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Ode to the NovaEnter the age of Youtube
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.

But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.

Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.

The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.

To this day, the No

Dreaming EyesWhen I wake up every morning,
I greet the monsters under my bed.
They look a little shy and hungry,
So I give them a piece of bread.
I look into my closet,
I see a bunch of gnomes!
I ask them to come out and play,
But they just want my hair combs.
All around my room,
I can see my dearest friends!
Hello teddy bear and pegasus,
Can you help me find my pens?
Why don't we have some tea,
Then play castle of cards!
I'll be the meanie dragon,
And you can be the palace guards!
Mommy says you're only imaginary,
Daddy says you can't be real.
But I see you all every day,
Even at every meal!
For now I've got to go,
But I'm bringing Gobbles to school!
No matter what, I'm never alone,
Because my friends are so super cool!
On the grass at recess,
Maybe no one wants to play...
But Gobbles loves talking,
So everything's okay!
Other kids are always having fun,
Some think I'm a little strange!
But I guess they just can't understand...
I never want to change!
We'll pick the pretty flowers for Mo

The ShadowIn the celestial night of June,
Which was gilded by the rays of moon
I stood by the window, inhaling air,
The fresh air of the night so fair
As my gaze has roamed the hill,
I sat myself on the window sill
The breeze of summer gave a chill
And my gaze has stood now still
On the grassfield a shadow I saw,
Swaying as the wind has blown
I pried my eyes but haven't seen
Who that shadow might have been
With an eyeblink, the shadow ceased
And my fear has then deceased
I turned around with intent to rest,
Before I felt a forceful wrest!
Then I faced the shadow seen,
How abhorring it has been!
Its scream echoed in my ear
As it held me perilously near
Its grip was strong, the omen ill,
As it brought me to the window sill
I screamed and shouted, fought and lost
Through the window I've been tossed!
As I waited for life's ending
And the death was now impending,
I hit the ground, but the pain was lacking,
Neither the skull nor bones were cracking
My eyes have opened, fear was present,
The heart's th

Is there no end?Never ending nightmares in my sleep and in my wake,
Always living, never breathing,
A tortured soul's mistake.

Always believing saviors will come despite a lack of proof,
This hope will be the death of us,
Our assailants haunt our every move.

By day and by night I creep around,
I haunt him back, you see!
Little do I know, the one haunting me is me.

Shining SmileFeel such joy on just a night,
Makes me smile and shine so bright,
Wanting to never lose this again,
But knowing it doesn't end,
Happiness is what you bring,
You must be happy for any to see.
They think i'm mad or possibly sad,
But yet i smile behind these things,
It makes me happy to see them smile,
To joke and laugh about the hour,
To keep on moving never look back,
It makes me smile knowing that.

The IpomeyaHumble woodlands, a lazy stream
A quiet place where a young girl can dream.
And it was in this place that I
First saw the Ipomeya,
Amid bush and bramble and trees of green.

Creatures from legends, stories, myth;
Their breathtaking tales I spent my time with.
For parties, games, I did not care —
Speckled skin and opal eyes,
Deeper, more ephemeral than the sky.

I never thought that I would see
Two Ipomeya, sitting before me.
And being only a child
I thought, “Could this really be?”
“Could this really be happening to me?”

They spoke to me as if I were a friend
A language like the rustling of leaves,
Like the so

Splitting SkullIntruding my thoughts controlling my brain,
What can you do or so to say?
Open my memories did you just?
Or say something unlocked in the dust?
All this flow running into me,
Why am i scared so desperately?
What did you do what did you find?
One day will you tell me in time?
Head spins whirls in a wind,
Reminder of someone i remember not,
Who are you in this thought?
So much is hidden what can i do?
You unlocked something what is assumed?
My throbbing head in and out,
Wondering where i am now.
What did i say what did i do?
Who am i just to assume?
What did i say what did i do?
Who am i just to presume?

