ask me
when the imprisoned return
and when their 15 hearts hold honor
and when their hands hold lilies
ask me
when the perfect blend of women
and earth
destroys humanity
ask me
why his lips
taste deeper meaning
and harsh desires
ask me
why this avenue is coated
with the lines
of a mountain
ask me
when the traitor's mind
discovers a reasonable
path
and ask me
why the billionaire
and his team
thrive in the history books
so ask me
and ask me again
will the pure
live here
2.13.2014
2.11.2014
Prompt 3: The Life - Episode 1
I became breathless at the horizon that laid before us. The sun was just rising, and pinks, blues, and purples swirled with the sky like paint in a bowl of water, freely, without pattern. I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life, not even in the present day. There were too many buildings where I was from, blocking nature's gift almost everyday. I closed my eyes and allowed the sound of crashing waves to greet my ears. I was getting use to this type life, falling asleep to the sonorousness of nature, the rocking and wavering of the boat, taking anything and everything I wanted by just the draw of a sword, having people cower in fear, but the pirate life was still a rough one. Not only did we have to worry about extreme storms (too bad satellites hadn't been invented yet), but we also had to deal with the law and rival territories, specifically with the Spanish, and the lack of cleanliness.
My crew bustled down below from the Crow's Nest where I stood, getting my ship, the White Stallion, ready to set sail. There was only one more place I needed to go, and that was La Blanquilla. It's said that was where Blake Sam hid his treasure, and I wanted to find it. I grabbed hold of the closest rigs and climbed down to my rightful place on my ship, at the helm.
"I hope my steed is ready to tackle her course!" I bellowed taking the wheel. My first mate, Jonny Eras, or Jolly Eyes, handed me my hat. I gave him a hearty smack on the back.
"Aye," he replied in his raspy, low voice. "She's all ready to go, Captain." He was about 6'7", an absolute giant with a harsh demeanor, a big, scruffy, red beard that reached the midsection of his chest, braided, and bright, ocean blue eyes, hence where his nickname originates from. The guy was built like a tank, which made sense; he worked out non-stop as we traveled the seas. He maned the sails which required you to tug on ten pound rope. He had a scorpion tattooed on the back of his neck, its tail curling toward his collarbones, but I learned quickly that he had a heart of pure gold.
He became my first crew mate when I traveled to the 1670's, the peak of the Golden Age of Piracy. I always wanted to visit the pirate age. It intrigued me as I studied at the Institute of Time Manipulation in Tokyo, Japan. I read all about it; famous pirates like Blackbeard terrorizing the oceans with his ship, Queen Anne's Revenge. And so, I came across Jonny.
He was a mere beggar in the first island I came to, Tortuga. I knew he would be the perfect addition to the White Stallion, a Man O' War ship that I captured in the bay only days earlier. It needed work, and he was the muscle that I needed to get that work done.
"Could you spare some change, love?" He asked in that raspy voice that I now knew so well. Then, his beard didn't look nearly as red, and he didn't have his scorpion tattoo. He looked a lot less intimidating.
"How about a place on my ship?" I countered. "Leave this begging life behind. Sail the seas with me and you'll have so much gold that you won't be able to hold it all."
At first, he gave me a reluctant look. I knew he didn't believe me, but then I ushered him to my beauty that rested at the docks and he was automatically convinced. From that point on, I knew that it was the start of something great.
"Captain," I repeated. "God, I will never get over that." I sat my hat securely on my head and grip the wooden helm. I had been in this time period for a little over a year, but I felt like it was just getting started.
1.31.2014
Prompt 2: Adrift
She gasped with excitement and shouted over the noise of the propeller:
"The islands in the clouds are real!"
"This is a joke right?!" Lydia questioned glaring out the window of the plane at the hovering landscape in disbelief. "The altitude is messing with our heads, I'm sure of it." She bit her lip. "There's no such thing as...floating scenery."
Carter shook her head. "No, this is real. This is way, way real! And way cool! I can't believe it. The stories that I've heard as a child...they were true all along!"
Carter reflected on the days of her childhood; her mother tucking her into bed, a glass of warm milk on the nightstand, and the glowing lava lamp across the room on her dresser. Her mother's short, jet black hair tucked behind her ears with her reading glasses propped on the top of her head. Even back then, she appeared pale, sick looking. She never read bedtime stories from a book, which Carter found quite odd as she thought back. The islands in the clouds, otherwise known as Drijvende Wereld, was one of the stories that she knew best, word for word. Were all the stories that her mother told not fiction after all? Were there actually portals to other dimmensions? Our anti-selves on the other side?
