Zombie Love

Zombie Love

There once was a man named Bobbie
He loved and was loved by Charlotte
He was bitten by a Zombie
Now all he wears is scarlet
And poor Charlotte
Now wears scarlet
Too

The Beach Ball

The Beach Ball


A slam, a splash, a laugh
A fish escapes from the gaff
Colors pool and ripple over the surface
The rainbow circle is brought into the swells embrace
The laughs fade, as the color disappears
An inferno blazes to the sounds of cheers
And the sky becomes dark, but is lit by twinkling wishes

History of a Hootenanny

Definition of a Hootenanny: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hootenanny

History of a Hootenanny

It started as nothing
Not a bit, not a piece, not a thingie-a-mi-jigger
And then it expanded and grew and became bigger
Slowly, but surely it opened its eyes
It glanced around and looked at the skies
It saw the blue, and the yellow, and the white
And smiled at the light
Its mind expanded and grew
And it knew
That it flew
It was a thought, but also the universe
No it is not a farce
For it is a type of dance, and a type of music
It is a classic

The Pickle

The hand reaches up
And the pup
Licks its chops
When the sour thing drops
What a silly canine
To gobble what’s mine
When all it is, is sour
And within the hour
Will be in the flowers

Anniversary Double Haiku

Anniversary Double Haiku
Dedicated to my lovely Parents

Fire crackled bright
In the middle of the hearth
And in the two hearts

A special day here
Remember the love you share
Lasts eternity

High Hill Disastor

Warnings: None

High Hill Disaster

I clamored into the front seat of the 4-runner with a huge grin on my face. I threw my polka dot high heel shoes into the back seat as my mom got into the driver’s seat. The evening had been wonderful despite the fact that my feet now felt like a hundred needles were burying themselves into the bottoms and sides of my feet.
The theatrical production of Les Miserables had been preformed at the Pioneer Theatre Company and any theatre going person knows that for professional shows you must dress up in at least business casual. Our society doesn’t really have the big balls or parties where girls can feel pretty, especially for myself since I don’t go to very many dances either.
It had started that morning when we went shopping for snow coats because we were going up to the cabin the next weekend. Berlington Coat Factory was my mom’s and mine preferred store so we dragged the guys of our family there.
That’s when I spotted it.
A cocktail dress with white background and black flowers, it came down to about the knees and had black netting underneath. It was also a spaghetti strap. I picked it up with a slight smile. A thing to understand about me is that I’m a slight tomboy. I play video games like Halo, Fable, Final Fantasy, and Zelda. I never wear makeup unless it’s for a special occasion. So, I hardly ever ask for dresses.
I have only one formal dress that I wear, and it goes against ‘school code’ so I have to ear something over it. But I didn’t have any semi-formal dresses and I really liked this one.
My mom was with me looking at dresses as well. I ran up to her and showed her the dress.
She smiled and said, “That’s very pretty.”
“Can I get it?” I asked biting my lip. She thought for a moment before saying that I should try it on first.
Coming out of the dressing room my mom gasped and grinned broadly.
“That fits you so well,” she said. “But what you wear it for?”
“I’ll wear it to Les Mis tonight,” I said. My mom pointed out that not many people dress up that fancy for theatre anymore, but I was determined to have it. I took off the dress, inside the dressing room, before folding it up.
As we were coming out of the dressing area my mom spotted these tiny polka dotted shoes. She held them up to my dress and grinned.
“They match perfectly,” she said. I looked at the size on them and frowned.
“They’re too big,” I said pointing out the small black six on the shoes. I tried them anyway and sure enough they were a little bit too big. We searched the surrounding area for any other polka dotted shoes, but they seemed to be the only ones. This took about half an hour because my mom also looked for new shoes for herself.
So what to do? I didn’t have any shoes that were cute, but impractical like other girls so I smirked and said I would get them anyway. They would be my first high heeled pumps. I had one other pair of high heel shoes, but they were easier to walk on, even though I tripped and sprained my ankles on those (never wear high heels to the mall).
We went over to my dad who raised an eyebrow at the dress, but agreed to buy them for me. I was ecstatic.
When my mom and I got home I put the dress and shoes on, and promptly stumbled as I took my first step.
We straightened my hair that was down to the middle of my back then. I wore some of my mom’s silver hanging earrings and necklace. I also put on makeup.
My mom also got dressed up fancy for the play. She had these pants on that looked like they were a dress because they had a thinner material over it that flowed when you turned. My mom is tall, around 5’ 8”, with beautiful hair the flows down her back and wonderful posse and confidence. I love to be seen with her and think that I have the genes in me to be like that as well someday.
I didn’t put on the shoes until we got to the University of Utah campus, which is where the Pioneer Theatre Company resides. We walked around the campus for a little bit and that’s when I realized how very uncomfortable the shoes my dad had bought for me were. I had to take them off half way through the walk and go barefoot.
After an hour we went into the theatre. It was embarrassing when I had to get my mom to help me up the stairs as she laughed at me.
“It’s so much fun to see a tomboy in high heels,” she said. “Not that anyone here would be able to tell that you’re a tomboy.” I rolled my eyes, but snickered slightly at the truthful statement.
The play was magnificent and half way through we were allowed to go downstairs for refreshments. Down three flights of stairs in high heels is not fun. I almost tripped three times and slightly twisted my ankle.
On the way back up after ten minutes my mom leaned in close to me and smiled, “All the boys were starring at you.” I blushed as I’m sure my mom knew when she said it.
The second act through Les Mis was when the high heels really began to hurt. Slowly the needles began to malevolently poke at my skin causing sharp pains to go up my legs. Glancing around I slowly pushed my shoes off, sighing as my feet felt free once again. I was able to enjoy the rest of the play without any worries.
I put my shoes on only long enough to get out of the theatre, I took them off as soon as we were free of the smiling and talking crowd. I ran across the parking lot barefoot with my mom laughing behind me.
I clamored into the front seat of the 4-runner with a huge grin on my face. I threw my polka dot high heel shoes into the back seat as my mom got into the driver’s seat. I plugged my i-pod into the car and turned on the music to Les Mis as my mom and I talked excitedly of the production we had just seen.

