issues that came up thanks to the war and sudden celebrity status that comes along with it.  A lot of people figured that Selphie would be the perfect spokesperson for Garden.  She surprised everybody when she declined the offer that the Headmaster made.

“I’m a SeeD,” Selphie had stated firmly.  “I can’t protect the people I care about if I’m always out and about telling people how great and wonderful Garden.  If you ask me, that’s something for people to decide on their own.” Were the words that came out of her mouth that day as everyone in the room stared at her for quite some time.

Nobody knew why she’d refused the position in the end.  Selphie is Selphie and if she doesn’t want to do something than she’s not going to do it.  I would hear occasional whispers about it but the surprise it left behind in its wake died down after a couple of days.  SeeD doesn’t have time to gossip when there are still people out there who need our help.  We had accomplished our main objective for the time being and helping with relief efforts had taken top priority.

A quick squeeze of my hand brings my gaze down to Selphie.

“You’re doing your overthinking thing again,” she teases as I roll my eyes at her.

“I’ve got a lot of things on my mind these days,” I replied after a prolonged silence.

“Well, you can always tell me.  Or any of us really.”

A smile forms on my face as I nod and she curls in closer in response.  “I know, Selphie.”

“Good.”

I glanced up at the clock and said, “It’s getting late.”

I didn’t get a response.  Looking down, I saw Selphie’s eyes were closed and she looks peaceful curled up against me asleep.  She’s easy enough to move to my bed as she burrows into the comforter after it’s pulled up over her.

This room just isn’t my sanctuary.

[poetry] Three-Decade-Old Life

ImageGive me a break.

I’m a little fed up

Of being short-changed

In my three-decade-old life.

Give me some peace.

A little slice of how

Life’s supposed to be,

In my three-decade-old life.

Give me some love.

My knight in shining armor.

That appreciates me for me,

In my three-decade-old life.

Give me my life.

I don’t want your rose-coloured glasses

I’ll see with my own eyes,

In my three-decade-old life.