Tuesday, February 17, 2015

"Fear" is Something to be Frightened of

There were ten eyes in the dark.
A row of shimmering white teeth,
The girls’ thoughts formed around a cruel thought.
An ear-piercing scream followed after her thoughts.
It filled the room, making the small space feel a bit smaller.
There was another sound, making its way toward her. 
A creak, then a holler.

Then the lights all flicked on at the same time.
The room they stood in was adorned to the rims with blood.
It covered everything from the couches to the TV on the edge of the room.

There in the center of the room was a little girl around the age of 6,
She had scrunched herself into a tiny ball hugging her knees to her chest.
There was a mother figure too,
She looked about 32 and was comforting the girl.
Near the couch that was closest to the window there was a body,
It was covered in a blanket of blood.
Next to him was a demon that went by the foreboding name of,
Diablo.

‘Diablo’ had haunted the poor girls house for a good 4 years,
There was not a major disturbance in the house,
Until the next door neighbor had died.
The little girl was devastated and had ‘scary’ thoughts not allowing her to sleep.
The demon increased in size due to the death of the neighbor and the thoughts the girl had soon after.

In order to deal with this mystery,
The woman called the group of ‘Shibuya Research’ and had them come over with their crew of 7-8 people.
The crew had watched what occurred from over cameras and had one of their crewmembers wander to the middle of the room,
Her name was Mai Taniyama.
She had the abilities of Astral Projection and ESP,
But she also had some abilities that were not named yet,
She extended her hands; brought them together and chanted.

‘Feeling inevitable, release of spirit’
‘Calming waters, soaring chambers’
‘Cage beneath’
‘Vanish’

The creature agonized as the pain shot through everyone in the room and in the next room,
The building then went back to normal,
The bloodstained curtains and carpet went back to normal as well.
The man that was in the middle of the room was slowly shakily standing,
The man that had ‘died’ was not dead and fully alive in the living room.
The case had been finished.
Finishing with a happy ending.

But the unanswered question that was still there was the one of ‘Why?’
Why had the man not died?
Why had the little girl thought strange things, and for them to come true?
All answered with the little suggestion.
Some strange abilities were in order to be checked out!

*SPR’s latest adventure!

*Shibuya Psychic Research Center




Sunday, January 25, 2015

Smile My Children

Smile my child,
My baby boy,
Don’t you ever let down your head.

Don’t cry,
I don’t like your tears to show,
Don’t let them flow.
Smile my little wonder.

My little girl,
Let me see those big eye o’ yours.
Sweet little face.

Smile my greatest treasure,
Hold the glory o’er your head,
Be the trouble in my eyes,
Fly above all else.

Be my queen,
Be my king,
Shine above me,
Show me something.
Be my freedom,
Search my secrets,
Show me greatness,
Show me wonder.

Light the sky,
Feel the ground,
See the reflection in your eyes.

Smile my greatest treasure,
Hold the glory o’er your head,
Be the trouble in my eyes,
Fly above all else.

See me.
See my smile,
Shine bright above me,
Be mine.

Be my queen,
Be my king,
Shine above me,
Show me something.
Be my freedom,
Search my secrets,
Show me greatness,
Show me wonder.

Reach the heights,
Show the greatness,
Show my smile,
And believe in me.

[oh--, OH--]
[Smile, (x4)]

Smile my children.


J

My Sister

It started off so long ago,
In a parking lot,
Exchanging names and sweets.
We were so young,
So naïve,
We thought tomorrow was like yesterday.

Then skip to many years later,
We still go to the same school,
IT’s littered with little children separated into groups.
We thought differences were different,
And normality’s were great,
But one thing I loved about you is that you think,
That . . . .
Differences and Normality’s don’t exist.

You live life like you have freedom,
Always the ‘rebel’ seeking for adventure,
Taking on the highest mountains,
Traveling over 100ft walls,
Breaking all those complicated words,
And living to your full extent.

Were older now,
Making new things happen,
Lives are changed,
And our paths are uncrossed,
I don’t know if your shoulders are broad enough to hold it all.
So let me request to let me share that load,
Let me in so I wont be invisible in your life.

You live life like you have freedom,
Always the ‘rebel’ seeking for adventure,
Taking on the highest mountains,
Traveling over 100ft walls,
Breaking all those complicated words,
And living to your full extent.

Oh wont I,
Oh wont I be,
A sister to you.

We were so young,
So naïve,
We thought tomorrow was like yesterday.


Sunday, January 4, 2015

Poppy

In a field you are free,
In a time intertwined with your soul,
To be free,
Its to be and of itself.

You are dead,
Long gone from this world,
But in fact your glow of the soul,
Is shining down on us much like the sun would.

You are still my Poppy.
Like the name of a flower,
but its meaning is,
You are my grandfather.

Still the warm-hearted gentlemen you were,
You look the same and talk the same,
Even walk the same too,
Only the difference is.
Is that you live without us in a world of peace and harmony,
A world that is created only for the souls of the once living.

A world where death is an uncommon thing,
Because once souls descend,
They cannot die.
A soul can reincarnate,
But infact a soul could neither die nor could it be alive,
Because of it being already in another dimension.

Dying is only a side effect of being alive,
Or in a sense.
The unfortunate side effect perhaps.
But being sick is the side effect of everything major in this world.

Being free means to be without sickness,
Be unknown in the lands,
To be another ‘thing’ or ‘thought’.
To become one with the nature and life that surrounds you and eventually open the gate.

Try and become another part.
To seize the moment and become a light,
To show us the real you,
And to show us your not really gone,
You still protect us and you’ll always be.
But here in my heart is where I think you are,
Because all of the stuff that you talked about to me,
Is still here in my heart,
Still here waiting for me to see,
That you are still here with me.

My Poppy,
My Grandfather,
A Great-Grandfather,
A Husband,
A Brother,
An Uncle,
A Son.
A Father,
And best of all a Keefe!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Fairy Tail Rhyme

Set aside from my playmates rights.
And all the rules that are being laid out,
I looked into my looking glass,
And let out a high pitched shout.

Oh how careless could I be,
When there were three of me,
One in my head,
And two watching carelessly.

In sight and out of mind,
Is where i’ll be,
To this day,
Still fighting the days away.

I watched in horror as the days were being swept,
Minutes and passing seconds,
As well as my millenniums.
How careless could I be?

But in the end it all turn right,
As clear as day as dark as night,
In my self proclaimed right,
I am allowed to live.

And live shall I do in this Guild made with fairies,
Where one by one the question is asked.
Where on earth or,
Do fairies have tails?

And in between the years,
I’ll have fights and brawls,
With my second family,
That I live with.


FAIRY TAIL