The Fallen

Warnings: Depressing, extreme violence, minority repression, terrible editing.

The Fallen

Falling…

The war was over, the elves had lost. Two of the only known elves stood on a stand guards surrounding one. The other knelt before the executioner he turned back to where his sister called for him tears filling her eyes.
“Chonic…” she cried. Chonic gave her a reassuring smile.
“Shh. Faylle,” was all the elf said, he glanced away from his sister and caught sight of a figure in the window above before it moved from view. Chonic’s gaze lingering for a few moments before he turned abruptly to look steadfastly out into the now setting sun.
Chonic felt the cold steel of a sword touch his neck as the court yard burst into extravagant colors of red and yellow. Faylle sobbed behind him as the sword lifted off his neck and came down with a….
Whap? Chonic opened his eyes to see his sister’s shoe lying by the now unconscious executioner.
“Chonic!” The elf dove for the contract killer’s dropped sword. He felt his hand wrap around the steel of the hilt and he spun before one of the guards cut him in half. Chonic pushed up causing the guard to stumble back, making him open for a killing blow.
Chonic stepped over the body and ran to help his sister, who was actually having no problem handling her guard.
“Don’t worry about me Chonic!” She yelled. “Go!” The elf came to a stop as he was about to protest, but one look from his sister’s eyes told him, no arguing.
“Thank you, Faylle,” he said as he dashed past the guard and into the door that lead into the tall malevolent castle.
***
Chonic heard his feet echo in the hallway as he entered the second floor of the castle. He went over to the room where he had seen the figure and opened the door with a creak. The sun was almost below the mountains now creating a soft color that would have made anyone feel warm and comfortable. Chonic, however, did not feel warm or comfortable. To him these colors meant death in every possible. The death of his people, the death of the land, the death of his twin…
He treaded softly onto the red blood carpet. The door slammed behind him, he spun and came face to face with a figure in black robes. The figure stood looking at the elf his dark eyes twinkling from under the hood.
“Hello, Chonic,” he said in a whisper that carried throughout the darkening room. Chonic’s sword was up and he was breathing heavily, this person caused a deep unreasonable horror deep within his heart.
“Who are you?” he asked in a shaky voice. The figure stepped closer.
“Don’t you remember me?” asked the figure slowly he drew his hood back showing flowing golden hair that crawled beautifully down past his shoulders, familiar dark eyes pierced into Chonic’s whole being. The elf took a blinding step back and almost collapsed with shock. His sword dropped to the ground with a clang that echoed through the room.
“Elessar…?” The other man smiled slightly at Chonic’s discomfort. “No, that’s impossible, I saw you fall…”
“You saw what I wanted you to see Chonic,” said Elessar taking out his own sword. Chonic’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” he asked taking a panicked step back, the back of his legs hitting the only furniture in the room, a blood red bed.
“I hate you Chonic,” Elessar whispered his voice dripping with loathing. “Kind, gentle, Chonic, loved by everyone, family, strangers… even enemies.” He raised his sword to the elf’s chest. The sword shaking with barely suppressed hatred. “You’re lucky, you’ll be able to see your sister die before you do.”
Chonic’s head snapped up as he heard a scream from the court yard.
“Faylle!” he roared as he tried to run to the side of Elessar, but was stopped before he could get to the window and was forced onto the bed. The golden haired elf looked at Chonic insanely before he placed the sword on his stomach.
Suddenly he thrust it in through the elf clear down until the hilt touched Chonic’s stomach. Chonic cried out and grabbed the hilt, but it was buried so deep into his body and the bed that it was impossible to take out. Elessar almost gently took the elf’s shaking hands off the sword his own hands replacing them.
Smiling sadistically he twisted the sword causing Chonic to scream and thrash in the attempt to throw Elessar off, but soon the screams became whimpers as Chonic lost his energy. Elessar let the sword go and got off the elf. He went to the only glowing candle in the now very dark room. He picked it up and began walking to the door before stopping at another whimper of pain from the dark haired elf.
“Elessar….” Chonic pleaded in a way that asked ‘why’. Elessar turned and blew out the candle plunging the room into the grip of night.
“Goodnight, my twin.”

Forever falling… falling…

Mother and Father Day Poems

To Mother Dear

For all the days of the year

We thank you from the bottom of our hearts

For giving us a kick start

To Mother Dear

You chase away our fear

And fill us with love and care

You catch us before we fall down the stair

To Mother Dear

You put up with our sneers and jeers

With our moaning and crying

And we want you to know we know your trying

To Mother Dear

We just want to say we’re glad you’re near

Through thick and thin we have you here

And we want you to know that you have us too

For whenever you are blue

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The Marvelous Father

He flies through the air

Fighting homework and teachers

And all the things that give us a scare

The Marvelous Father

He has powers beyond compare

Fixing computers that bother

And programs that err.

The Marvelous Father

Has knowledge of the cosmos

Which he deciphers

He battles wrong facts making them vamoose

The Marvelous Father

Has one special power

Would you like to know?

He gave me the ability to fly too

And for that I say thank you