Mantra

Written with My Brother’s Angel in mind.


Never again — ever again
He broke his fall with promises
Never again — ever again
To that which he denied

Always more than burning men
He counted all his losses
Always more than burning men
Because he chose to hide

Smaller than a broken wish
His heart had turned to ashes
Smaller than a broken wish
Not right in state of mind

A little closer to the edge
He read all of the passages
A little closer to the edge
It wasn’t there to find

Never again — ever again
He broke his fall mid-flight
Always more than burning men
Too scared of it to fight


Mantra is a part of a two-step program I’m using to keep myself on my mental toes:

  • Step one: Every goddamn day, grace the internet with single piece of writing, written that day, in protest of the sense of unmotivated despair hanging over the creative corner of my mind.
  • Step two: Keep doing that.

I first heard of this method referred to as “Don’t Break the Chain” in this random YouTube video. Thank you, reader, for being a small part of this, and to chance that brought me to it. ❤

Roses are Red, a Poem in 30 Seconds

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don’t know
What to do

Hiding in my closet there
He makes no sound
It isn’t fair

Broken legs and arms and neck
Parents blind
Roommates dead

Hellbent on a crying fear
I don’t want you walking here


Roses are Red, a Poem in 30 Seconds is a part of a two-step program I’m using to keep myself on my mental toes:

  • Step one: Every goddamn day, grace the internet with single piece of writing, written that day, in protest of the sense of unmotivated despair hanging over the creative corner of my mind.
  • Step two: Keep doing that.

I first heard of this method referred to as “Don’t Break the Chain” in this random YouTube video. Thank you, reader, for being a small part of this, and to chance that brought me to it. ❤

Darling Nix

These streams created by her tail
Disturbing water, clearing shale
Reveal through sparkling ocean clear
A graceful bod’ that feels so near
Her hair like autumn air to breathe
And eyes that blend in with the sea
As she twists and curls and drowns
I almost wish she’d pull be down
Mythical mermaids’ fairy tales
Have failed her violet silver scales
Reflective when they’re close to me
My darling lady in the sea


Darling Nix is a part of a two-step program I’m using to keep myself on my mental toes:

  • Step one: Every goddamn day, grace the internet with single piece of writing, written that day, in protest of the sense of unmotivated despair hanging over the creative corner of my mind.
  • Step two: Keep doing that.

Unfortunately, I missed yesterday due to… forgetfulness. I broke the chain. However, that won’t stop me from starting a new one. Thank you for being a part of this, dear reader. ❤

Rainbow Connection – Fandom/Obsessors Parody

Why are there so many fights about fandoms
And what stereotypes are true?
People are egos
Personas illusions
It goes the same for me and you

So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong all along
Someday we’ll find it
Purple guy’s connection
To Fazbear, to kids, and Afton

Who said every Pokemon
Would be caught and trained up
To be the best that it can be?
Someone made the Pokedex
And Satoshi believed it
He’ll beat the Elite, wait and see

What’s so admiring
That keeps us inspiring
Ourselves to see more than there is
Someday we’ll find it
The Earthbound connection
To Toby, to puns, and this

All the geeks under its spell
We know that it’s probably for kids

Have you been half asleep?
Have you seen visions?
Percy does every night
Is this broken nightmare
Only a nightmare?
Oops wait it’s not.

I’ve been entangled more times than I’d like it
But it’s something that I’m s’posed to be
Someday I’ll find it
Anime’s connection
To lovers, the Dreemurs, and me


This fandom-related parody of Rainbow Connection is a part of a two-step program I’m using to keep myself on my mental toes:

  • Step one: Every goddamn day, grace the internet with a single piece of writing, written that day, in protest of the sense of unmotivated despair hanging over the creative corner of my mind.
  • Step two: Keep doing that.

I first heard of this method referred to as “Don’t Break the Chain” in this random YouTube video. Thank you, reader, for being a small part of this, and to chance that brought me to it. ❤

A Little Bit of Something

I had a little bit of something in my potion brewed that day
As a little witch in training, I’d made it purposely that way
Or at least that’s what I told Miss Aldon, my little lady mother
When she questioned why my little brew smelled unlike any other
But the truth of it, I feared to tell, was trust in little men
Like the one that stirred her tea pot with a little fountain pen
I found him in a mousetrap, meant for little fuzzy pests
He begged me for a little help, tugging at his velvet vest
There was little hesitation on my part to seal the deal
It wasn’t like the little man had entered there to steal
Little me knew all the spells and tests to tell if he was lying
Only, stupid little witch I was, I only asked why he was crying
“This mousetrap broke my little arm,” the ginger man confessed
“Please let me out, kind little girl, so I may go home and rest
“And if you might give me a little spell, just one to heal me faster
“I’ll use it once, a little bit, and not disturb your master.”
Frightfully dim I must have been to trust this little thing
But his little eyes were genuine; he wore a wedding ring
Little did I know that he would steal my magic book
Just as he had stole that ring, the lying little crook
We had a little spat around the contents of my cauldron
The one I was brewing up for little lady mother Aldon
I took a swatter for the flies and smacked his little rump
Then he fell into the potion with a painful little “umph!”
I lied, just a little fib, for fear of retribution
About the poison fairy blood inside my mother’s potion
I fished him out, of course, of course, with my little handy spoon
With no courage to warn mother, though, I fear she’s dying soon


A Little Bit of Something is a part of a two-step program I’m using to keep myself on my mental toes:

  • Step one: Every goddamn day, grace the internet with a single piece of writing, written that day, in protest of the sense of unmotivated despair hanging over the creative corner of my mind.
  • Step two: Keep doing that.

I first heard of this method referred to as “Don’t Break the Chain” in this random YouTube video. Thank you, reader, for being a small part of this, and to chance that brought me to it. ❤