TotallyNekkid

A box of old pictures hits the wall. As they slide out of the overturned box, a door slams; the wind of it's sudden closing flips the topmost over, concealing the subject of the photographs. A ring sits in a pocket, no longer wanted. It will be returned tomorrow. Perhaps it will bring joy to someone eventually, but for now, it weighs heavily for all that it weighs mere ounces. Soon, an apartment will be half empty, waiting in vain for a return that isn't to be. Perhaps the empty room will be occupied shortly, but that is up to fate. A creaking as a chair is filled, the wood of the table soaks up a few salty drops of water. The debris of a dep

The human race seems obsessed with, Finding that certain someone. We rarely seem to find it fast, So instead we search for fun It has no point, but shallow pleasure And believe me, that isn't filling, So we move along with heavy hearts, 'Cause it wasn't worth a shilling. Most pathetic, the certain few, Who see this sad condition, And save their hearts, through lonely nights Quite of their own volition. They should be glad, they beat the curve, and haven't cheapened love. But no, not so, depression shows, And happiness, their lives, void of. So it's all lose/lose, unless you find, The one for you alone. And if you hide, f

A simple premise, no fancy fluff, This game had class, no need to bluff. A fight twix gods, the world in peril, The god of darkness to make land sterile. But lo', a savior, in toga garbed, With a magic bow, and arrows barbed. He fights for Light, for Palutena entrapped, And journey's through darkness, underworld unmapped Medusa's minions, 'though they stand in the way, Are no match for an angel, who knows not dismay. So remember with joy, the Nintendo of old, The pleasures it gave, will never grow old. The force of nostalgia, has oft' shown it's head, They bring back loved characters, thus remembrance is spread. We'll soon see

Swiftly my heart does beat, as I watch from afar, As she struggles past obstacles that could demolish a car. She faltars never, and lo what a sight, To see her crush evil, and fight back the blight. I wish I could meet her, and offer my help, But why would she need me, a pathetic young whelp.   She's built like a tank, with an arsenal to match, She takes down behemoths, with nary a scatch.   Athletic, well armoured, with guns for a hand, She tracks down her target, where ever it lands. She took down a dragon, cybernetic at that, And the Space Pirates know, she wins at combat. Dark dimension? No problem, she'll take it in stride,

Alia, of the Knife, you preborn imp, Awakened too early, misunderstood social gimp.   Unborn with memories, and knowledge unbidden From you, no life secrets, nothing was hidden. You grew up too fast, 'er you had hair to be mussed Made Rev'rend Mother, prebirth, how unjust.   You confuse the whole seitch, understood you are not, That you aren't an infant, they apparently forgot. So they sent you to safety, with Paul's son, out of reach, Or so they all hoped, in that far southern sietch. Women and children, they tried to protect, They drove back Sardaukar, but Paul's son, he was wrecked. Alia let herself captured, to avoid tellin

I step out my door.  A car drives by.  He waves.  I wonder if I know him.  I doubt it.  I rustle through my pockets for my keys.  Wrong pocket.  After finding them and unlocking my car, I wonder why I am driving.  I'm only going a mile and a half.  A 15 minute jog at a light pace.  No problem.  Why bother with the car.  I head back in, write a note, and return to the outside world.  Halfway down the hill I find Sammy, the Pomeranian that lives in the house whose extensive back yard is connected to our own rather extensive back yard.  He's gotten out again.  Looks like he was after the rabbit that lives somewhere near the pine tree.  The rabbi

Walking alone, apart from my friends. I'm not omniscient, I don't know how it ends. I stand, a man apart. I think all that scares me, I don't understand, That in them I have comfort, love, a helping hand. Yet I stand, a man apart. It brings me no joy, to wall off emotions, But I can't always explain things, this confusing commotion. So I stand, a man apart. I put forth a front, a mask I do wear, It causes me pain, to myself I'm not fair. Alone I stand, a man apart. I see what I'm doing, I know its not right. I'm hurting myself, denying me light. Still I stand, a man apart. I don't know how to fix it, I have ideas, nothing so

I stand these days, no goal, just a vague, distant destination.  I know the way, but am unable to walk it.  I stagnate not because I can't walk, or because I don't know how, but because I don't work in such a way as to make it easier.  What I need is someone to walk with me, to help me carry the weight of life as I pass through this barren wasteland that is so prone to despair, but has the potential to flower into a paradise of unimagined splendor.  Perhaps, I also need to help that person carry their weight.  Whether that entity must be a mortal like myself, or whether what I truly need is to truly find and accept a higher being as just that

Large, in charge, and floating around, When the Baron's in sight, best go to ground.   He's ruthless and cunning, and full of plans vile, For which he'll use money, black mail, and guile.   Do not cross paths, with this treacherous foe. Or soon you'll be dead, he'll reap what you sow.   Seem's nothing can stop this pillar of hate, Nothing, 'til Alia, but for Leto, too late.