Everyday Hero (Interactive Poetry)

My friend on twitter @She_nutt gave me some words for my interactive poetry this week! Her words for me were (Hero, Dry, Motion) and heres what I came up with

Everyday Hero

When we are young
We try to be heroes
To stand out among
All the other weirdos
We are always in motion
Trying to be Role models
For little kids devotion
We avoid the bottle
Because a hero needs no
Drink to be brave
They would only be slowed
And have to be saved
But what we all forget
Is that we dont stay
Young forever, age besets
Us all one day
Bones will grow fragile
Our skin will become dry
And we wont be so agile
Any longer, we wont fly
We wont be like we used to
We’ll pick up a bottle
As we swore we would never do
Our life will begin to topple
We’ll retell our glory days
People will look on with pity
All they’ll see is hair so gray
Not the protector of a city
The life of a hero is hard
Because in the end only
They know how they got so scarred
Thats why they die so lonely

I Am a Stray Part 7

Before I post this part I wanted to thank you all for your patience. I have been really busy with school and this book is much more time consuming than all of my other writing. On a book related matter I need to work on my description of the weather more. I will more than likely being going over this and part 6 at some point soon and editing them to include a more whole description of the setting. With all that said I hope you enjoy this part and feedback is again encouraged!

“Alright Ethan, listen to me. I am going to draw them away and you are going to run around the left side of the bus.” I said in a rush. Why did I just say that? Why am I offering to risk my life for him? I thought, confused by my own words. “But what about you? What are you going to do? I can’t just leave you here!” He shouted at me gesturing wildly with the knife in his hand. “Look, I can lead them further to the right and then crawl under the bus to the other side, but you have to go, now!” I yelled back at him. He was looking at me now, as serious as I’d ever seen him. “Don’t die, kid.” He said, starting to run toward the opposite side of the bus.

Shit. That is a lot of zom- risen. It’s like there’s no end to them! I thought, panicky as the distance between me and them diminished rapidly. “Well, I best do something or we are both going to die on this bridge.” I muttered, jumping on top of a nearby car. “Hey! Assholes! Come get me! Come try a bite of me, you scumbags!” I screamed while banging the crowbar on the side of the car making as much noise as I could. There we go, come after me. I thought, pleased with myself as the risen who were chasing after Ethan turned and start coming towards me. Time to start my escape now!

            I hopped off the car and gave a quick glance towards the bus. “There is no way I am getting past them on the right side.” I muttered as I saw that the risen had just swarmed the entire right side of the bus. Start running, Dante. Start running. I thought, encouraging myself to start moving my feet. I’m going to have to do a loop around in order to give myself enough time to crawl under that bus. Relax your mind Dante, remember what the old man told you. When you’re in a crisis you need to remain calm, and keep focused on the task ahead of you. I remembered picturing the old man’s face as he lectured me.

His black hair sprinkled with more white than he cared to admit. His beard that covered most of his face and made him look like he was trying hard to grow a mountain man beard but couldn’t. The lines that showed under the corner of his eyes as he would speak. And that irritated look he always had when he was telling me something he thought was so obvious. Most of all I remembered the way his skin would fall off when he opened his jaw wide to bite me. Wait, what? “Oh shit” I yelled as my thoughts were interrupted by the risen I was about to run into. “I don’t want to die here!” I screamed throwing myself to the left to avoid running into its grasp. Dammit I thought as I tripped. Crap crap crap, he’s gonna eat me. It fell to the ground and was crawling toward me. “NO! I WON’T LET YOU GET ME TOO!” I roared jumping to my feet and swinging the crowbar towards its head.

The crowbar is stuck I can’t get it out! “I CAN’T GET IT OUT!” I screamed trying to yank the crowbar out of what used to be the things head.  Relax! Breathe! You killed it! You aren’t in the clear yet, Dante. I thought bringing myself back to reality. I could hear the other zombies now. Crap they caught up while I was dealing with this thing. I realized looking up only to see the massive crowd of risen I was kiting around lumbering towards me. I’m only 15 yards from the bus now. But there’s still too many of them on the right side for me to avoid. I am going to have to crawl under that bus. I thought taking off towards the bus leaving the crowbar behind. Why am I even doing this? Why am I risking my life for someone I just met? I could have always taken the supplies off his dead body. I don’t owe him anything. He doesn’t care about you! So why should you care about him? “Because he does care.” I muttered angrily as I jumped over a corpse that was long dead. For some reason I think he actually cares about me. It doesn’t make any sense we just met. Why do I care? Whatever focus you made it to the bus. “Peace zombies!” I laughed, crawling under the bus.

