The heros

He stood tall against all the odds, his wild, jet black, untamed hair flowed down past his shoulders, his eyes were yellow and held a piercing determination in them, he wasn’t about to give up just yet, his courage was unbound and with a heart of fire he fought through the trials. With all the odds stacked up against him he plunged himself into battle, his muscular body flying at the enemy, tackling them to the ground. His body was covered in a fine crimson fur, with his chest showing no sign of hair, and his tail was the same shade of red as his tail was, he look as though he was part monkey. This planet wasn’t his own, but he still protected it with all his heart, because to him, this was his home.  He defeated the enemy and the determination in his eyes still stayed as strong as ever, the fire in his heart could never be quelled.

His friend came along to see what all the commotion was all about. He looked similar our first hero, he too had red fur all over his body, but it was a darker shade of crimson, and his chest was bare too, he had wild brown hair that flowed past his shoulders, but his hair stood taller that his friends. His eyes were a piercing aqua blue colour and the same determination could be found in his eyes too. Their personalities differed in many ways, our first hero was easy going and cheerful, which is a complete contrast to our second hero, who had a more antihero personality. He was aggressive, proud and cocky, but beneath this exterior beat the heart of a hero, they both were caring and kind, they looked out for their friends, they stood strong against all odds, and never gave up.

Doomed to hell

He was bloodied and bruised, the only one left of his kind, surrounded by demons he stood firmly to protect his home. The demons greatly outnumbered him, but he stood strong, his determination couldn’t be any more defiant. He fought through hells army, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter, one by one their heads went flying, one by one his determination to protect his planet got stronger, he pushed on with all his might through the pain all day and all night, the fire in his sapphire blue eyes could not be quelled, as that fire held a burning passion, a passion for vengeance, for determination, the will to survive the malevolent demons. His blood was soaked through his light brown hair, it was dripping down his face like warm syrup, he had endured treacherous abrasions and lacerations along his muscular body, but he still stood there, bloodied, bruised, exhausted, but not defeated. He defied the odds; he had been to hell and back and had withstood what no man could ever endure. He went out a soldier, and came out a man.

Chato

The first time I got a finch I was disappointed,

By the size it was appointed,

It was small like a mouse,

And I was sad I couldn’t let it fly around the house,

I named the bird Chato because it was nervy,

But then I found out that his name meant short nose, boy did I have things around topsy turvy ,

My finch was small,

Not at all tall,

He had a short orange beak,

And the same color was on his cheeks,

But when he passed away,

 I was no longer gay,

He was in heaven now,

And not reborn as a sow,

His chirp sounded like a tiny machine gun,

And it made me happy like the sun,

He was the cutest little bird I knew,

And now he’s gone like how the wind blew.

When I hear a bird in the sky,

I think of Chato flying up high.

What I am

I am not as happy as people portray me to be,

I am not what people first judge me to be,

I am not a bitch despite what people say,

I am not as immature as what I once was when I was at school,

I am sad that people think that I’m a piece of work,

I am misunderstanding to people would be green with envy about me,

I am not rich, famous or powerful,

I am but a humble being that is just looking for understanding,

What I am is not a skid mark on society’s jocks,

What I am is not a figment of your imagination,

What I am is a person who belches, farts and goes to the toilet,

What I am is honest, reliable and trustworthy,

What I am is one of the best friends you could ask for,

What I am is beautiful despite what others say,

What I am is hyper, like a kid on candy,

What I am is moody, like I’m always on PMS,

What I am is someone who learns from their mistakes.

This is what I am, I am Naomi.

Rejection

People are scared of me because I’m different, because my ideals are different than theirs and I don’t think or behave the way that they do, so they reject me. Alone in the wet, cold darkness I stand, being rejected, hated or misunderstood, I look at the people, hanging out in their cliques with their friends, wishing I could fit in more, wishing that they could understand me, wishing that they could accept me for who I am. My closest friends help me in times of need, and I return the favour. In the end all I hope for is tolerance, respect and understanding of everyone’s ways, choices and attitudes, but for now I will acknowledge myself not as an outcast, but as an individual.

The meeting

I remember the first time I meet him, I was walking around an old labyrinth in search of answers for the questions that were hidden deep within me, and then this tall, disfigured shadow approached me. At first I was scared by the way he looked, he had lost a jaw, but was hiding it with a ragged scarf, his skin was sickly green and he was thin with white eyes, but I somehow knew that he wasn’t as scary as his appearance depicted him to be. He then spoke in a saddened voice, saying that people who come here looking for answers usually find out they had them with them all along. He then disappeared into the mossy green fog that surrounded the place, which smelt of mort flesh. I reflected on the words he had said, and he was right, the answers were within me.

Nature talk

The birds are flying  freely, chirping to each other, the tree are talking too, not vocally, but emotionally, not passing judgement on the birds who poo on them, the wildlife also communicate this way, if they sense danger they can warn everyone and fly to safety. All the creatures, including the trees, can feel the emotions and suffering of their fellow friends. I like it here because I feel welcome, unlike anywhere else.