He’s a super fighter,

If a bit arrogant.

Kinda spoiled,

But can get things done when the occasion calls for it.

My new puppy is kinda spoiled, too.

But that’s not why I named him after this character.

It was because of the colour of his collar.

You can’t see it in this picture, but it’s purple.

Same colour as the hair of this anime fighter.

Okay, I just wanted an excuse to post pic of my puppy. :D

azure tongues of fire

quiver in rum-and-tea-tainted

breaths heaved between

slurred verses of unbirthday tunes,

drops of emerald wax spotting

buttercream icing like grass-stains

on young, clumsy knees

the dull ache behind my eyes

is fed by the sharp clinks

of teacups on saucers and

drunken guffaws, so grating

i’d much rather be serenaded

by the Red Queen herself

i allow my ebony topper

to drift past my brow, sparing

my eyes from further agony,

as i escape to manic

(and much-preferred)

fantasies of my mad mind’s crafting

the warbling slows to a whisper,

the stamping of feet is silenced,

and my lips can’t help but

one meager smile at

the glorious tranquility

of insanity

From rags to riches

for just one quick night.

Lets show those bitches

they can’t win this fight.

.

Got new clothes, new car

They don’t know I’m here.

Tonight I’m the star.

Let us dance, my dear.

.

I can get the guy,

if I do this right.

Damn it; I only

have til midnight.

I was a child when I entered a new country.

All through my life I have been a child at heart,

And that has saved me.

I have thawed winters,

And revived the dying.

My reign was golden.

I was nearly a lioness.

I sailed to the edge of the world,

And I have spoken with stars.

No one has felt a parting as painful as mine,

But no longing hope burned as brightly,

For the day when I would see You again.

“different”

“weird”

“crazy”

rings around my ears.

but i don’t

quite hear it.

swishing skirt.

ukulele digging into my back.

tiny pink nose

poking out from

golden flower.

they glare.

i smile.

they don’t

seem to see

that all these things

make

me

me.

blinded by what they think is

"right".

but perhaps

it's me

who's blind?

Kept in the dark so long

‘Protected’ from the truth,

But they could never save me from my fate.

From who I am.

From the invisible world around me.

My best friend lied to me.

My mother died for me?

And my father...

He would not take me in.

I had no one.

Til I woke to the sight of golden curls and steely eyes.

I know who I am.

I am power and I am hope.

I am prophecy foretold.

I am strong as riptides.

The last hopes of my world

I preserve or raze.

My life is not easy.

Unanswered questions and danger.

But I fight for peace.

For love.

For hope, hope of a beautiful future.

I want my mother back, blue batter and all.

I want a peaceful world, to have the chance to live my life again.

I want time...to grow old with my girl.

I want to be the hero I was destined to be.

Through storm or fire.

Whatever may come.

My Mother useless,

My father gone.

And now, I'm as good as dead.

I'm a human sacrifice.

I am a bird.

I regret never being able to say.

Thank you and goodbye.

Now try to guess

Who am I?

I admit it, I'm an old, grumpy, miserable bastard, but you would be too if it happened to you.

We were joined at the hip, growing up, (not literally), me and my brother but we started to grow apart when we got older until that day... The day of the blowout... The day I lost him.

So, now I'm stuck here, trying to figure a way of getting him back, but I put my talents to good use. I turned his old woodland shack into a store.

There's a lot of weird things in the world and I can fake anything. Mermaid skeletons, Sasquatch footprint mouldings, werewolf pelts, my store's full of crap like that.

*sigh* And yesterday, I got a letter from my nephew. He wants to send his bratty little twins up here for their summer vacation.

I'm sure it'll be hell but I suppose I could put them to work in the store.

Oh well, it's not like it's the end of the world.