I can’t believe I made it! I somehow made it through all those Risen. “Ethan are you there?” I called out as I crawled out from the under the other side of the bus. Where the hell is he? I thought looking around for him. This side of the bridge is just as covered in the debris as the other half. Where could he be? I wondered looking around, and then I saw him about a hundred yards away by what looked like an old pickup truck. Why is he jumping up and down and flailing his arms at me? “DANTE RUN” He screamed pointing towards the top bus. What the hell? I thought looking around at the top bus only to see what looked like the same wolf beast from the subway. “I never should have broken that mirror.” I muttered starting to run.

I’m going to die. There is no way I can reach Ethan before that thing catches me. And even if I did then what we both die?  I can hear it getting closer. Just don’t look back Ethan will have an idea. He won’t let you die.

“Dante I am going to throw my knife at that thing.” He called out at me. “You’re going to what?!” That was not the kind of plan I had in mind. I thought nervously “Just keep running kid! You’re almost here!” He screamed as he threw his knife what seemed like inches from my head. “What the fuck, Ethan?” I panted out, but then I heard a whimper behind me and the pattering of feet stopped. “Why the hell did you do that?” I screamed at him pissed. “I just saved your life. Why are you complaining?” He screamed at back me. “Because you just threw a freaking knife at me!”I yelled as I caught up to him.

“Stop complaining just get in the truck kid I have an idea.” He told me as I caught my breath. “What are you going to do with this old thing? You certainly don’t have the keys.” I yelled at him. “I don’t need them. This side of the bridge is on a downward incline.” He said looking at me with a mischievous smile.

Tardigrade (Interactive Poetry)

@Meteorcur on twitter wanted me to write a poem using the words (Tardigrade, Moss Piglet, and Waterbear.) So I looked up this weird looking animal and gathered some facts and here is what I came up with.

Tardigrade

Let me tell you a tale
Of an animal of distinction
That has survived without fail
All five mass extinctions
You probably assume it’s big
But no this animal is tiny
Smaller than even a fig
However it is fierce with spiny
Teeth sharp as daggers
I imagine you are dying to know
What animal has never been staggered
By times constant flow
Tardigrades
That’s right a mosspiglet
This animal has never been slayed
By any of Earths many threats
The tiny and fierce waterbear
Has even survived in space
Without any air
So while it may look weird
And while it may be small
It is an animal to be revered
Because it will outlast us all

Peer Pressure (Interactive Poetry)

Another repeat participant in my interactive poetry! The Writer from A Teens Insight gave me some words to work with this week and they are (Live, Hypocrite, and Peer Pressure) and here is what I came up with

Peer Pressure

When college is where you live
It’s hard to stay focused
On what you need to give
When distracctions swarm like locusts
All these vices will turn you
Into such a hypocrite
It’s all you can do
Not to be a dissident
By cavving to peer pressure
And disregarding your morals
Though you were never
One for getting into quarrels
Mindlessly following others
Would lead you into them
Actions that wouldn’t please your mother
Even though all your problems would stem
From your bad decisions
College has a way
Of going differently than you’d envisioned
All in the course of a single day

PTSD

A short story style poem

I slam my glass down
Why can’t I hide
Why can’t I drown
Why hadn’t I died

With all of my friends
Why when death began to fly
Why did they all meet their ends
Why did I survive

I just want the pain
Of it all to go away
Of this ache in my brain
But it wont even if I pray

So let me pour another drink
Of my favorite rum
Of amnesia so I dont have to think
I will drink myself dumb

Because I can’t take
Life as it anymore
Life only makes me ache
So I continue to pour

I may have survived the war
But Post Traumatic Stress
Is too much for me to ignore
My life has become a mess

Will anyone pray for my soul
Will anyone bother to attend
When they put me in a hole
When my life comes to an end

I’ve seen so much death
I am labeled a veteran
I can no longer draw breath
I hope I make it into heaven

Because I can no longer go on
This will be my final dawn

The Ripper (Interactive Poetry)

This would be the second poem I created using the words from @CptnFut. (Tragedy, Blood, Spectral, Whisper) tell me how I did!