"And there were islands in the sky," Carter began to recite. "Its sun was not ours, and neither was its moon, but it resided under the same blanket of stars."
"We gaan raken een beetje turbulentie!" The pilot yelled through the intercom. "Don't let it startle you!"
"What did he say?" Lydia said frowning.
"We're going to be hitting a little bit of turbulence - wait - how did I know that's what he said?" Carter covered her mouth with both of her hands and her eyes grew wide.
"What language is that?"
"Dutch." Carter mumbled through her hands. As she took her hands away from her mouth, they began to shake. "I-I never - my mother spoke Dutch as her first language, but I never learned. I don't - what in the hell does this mean?"
"I don't know. M-Maybe it's another one of those things that your mother told you in a story once?" Lydia could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin.
Carter drew her mouth into a line in concentration. She tried to remember everything that her mom ever told her. "Well, there was this one thing..."
"Well, spit it out, so we can figure out what the hell is wrong with you!"
"When your parents die, you receive some of their characteristics. Almost as if a part of them now becomes a part of you. Some of them are chosen by your parents for you to have while others aren't. Well, I guess I got her tongue of our motherland." Carter touched her lips.
"So, maybe your mother wanted you to be able to speak Dutch as an apology for not teaching you?"
Suddenly, the plane began to tilt and quake. Lydia quickly grabbed for Carter's hand and continued to look out the window, bracing herself against the rumbles and shakes that came with turbulence. As they got closer and closer to the array of islands, she could see other planes landing and taking off. The ones that were leaving the landing strips appeared to just fall off the runaway, back down to Earth. People visited this place like it was a normal thing to do? Like going to Orlando or Las Vegas?
The pilot shut off the engine and allowed the plane to glide down toward the hovering island, landing with a slight thud and drifting down the runway.
"We're here!" The pilot stood in the doorway with a grin on his face. His teeth were point, resembling a shark or a piranha. It rose the hairs on the back of Lydia's neck. "Please enjoy your stay in Drijvende Wereld."
"This is a joke right?!" Lydia questioned glaring out the window of the plane at the hovering landscape in disbelief. "The altitude is messing with our heads, I'm sure of it." She bit her lip. "There's no such thing as...floating scenery."
Carter shook her head. "No, this is real. This is way, way real! And way cool! I can't believe it. The stories that I've heard as a child...they were true all along!"
Carter reflected on the days of her childhood; her mother tucking her into bed, a glass of warm milk on the nightstand, and the glowing lava lamp across the room on her dresser. Her mother's short, jet black hair tucked behind her ears with her reading glasses propped on the top of her head. Even back then, she appeared pale, sick looking. She never read bedtime stories from a book, which Carter found quite odd as she thought back. The islands in the clouds, otherwise known as Drijvende Wereld, was one of the stories that she knew best, word for word. Were all the stories that her mother told not fiction after all? Were there actually portals to other dimmensions? Our anti-selves on the other side?
"And there were islands in the sky," Carter began to recite. "Its sun was not ours, and neither was its moon, but it resided under the same blanket of stars."
"We gaan raken een beetje turbulentie!" The pilot yelled through the intercom. "Don't let it startle you!"
"What did he say?" Lydia said frowning.
"We're going to be hitting a little bit of turbulence - wait - how did I know that's what he said?" Carter covered her mouth with both of her hands and her eyes grew wide.
"What language is that?"
"Dutch." Carter mumbled through her hands. As she took her hands away from her mouth, they began to shake. "I-I never - my mother spoke Dutch as her first language, but I never learned. I don't - what in the hell does this mean?"
"I don't know. M-Maybe it's another one of those things that your mother told you in a story once?" Lydia could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin.
Carter drew her mouth into a line in concentration. She tried to remember everything that her mom ever told her. "Well, there was this one thing..."
"Well, spit it out, so we can figure out what the hell is wrong with you!"
"When your parents die, you receive some of their characteristics. Almost as if a part of them now becomes a part of you. Some of them are chosen by your parents for you to have while others aren't. Well, I guess I got her tongue of our motherland." Carter touched her lips.
"So, maybe your mother wanted you to be able to speak Dutch as an apology for not teaching you?"
