Poems and Such

We didn't start this. The terror attack was a false flag. They've been killing us long before the war began. Long live the Union. Long Live Europa!

Thud! Door, cracking, splintering, peeling open, prying open holes. I can see them, the filthy ratmen, there are eyes in the holes, someone is shouting, the captain giving orders I think? The words are being drowned out by the shrie- Thud! Wood, creaks, not, long, eyes in the holes, chittering, clicking, teeth. They are ripping the holes open more. I hear myself muttering a pra- THUD! Hold, spear, tighter, look, tip, point is sharp, it's still there, a glimmer of steel, there are eyes in the holes, I feel a hand on my shoulder, “Hold stea-” THUD! Tighter, shaking, eyes, hole, shrieking, orders, a shape, an arm with fur, and clawed hand trying to reach, through the hole, someone fires an arrow, a second arrow flies that one hits, it screams in pai- THUD! Splinters, door, gone, dust, shapes, one is big, arrows into dust, more shrieks, one, three, more charge into our spear line. I shift my weight, lean my shoulder forward, back leg is firmly planted. They are ten paces away now. I pick one of them,one with black fur, heading directly for me, I aim for its chest, a little lower than mine. It’s five paces away now, four, three, hear captain, two, “NOW!” Everything, shoulder, thrust, air, air, in,pierce, skin, muscle, resistance, hold, deeper, blood, shriek, too deep, pull spear, heavy, cant pull back, more coming, drop the spear, grab for my sword. Another is coming, grab again, sword, where? There! Pull sword, drawn, axe coming high, block, sword. Up, caught! It’s axe is caught, push away, and swing, DOWN. Catch shoulder, not enough, pull sword, pull it back! Cut, open, blood, pain, it shrieks, it drops its axe, staggers back, I can breathe, in, terrible smell, out, have I been breathing? Rats, awful ratmen, smell like rot. I look around, we are holding, but the big one is coming out of the dust.

The monstergarden/trenchtober community got me back into drawing. These aren't based on any prompts yet, they're just my first sketches in like a decade. Power went out last night so that's why the lighting is like that.

Enough to reignite slumber

of my mind.

I’m gonna live forever, dead inside

in patterns where they all belong?

To the machinery of my form

Chocolate chips swirled in a mixing bowl, Cheeks flush with warm shades, Splashes of autumn leaves, Flicked onto a canvas, Dripped onto a wall, Hair dye and nail polish, Matching and clashing sets, Celestial, earthen, seasonal, festive, A sea of stars reflecting off of your eyes, Flickering videos played in the dark, Blankets and pillows stacked, Driving by rolling hills, A crisp can cracked open, Resin pouring into a shaped mold, It’s hard to view past this greyscale, But this is just the dreary rain, Before the rainbow shows, the colors we will see. They shine better in the dark, Easier to forget when you are up high, I will be there to hold you close, Painting you a bright picture, Even when you are low, I’ll have the brushes ready, For when you can smile again, And gleefully pick new colors with me.