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.

The soul of a true friend

the soul of a true friend goes beyond the physical boundaries, it looks like the gleaming light of the sun, shining through the darkness that clouds ones judgement.  It feels like a warm hug that you could only receive from a parental figure, the warmth enveloping your body and wrapping itself around your heart softly, making you feel secure. It sounds like a softly sung song of the most beautiful birds, the melody making the heart and soul sing in harmony, it smells like a sweet scent of a flower or a freshly baked cake, and when consumed it taste cannot be described. It gives a sense of comfort and security that you are not alone, and never will be.

Janice

I knew this girl, her name was Janice. She had her whole life ahead of her. She loved to party hard with her two best friends, Belle and Rose. She stayed up late, despite how demanding her life was, and she continued to abuse alcohol and drugs, then one night when she decided to get her nightly fix of adrenaline, she was in a accident that she caused. She was distraught when she had found out that she had killed someone, so she decided to escape the horror that unfolded in front of her, but eventually the police caught up with her and she was put to justice. At the time of her sentencing her friends weren't there to help her, and she got sent to jail. After doing her time in the slammer she wound up homeless and unemployable due to the criminal record she held, so she wakes up in a phone box each cold and wet morning.

Magical Realm (Short Story)

After the tornado I land in a strange place where Characters from cartoons and video games have come to life, I look up and in the sky I see Captain Planet flying past chasing a falling aeroplane, he catches it just before it lands on me. I am amazed by what I’ve seen and he smiles at me and flies away.

The Edge of the Sands (Short Story)

As I stand on a beach I think about life, about my purpose here and what it means. I also think about my future, what job I’m going to get and where I’ll live and about my health.

The bookshop (Short Story)

As I enter the bookshop, the smell of paper fills my nose. The shop is presentable, but not clean, there are books in the wrong order and the carpet looks like someone threw up on it. I go towards the Adult section, not caring about what other people are thinking or about who sees me, as a dirty looking middle aged man I should know better, but I don’t care.

As I look for something to ‘read’ and flip though the books the images of all the sexy women in their erotic poses excite me, then I feel a hand is laid upon my shoulder, it’s my wife.

She gives me a stern look and she tells me off for looking at such sleazy material, and drags me out of the shop by the lobe of the ear.

One newspaper flying down the road (Poem)

One newspaper flying down the road, like tumbleweed caught in a draft.

I wait in anticipation as I stand still on the sidewalk, thinking I’m the only person left.

I see the tornado approaching me, like a panicked wild stallion rushing to its escape.

I then feel a hand pull me to safety as the tornado weaves it’s destruction throughout our town, like a bull in a china shop.

I thank my helper and we look at the broken remains of our town.

St Kilda festival rides (Poem)

I look up as I see the arms of the ride, carrying it’s passengers with ease.

I purchase a ticket and get on the ride, and it carries me up high, and I am soon up high.
I feel like I could touch the sky. I look over the natural beauty of the sea as I wait in anticipation for the ride to start,

Soon fear and paranoia accumulate within my soul as I am left hanging in mid-air for the rest of the passengers to get on the ride, feeling like I’m about to drop to the ground, like a boulder falling off the edge of a cliff,

Then the ride begins, slowly swinging us around, then the speed increases faster, the feeling is exhilarating,

The ride continues to swing us around, like a ball on a string, I feel like I’m flying, like I could escape it all, as I get spun around very fast, the ride slowly grinds to a halt.

As I get off the ride I feel dizzy, like I’ve been training for a space mission at NASA, my barings lost like a needle in a haystack.

My adrenalin rush has been satisfied.