Suddenly, the plane began to tilt and quake. Lydia quickly grabbed for Carter's hand and continued to look out the window, bracing herself against the rumbles and shakes that came with turbulence. As they got closer and closer to the array of islands, she could see other planes landing and taking off. The ones that were leaving the landing strips appeared to just fall off the runaway, back down to Earth. People visited this place like it was a normal thing to do? Like going to Orlando or Las Vegas?
The pilot shut off the engine and allowed the plane to glide down toward the hovering island, landing with a slight thud and drifting down the runway.
"We're here!" The pilot stood in the doorway with a grin on his face. His teeth were point, resembling a shark or a piranha. It rose the hairs on the back of Lydia's neck. "Please enjoy your stay in Drijvende Wereld."
Response #3 - Lara Croft
For anyone who truly knows me, they know that I'm an absolute video game freak. I've been playing video games since about 4 years old, starting out with a Sega Genesis and then having almost every video game platform since then. From Xbox, to the Playstation, to Gameboys, video games have been an essential part of my life. When we had our Playstation 1 so many years ago, my brother and I played Tomb Raider, the story of the adventurer Lara Croft. As a kid, she became one of my favorite characters since there weren't many female protagonists (there aren't many now). Last year in March, Crystal Dynamics recreated the Tomb Raider game coming out on multiple gaming platforms, such as the Xbox 360, PS3, PS4. Hands down, it became one of my favorite games of all time. It was so much more exciting than the previous Tomb Raider games and the graphics were absolutely amazing. It's a free roam game which is every gamer's dream. It allows you to stray from the main story line to discover other plots and activities to do. It shows an incredible new side of Lara Croft, and I would give this game a 10/10 for sure. If you like female protagonists, danger, and suspense, then you need to play this game.
1.28.2014
Response #2 - Trends That Men Hate
Ah yes, the notorious Trends That Men Hate phenomenon that hit the web only about 2 weeks ago. Personally, this is my favorite topic to talk about, so I needed to make a post on it. First off, let me give you some of the trends that men hate to begin this post:
- High waisted shorts or jeans
- Makeup (which is extremely ironic in the sense that when you wear makeup, they prefer that you're "natural," but when you DO go natural, they're all like, "Ew, you're so ugly. You should wear makeup." VHAT?)
- Peplums
- Floppy hats
- Open side shirts
- Pants suits
- Over sized sweaters
Response #1 - Restoring Force
So, Of Mice & Men just released their new album today (Jan. 28th) here in the US titled Restoring Force. I didn't pre-order the album, BUT they did release it on YouTube for everyone to hear and might I say, they did a really amazing job with it. I was a little reluctant at first, feeling as if this album wasn't going to be as good as their previous album (side note: it wasn't), but alas, they still killed it. The new album consists of 11 songs, all different in their own way. Public Service Announcement is definitely the heaviest song on the album, adding some exciting guitar riffs that is really quirky and a little odd, but at the same time, extremely cool. The lyrics are great, giving that "Why do you care about what I do and who I am," type of feel to it. It's something that will get you off of your feet and moshing around your room without a care in the world. You're Not Alone is another song with amazing vocals by their new member Aaron Pauley from Jamie Elsewhere. Perfect melodies and of course, a great message behind the screams. Great album, but not as great as The Flood. If I had to rank it out of their 3 existing albums, it would be ranked 3rd...
1.23.2014
Metal =/= Satanic Music/Worship
This has been on my mind for a long time ever since I started listening to the art that is heavy metal/hardcore/grindcore music in the 6th grade, and it desperately needs to be shared because I'm sick (triple underline "I'm sick") of hearing about it!
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
- Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
- Metal does not equal satanic music/worship.
METAL DOES NOT EQUAL SATANIC MUSIC OR WORSHIP.
I don't know how many times in how many different ways I can say it! Metal, just like every other genre of music, is a form of self expression, and before you judge or be a total close minded bigot and say, "Aw, that's devil music," and "Oh, you must worship the devil listening to that," listen to the music, read the lyrics, and see all the positivity and strong meaning behind it! Here are a few of my favorite bands sharing the message of positive vibes and real inner issues:
Issues - Never Lose Your Flames
Tyler Carter (clean vocalist of Issues) - Collins Hill
We Came As Romans - Hope
Of Mice & Men - Second & Sebring
side note: this song is about the lead unclean vocalist's (Austin Carlile) mother.
Yeah, so before you try to tell me about the music that I listen to and try to call it "devil's music," check your facts first.
Thank you. ~ x
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