This is a story about heroes and I am not one of them. They will never be forgotten. Never. The story begins in the azure waters of the Fay Ocean.

“Help!” I hollered to the docks.

Two men in a dinghy rowed my way. The man behind the ores had broad shoulders and large arms. His hair hung down to the middle of his bare back from a knot at the top of his head. The other man was thin and wore a loose white shirt. He smiled at me as he tossed a rope my direction.

I grabbed hold and he pulled me to the gunnels. I let go of the driftwood I had been clinging to for two days and nights and gave a sigh, feeling that I would reach land again.

“That’s quite the gash you have there on your side.” He pushed back the tattered portions of my shirt. The touch of his hand was near unbearable.

Through clenched teeth, I replied, “indeed.”

In mock grandeur, the thin man swung his arms about as he spoke. “Welcome to the Guppy, our fine galleon! I am your captain, Gravis. This is my first mate, Logan, and you are?” On most days, I’d say the rowboat was not much to look at, but I was happy to see it.

“I’m Pearce.”

“Well then Pearce, from the looks of you, we ought to see you to a healer. While Logan rows, you might share your misadventures as to how you came to the bleak shores of Alcoa.”

I nodded. Talking was not something I was interested in, but staying conscious was and I thought that maybe, if I kept talking, I could keep breathing.

“Our ship was taken by pirates. I think I’m the only one who lived.”

“I’d say you were lucky, were it not for where you ended up.”

“We were sailing from Treffaren to bring goods north to Kellathin. At night we had dropped anchor to prevent running ashore in the fog. I think half the crew was dead before we knew the pirates were even on board. With black powder in the hold, I knew I had to jump overboard when the fire started. Really, the black powder saved me.”

Gravis clapped his hands and slapped me on the shoulder, not minding at all that my entire body hurt through and through. “Smart lad! Well, it’s good to have you aboard.”

Logan grunted, maybe it was his way of laughing. “Out of the kettle and into the fire.”

The ocean breeze was stiff and helped push us to shore. Once Logan had tied the boat to the dock, he grabbed me like a gunnysack, despite some rather loud cries of objection from me, and hauled me to the temple.
Friar Zebbnir was a soft-spoken man with a bushy black beard and a worried face. He wore a simple brown robe with a whipcord belt. His hands were thick and meaty, and they were attached to strong arms. I wondered at what this man of the cloth might do day-to-day to build such muscle.

He asked me my name, nodded when I told him, and then set about the business of tending my wound. There was an unnatural hum in the air as he worked and my body felt warm. I couldn’t watch; I don’t like the site of my own blood flowing freely to the floor. I’m not sure if I felt no pain because I was numb or because of something he was doing, but I welcomed a little relief.

He stood up and told me, “You may stay the night here.”

When he left, I dared a look and found that my chest did not have a scratch left on it. I was hungry, hungrier than I had ever been in my whole life, but the fatigue of not sleeping for two days overtook me and I faded away.

When I woke, there was a tray with bread, cheese and a warm, fragrant tea. I devoured the breakfast, not savoring a swallow.

In the doorway, I could see Gravis talking to a man dressed in red and white robes. I couldn’t make out their words, but I saw the man hand Gravis a folded paper. The note disappeared into Gravis’ shirt.

Gravis looked my way and hollered to me, “Well, look who is awake!”

He tossed me a clean shirt, to which I replied, “I have no money—�

My soul

As I walk down the street and
See all the dead people
The sea of blood
A million throng run through my head
“Am I the only person alive?”

It turns dark so quick
And than a flame arise
Is it my repute? Or the devil spires
I know it not god
Shit god had dead when my soul dead

Everyone I know dead why
Is it my sin or what they did?
But look back if feel like I have a hole
My soul gone try to realize that
I am looking in my soul.

When you look in a mirror

What do you see when you look at me
I see hate, darkness, and regret

What do you feel when you look at me
I feel cold, alone and hurt

What do you hear when you look at me
I hear a cry of help and a plea to the devil

When you look in a mirror you see me in you
You will see me every where when you sleep I be witch.

A Funny Feeling

I get a fucking feeling,
It comes from deep inside,
I get mad and angry,
Wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,
My dad says it’s just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
No one will ever be able to see.

Some say I’m fucking psycho,
Some say I’m just weird.
It’s like I’m a different person,
And the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
Followed by feeling sad.


I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
It will some day
I fucking hate it.

When joy is drained

When joy is drained
And all is vain,
Without grudge,
I will give myself back
To that selfless Source
From which we came,
And become more of what
We mortals mostly are;

It has no want of room
And will not judge,
In its deep, dark womb,
I will rejoin
The immortal memories
Of our ancestral past;

Do not despair
Or find me wrong,
Or doubt
Our bond,
My love,
For I will be as near
As always was—

Yes,
If one of us still
Can see the stars,
As the poets have said,
We others, surely,
Will never be lost.

Mesmerized

Stricken, overcome,
I lay myself down like a lamb,
On your skin of igneous rock;

Unsated, inflamed,
I dispense poignant promises,
Shifting like a kaleidoscope;

Obsessed, demonized,
I embrace my unrevealing fate,
Clinging to what I cannot have;
Enraptured, mesmerized,
I skewer myself on your heart,
Such a lovely, painful thorn;
Intoxicated, possessed,
I insist on losing even more,
Though nothing real of me is left;
Desperate, maddened,
I covet the kiss of your healing blade,
I sacrifice myself like a dog.

To weak to say sorry.

I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I say and cried,
Didn’t realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Teras mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in teras scribed:
“To those who don’t care, to those who can’t see,
Never give up always thrive to be free.”
Didn’t know how many people would later cry.
“Tried to be free, yet I see this isn’t the way.”

Friend at the door, ran as fast as I could.
Too weak to say I’m sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn’t the way my life was meant to be.

1.Ur Name:
2.Age:
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4.r u a virgin?
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1.are we friends?
2.Do u have a crush on me?
3.Would u kiss me?
4.wit tongue?
5.Would u enjoy it?
6.Would u ever ask me out?
7.Would u make a move on me in the movies?
9.Would u take care ov me when Im sick?
10.Do u want 2 tell me sumfin that u couldnt b4?
11.Would u walk on da beach wit me?
12.If u heard a rumor about me would u defend or tell me?
13.Do u or half u talked shit about me?
14.Do u fink Im a good person?
15.Would u let me sleep wit u in da same bed
17.Do u think Im hot?
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