Morning CallThank you for the morning call
You said just what I have hoped
Did you hear me laughing softly
Through spring tears that gently flowed
Dove-grey sound of light rain
Whispering secrets in my ear
Under blanket happy dream
Of a smile that is so dear
I could stay in bed whole day
Feeling touch of it's caress
But in duty to my life
Lovely wish I must suppress
I will linger little longer
Quietly sit on futon edge
Watch the peaceful dreamy smile
Daily faith to it will pledge

This animal unchainedThis beast that scratches at my skin
Burns bright within me as hunger's setting in
The longing for blood itches my tongue
Sex and whiskey keeps me young.
The demon that longs to seek and destroy.
The beast that sees this world as one big toy.
The tainted angel that hungers for peace
Is being torn alive piece-by-piece.
This burning war that goes on inside me
The weight of the world won't dare to fight me
I'm filthy, untamed, devious, wild.
I'm a whore, a monster, a rebel, a fighter.

~I'm an animal unchained~

The Copper GiantCount of years have I lost,
As I dwelled in my old cellar
I tried to build at any cost -
The device so spectacular!
I'll drag my country from the dust
And the ruins of past wars
Weapons will be laid to rust,
When I energize the copper corpse!
Oh, how marvelous was the day
When I introduced my engine to the world!
And nothing could bring me dismay
When my proud heart became unfurled!
Greater and stronger than any man,
The machine showed itself in full pride!
And when the exhibition finally began,
My felicity was impossible to hide
The audience was gathered before,
The engine was still in slumber
The excitement couldn't be kept ashore,
On that evening of November
Silence stepped in and the audience gazed,
When the engine was brought to life
Even I was tremendously amazed
That I've won my internal strife
The spinning of cogs made it walk,
Though the machine clattered too loud
But the copper giant ceased every talk
And the silence made me even more proud
But my work was doomed to tatters,

Oliver May and the ChupacabraThere was once a boy named Oliver May,
Deemed a coward and a little bit gay.
To rid of his gift or curse, he would pray
That he no longer sees cryptids all day.

Oliver grew up and his hair turned gray,
No longer scared of these monsters he'd slay.

Rumors abound of goats being sucked dry;
Curious Oliver would visit and pry.
At night, he saw a creature slim and sly.
"Look closely with an inquisitive eye,
A Chupacabra!" Oliver would cry.

Setting up a trap with a goat as bait,
Oliver would hide in the bush to wait.
Chupacabra walked in and sealed its fate.
Dawn came, its head delivered on a plate.

The townsfolks would sing, dance and celebrat

3 a.m. Rhyme TimeOnce grew a tree so high
Its wooden arms did reach to embrace the lovely, lonely sky
The sapphire maiden fell in love
Yet was powerless to help or touch from her perch so far above
So the goddess for three days and nights cried pure tears of loss and sorrow
And beneath her gray veil of loss, her lost love did soak up her tears and grow
Wider and wider his arms did embrace
Until he could lift the cloud veil and reveal his savior's lovely face
"What saddens you so, goddess of my heart?"
The voice did cause the sky-maiden to start
A charming blush spread along her azure cheeks
Her voice was barely that of a whispering breeze when she began to speak
Hiding her blush and averting her eyes, she confessed her love and desire
Her soft words made the tree pause in his journey to grow ever higher
Then, suddenly, with greatest effort, he began to pull up his roots one by one
Aghast, the maiden uttered not a sound, uncomprehending of what would happen until he was almost done
She cried,

Voicemail MessageJust called to say I'm on my way
For such long time I've been away
Can't wait to be in your embrace
I miss your voice, I miss your face
I tried to call you from the post
But couldn't reach you, signal lost
The journey took me to far land
Of which you'll hear from me firsthand

Labyrinths and PuzzlesMy life's mosaic made of puzzles
It is a labyrinth of codes
I learned to read between the lines
Of lyrics, names and lately words
I solve a puzzle when I'm packing
The groceries each day of week
To lift the backpack and two bags
Is not a matter for the weak
I've really mastered packing process
I'm quite efficient, must say
Not inch of space is lost or wasted
Like game of tetris in a way
Each day is labyrinth of time
In which to find the way I strife
To fit all that I want to do
With all the chores of daily life
I love to solve interior puzzles
When I'm inspired, all night in sweat
Moving around the pianos, bookshelves
Until apartment is reset
Traditional poetic game
Keeping the rhythm and finding rhyme
Without sacrificing thought
I'm now playing all the time
Deciphering the code of life
The roles coincidences play
The hidden meanings in the signs
That teach the mind to see true way
Life's labyrinth is work of art
Like architecture of Daedalus
When it is bui