The Ripper
Have you heard the story
Of the killer going around
With crimes so gory
You’d rather be drowned
In a raging flood
Than be caught in his van
He’ll drain your blood
This monster of a man
Hides in plain sight
He appears almost spectral
So plain in the light
His looks are nothing special
But inside there is a terror
A living breathing calamity
The sole bearer
Of so many tragedies
However whats most alarming
Is how he lures you in
Telling you his tale so charming
With his words and story he spins
That when he pulls out his knife
You’re unable to even whisper
And you’re scared for your life
Because you’re staring at the ripper
So come now follow the plan
And get into my van

Myth of Color (Interactive Poetry)

Great poet over at Lerene Forte go check them out! They participated in my interactive poetry this week and they gave 4 words to create some poetry with (Indigo, Riding, Wind, and Zeal) and I ended up creating a folk tale about color. Let me know how I did!

Myth of Color

Have you ever looked at the sky
And seen the color indigo
It probably made you wonder why
You’re seeing colors when the wind blows

Well let me tell you a story
Of a hero who lived long ago
He sought naught but glory
And the answers to all he didnt know

Pursuing each venture with zeal
His most famous feat however
Was his last, when he set out to steal
The power of a sky god who had lived forever

He approached this being riding
On his trusty steed
But this being knew what he was hiding
He could sense the heroes greed

The hero was prepared for this
And so through self harm
He forced the god to assist
Him, for the being so was so alarmed

So the god dropped his guard
And the hero went for the source
Of the gods power and was immediately scarred
As no mortal was meant to handle that force

And as a result our world was given beauty
As the hero fused with the god of the sky
Human desire mixed with everlasting duty
Creating a whole new being way up high

So when you see different shades
Painting the world around you and others
Thats our hero coloring where he once played
Because before our hero the world knew no color

Interactive Story Prompt

So here’s the story prompt that I wrote for you guys to continue! I would say try and keep it semi-brief so we can keep the story going, and I’ll have an easier time keeping it going from what you guys write! But I hope you like it and I hope you guys have fun writing what comes next!

Oh come on, don’t die on me now, I thought as a loud bang sounded and the car sputtered to a stop. “Of course, today of all days, this happens,” I muttered while getting out of the car. “Well, let’s see what the problem is.” I lifted up the hood of the car to see what the damage was. Shit, the engine is shot, there is no way I’m fixing that, I thought.

Well, that’s just great, I’m out on a sparsely traveled mountain road, at night, with no cell service. I’m too far from the cabin to reasonably expect to walk there. Well this is just great, I thought bitterly. “Guess I have to start heading down the mountain then,” I muttered as I started walking down the long mountain road. So many trees on either side of me, I can’t see a thing. This feels like the start of some terrible horror movie, I thought, chuckling quietly to myself. It figures the moon isn’t even visible tonight. Can’t believe I didn’t think to pack a flashlight. What idiot goes up to a cabin in the mountains without packing a flashlight? I thought, berating myself.

I should have wore warmer clothes. The wind is really picking up and there is no way I am getting down this mountain before sunrise, I thought miserably. “Sounds like the animals are out tonight,” I whispered to myself as I heard what sounded like wolves in the distance. “If this really was a horror movie, it would probably be about now that I’d start seeing eyes or something in the bushes on the side of the road.” I chuckled loudly to myself.

What was that? I stopped to listen. I could have sworn I heard something on the side of the road. I watch too many movies, I’m psyching myself out right now, I reasoned with myself as I continued to walk, albeit a bit more quickly now. “There’s nothing to worry about! I’ve been up on these mountains hundreds of times and nothing has ever happened,” I reassured myself.

Huh, sounds like those wolves are closer than befo- What was that? I thought, interrupting myself. There is definitely something out there. This isn’t some trick of my mind, I definitely heard something. “If someone’s out there… come out!” I shouted at the forest, but the rustling noise was just getting louder and closer. “Screw this!” I started to run.

            I hadn’t gone more than two steps before I saw them coming at me. ”Oh thank God! Headlights!” I ran towards them.  

Interactive Story Writing

So along with my interactive poetry I have been thinking of other ways to make my blog more interactive. What I had in mind isn’t unique but I thought it would be fun to try with you guys if you’re interested. I thought it would be cool to start a story here and then challenge you guys to carry on the story! It wouldn’t be a long story and your responses wouldn’t have to be super long just a continuation of what I started. But first I want to see if any of you guys are interested – so let me know in the comments!