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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.


~ 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.


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.”


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.

[poetry] The Sun will Always Shine


The day is gloomy,

The atmosphere is dire.

It’s a grand day for dark thoughts,

But don’t even bother.

The rain will fall,

The ground will be muddy,

But the sun will always shine.

It cuts through the darkness

Like a hot knife through butter.

It acts like a boomerang

And always comes back.

So let the sun shine.

Let it enter your life.

Let it brighten your day.

Give it a chance,

You just might like it.

The sun will always shine.

[poetry] Powers that Be


Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the peace of mind to get through my day.

For the insight to recognize that my problems – while significant,

Are insignificant in our world today.

For the clarity to know that my livelihood is helping others.


Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the strength to rise up and stand for what I believe in.

For the power of love that radiates all around me.

For the creativity that courses through my veins.

For the belief that one day, things will get better.


Today I pray to the powers that be.

[poetry] To My Dearest Friends

Here we have ourselves, a Valediction! Also known as, an elaborate way of saying goodbye to someone. Or in this, so long.


Goodbyes are hard enough as it is.

But when people just disappear all the time,

It’s hard to keep going after

Everything that’s happened.

But here I sit, writing this letter.

For me though, it’s not goodbye;

More like “So long.”

For every little thing you’ve done for me,

I can’t thank you enough.

You’ve always been there,

Through thick and thin, good and bad.

You let me lean on your when I cried,

Took care of me when I was sick or hurt.

The time we fought or

Trained together meant the world to me.

You guys are part of my family;

And they’re a ll so precious to me.

We’ve laugh and cried, screamed

And shouted. But please understand

That I never wanted to leave.

I’m not the kinda gal to beg

So put up with it just this once for my sake?

Don’t ever forget me.

I’ll never forget you.

We’ll meet again someday

I just know it!

We’re bonded together now

In a very tight chain.

Our links will never be apart.

Just like I’ll never be apart

From you.

So long my dear friends,

We’ll be together soon.

[poetry] Let Your…

Image I hope everyone is game for a little Free Verse today.  It started out with simple lines that I expanded from there.  Thank you for stopping by and for your likes and subscriptions!

Also, if you’re a frequenter of the index page, I’m going to work on making it a bit easier to follow.  Stay tuned! ^_^


Let your voice soar like the eagles.

Don’t be afraid to sing like no one’s listening.

There aren’t enough of us out there

Willing to unite the folk through song.

Let your sorrows come undone.

It’s time.

Let the melody take over.

Dance for joy.

It’s okay to be yourself.

Let your heart find inner peace.

Love is all around you.

It might be hard to find.

Trust me – it’s there.

Look closer.

Look into my eyes.

Do you see the love in my eyes?

It’s always been there.

Let your voice give thanks.

Things could be that much worse.

The clothes on your back,

The food in your belly.

They could be gone in a quickening.

Cherish them;


Let your eyes revel in the beauty around you.

The birds are singing a beauteous melody.

The sun is streaming golden beams all around us all.

The landscape unmarred by man is a

Wonderful, majestic sight to behold.

Let your mind think for itself.

Don’t follow the crowd,

They could lead you toward disaster.

And think of all the people who would miss you then.

Let your feet carry you forward.

Your hopes and dreams

Mean so much more,

When realized with integrity.

Let yourself be happy.

Healthy body, strong mind.

You illuminate my life in ways,

I never thought before.

[poetry] Adventure


I suppose one could say that getting back into writing poetry is going to let me explore the different styles all over again.  The other day, I wrote a sonnet and I appreciate those likes that every one left!  Today, I bring to you a dramatic monologue.  Enjoy it! 😀



Come here, my child and listen well.

For today I have a wondrous story to tell.

It involves a young boy who loved to climb trees

And of the marvellous sights that he saw.

He began to climb trees at the age of three.

Much to the chagrin of his Mother,

He was quite sturdy on his feet and grinned a toothy grin

At his Mother whilst she stared in horror

At her baby boy.

He didn’t climb high

This boy was most certainly not feline in nature

As one day, he fell at the tender age of six.

With his arm in a cast and a sulk about his countenance

But alas, for it did not break his spirit.

The minute that the cast was removed,

He was ready to climb again.

He leapt out of the car and with a

Mighty barrelling that shook the earth around him to its core,

He cascaded up the tree, tickled pink to feel

The rough texture of bark under his fingers again.

His Mother, petrified to the ground by the gate to their yard

Stared slackjaw and wide-eyed at her reckless little boy.

Boys will be boys, she thought, oh she thought hard.

And in the end, when the little boy was done with his climb,

He came inside to eat dinner with the broadest

Grin on his face that his parents had ever seen.

They knew then and there what they’d been

Denying, avoiding, for such a long time.

They realized then and they still believe it now.

For their little boy with his scraped elbows,

Dirty knees and

Grass-stained denim shorts,

That he was destined for great things.

And great things he did.

He lives in our history, an icon, a martyr.

When the world cried foul after his many

Innings as a pitcher of politics,

He was cast aside, assassinated

And grew to infamy.

So I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you this tale

Of adventure and tragedy.

Your life is a blessing and

You should take care.

Your adventure has just begun and

Don’t ever dream of letting it get away.

[poetry] Concentrated Badassery

She walks in beauty, like the night

Alone in thoughts, constant remorse;

Sword in hand, she starts the fighting

Strength and her brawn the only course;

She’ll fight for what she thinks is right

Justice is her mightiest force.

Basking in moonlit afterthoughts

Her breath, a cooling, wispy mist;

Looking down, she spots a small pot

With glinting contents in her midst;

She’s bold and reaches like a bot

Checking off found gold from her list.

She runs, like a thief without guilt

Through the city she calls her home;

Her base that she carefully built

Is well concealed her humble Rome;

Plundering the rust coloured silt

Her victory flawless in chrome.