Words from the Road, Realization

There was a day that I started to think I had done nothing of worth.
Nothing that would have any meaning once I’d left the earth.
I spent many sleepless nights wondering about what to do.
To make it so my life had meaning when everything was done.

But I didn’t have a single skill that could help me,
Not one I could use to make or change this world in some way.
I’d spent all my life reading, about journeys past.
And so the only solution I could come to was to leave my home,
To find some meaning, somewhere.

Gates, Feelings

The strange black building looked like an ordinary office building inside, with a tiled floor that had all kinds of strange pictures on it. His mother took him to an office somewhere near the center of the building. She told him to wait in a chair outside of an office somewhere in the center of the building and then went inside to talk to someone, leaving him alone with Chain.

The center of the building was a round room with offices lining the walls of the circler area. The tiled floor was decorated with some kind of picture. It was so large that he couldn’t tell what it was at first. So Chain and he got out of the chair and started to walk around the room.

The bottom of the picture, near where they had walked in from, had small green trees painted onto the floor. They looked small next to the rest of the picture as though they were trying to give a sense of scale. Then there were a bunch of small people standing above and around the trees. He could barely tell they were supposed to be people as there was almost no detail put into them at all. They were just slightly more detailed then stick figures. And for some reason, they all had black sticks that they were holding up and pointing up at something. 

Then the silver and gold paint that took up most of the floor was the last thing he looked at. It was so large even depicted on the tile of the office that he had to stare at it for a moment before he could figure out what it was. It had silver and gold skin, a square jaw, horns, and red fire leaping out of its mouth.

“A dragon,” he said finally realizing what it was. “But why are all these people pointing these black sticks at?”

“Meow,” was the only response that Chain gave, though she seemed to understand what he was saying. 

The sound of clicking shoes interrupted him, and he quickly returned to the chair his mother had told him to wait in. The pair of shoes that clicked down the hallways belonged to a woman with a large black purse, and a strange long knife sheathed at her left side. She was tall with long black hair and high heels. He didn’t really notice the suit she wore as he was to busy staring at the long knife that she so boldly wore openly.

She must not have noticed him at first because she started when she looked in his direction. Her hand went for her knife, but she didn’t draw it. Something seemed to occur to her and she stopped herself, she slowly withdrew her hand from her knife as he stared at her even more intently than before. 

“Excuse me, young man,” she said, the whole time she spoke her eyes were not on the boy but on Chain that cat monster. “But what are you doing here?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Ask my mom, she’s in that office.” He pointed back to the office his mom was still in. He couldn’t hear anyone talking inside, but that didn’t mean anything. 

The woman stared at the office for a little bit, as though she was contemplating something. The boy didn’t really understand what the issue was but the women decided to walk into the office, she didn’t knock or anything. 

And then there was a lot of yelling for a long time. There were three voices one was his mom, one was the women who just walked in, and one was a third womens voice who he didn’t recognize. 

“Why is there a Cryptcat here?” the women who just walked in yelled. 

“With all do respect commander,” that was the third voice he didn’t recognize. “This is the Linker registration process. And the last thing we want to do is scare people away so they don’t register.” 

“We don’t need to register them we need to get rid of them.”

“That is my son you’re talking about,” his mom yelled. 

“Oh please, you can have another kid Linkers are not worth your anger.” 

“What was that,” his mom yelled. 

“Both of you sit down and shut up,” the third voice snapped. It must have been effective because silence fell for a bit. 

“Commander, by barging in here you’ve made this more complicated then this needs to be. This isn’t like the old days where you can point your blade at a Linker and threaten them. We promise that, if they register, and stay honest with us they can live their lives how they want. And she brought her son in here the day after he awakened no questions asked. And then you barge in here demanding—what exactly?”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment where nobody said anything. If the commander had something to say it wasn’t loud enough to hear through the door. 

“Now since you came barging in here, threatening him at the top of your lungs I’m going to have to move them as far away from you as I can—to Cedarium.”

-To be Countinued

The Aeon Sea

It’s time for the continuation of reblog Friday. This is another poem I really liked that didn’t get a lot of attention. But maybe it’s just not to people’s tastes. Some of my more out their pomes can be a little underloved. That’s okay–I still love them.

Wandering Poems

I am adrift on the Aeon sea, this place that connects all reality. This place that makes the worlds serve it’s call. The ocean is made of rainbow light–or is it water? It’s so hard to tell. When I throw a stone into the water it is sucked in as though the water is made of tar. I have no hope of swimming or even rowing. So adrift I will be.

My craft is a dead bit of land that somehow floats on the sea. Set adrift by the end of our current–or former reality. And so I’m left to ponder how long I will last. Alone, alive, and adrift on the never ending Aeon Sea.

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