Butterfly KissesPink candy canes and butterfly kisses
Close your eyes darling, fulfill all your wishes
Slide down the rainbow into a sea of gold
To a magical place where you never grow old

Keep a tight hold of your dear teddy bear
Watch as the mermaids comb their shining hair
They'll sing you a song with voices so sweet
Listening to them is such a lovely treat

Chocolate drops fall from a vanilla sky
Pixies and fairies are all flying high
Scattering pixie dust over your head
This is better than any fairy tale you've read

The glitter carousel is waiting to start
Shimmering unicorns beg you to take part
The organ strikes up a tinkling tune
About a little cow

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The Tale of Stingy Jack

by *PumpkinSpice2891, Oct 23, 2012, 7:35:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

Stingy Jack
Was bold and shrewd;
A prankster he,
With plot so grand,
Trick'd the Devil
To keep his soul
And ensure His seat
At th' good Lord's hand.

Stingy Jack
Lived good and long,
A fool for tricks
With Liquor breath.
'Twas no surprise
When hard he fell
In drunken stupor,
Still as Death.

Dear Olde Jack
Was banned from Heav'n
And could not enter
Th' Pearly Gates.
Shunnéd and lost,
He turned back 'round
To inquire th' Host
Of th' Darker Fates.

Dear Olde Jack
Was barred from Hell.
Not even th' Devil
Desir'd His Soul.
Weary and spent,
He turn'd to th' Land
Where mortals doze
As Death bells toll.

Poor Olde Jack,
In Darkness bleak,
Afraid to walk
For fear of Fay.
A root from God,
Th' Devil's coal,
Combin'd as One
To light His way.

Poor Olde Jack,
Condemn'd to walk
A lonely Road
Where none may tread.
And where did He
With Lantern bright
Steal off to Guide
And Light th' Dead?

'Tis said He wanders
On and Gone,
His Spirit a most
Unwelcome guest.
Fay and demons
Flock to taunt
And ne'er bring
His soul to Rest.

'Tis said He wears
A Pumpkin's head
To frighten off
Those ghoulish fiends.
'Tis said He rides
A wicked mount
And slays th' Vile
With Sacred means.

'Tis said He wears
A crown of thorns,
A King of Sins
And Evil's brew.
'Tis said He stalks
And preys on maids,
Beauty rare and
Ripe in Virtue.

If thou hast found
That Cryptic wood
Where roads diverge
At Crosséd paths,
Be wary,
Yonder traveler, Hark!
Thou shan't be spared
Th' Devil's Wrath.

If some gloomy
Hallow's Eve,
Finds thee Lost
With no way back,
Seek out th' Light
To guide thee Home,
And bear in mind
Th' Tale of Jack.

The Tale of Stingy Jackby *PumpkinSpice2891

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

~CRITIQUES HIGHLY APPRECIATED~

A poem in the spirit of Halloween. It follows the legend of Jack-o-Lantern, or Stingy Jack. That's pronounced [stihn-JEE] not [sting-ee]. Part inspired by traditional folklore and part by Robert Frost.

This is from my Nightmare Before Christmas fanfic, Shade's Hollow - Chapter 7: Nightmare. It follows the following excerpt:

The scarecrow jumped away, perching on one long, hay-covered leg and twisting its body only slightly away. It turned its grinning pumpkin face to her and gently bobbed its body up and down to help keep balance. "The soul of Jack O'Lantern was barred from entering neither Heaven nor Hell, condemned to wander the mortal realm with only his lantern to guide him." the scarecrow stated in a sing-song voice. It lifted its limbs gracefully, then leapt over Bella and balanced in the same position on the other side of her.

"As All Hallow's Eve came 'round, he set out to find a place to rest, yet the people put upon their windowsills and doorsteps carved pumpkins to guard them against Jack's soul and any evil spirits that came 'round. The magical totems cast spells of protection over those who resided inside and fought off the fiends of Hallowe'en!" The scarecrow cackled wildly, promptly bursting into flames and flailing about in a bizarre, entrancing dance.

And I know there are a lot of apostrophes dancing around in this. It's supposed to help keep the flow symmetrical for each verse and represent how the scarecrow sung it in verse. I perceived the character of Scarecrow to have a traditional feel, a folklore storyteller with the flare of the wise and a touch of Southern gentleman.