(A/N: Heyy this is just another excerpt from the novel I'm working on! Just a note on the characters, to make it make more sense: Percy is an adult but has a very childlike mind that just doesn't function like what the definition of a "normal" mind would; Kiato really REALLY loves Percy and wants to be his BEST FRIEND, and James hates and distrusts Kiato around Percy for reasons I'm not getting into. Feedback much appreciated!)
James viewed the spectacle from a distance, far enough away to not be considered an accomplice in the rather ridiculous situation, but close enough so that he could shout to the two men his opinions, if need be.
Percy narrowed his eyes at Kiato. "You're wearing a periwinkle coat."
The man lifted his chin up, a small, amused smile sliding onto his face. "And?"
"I'm wearing a periwinkle coat!" Percy scowled.
"So? We can be jacket twins!" Kiato grinned, and Percy's scowl deepened.
It was a matter of fact Something Trashy didn't have All he had was a matter of time That was running out Always something of flame We knew Trashy was to blame I guess we never really understood What he was about
But his name Became a game I remember how we would shout
"Trashman Come to get rid of the mess of the human race? Soon you're gonna burn away the town Are you gonna burn the whole damn world down?" Young Trashy, Trashy was our clown
"Hey, Trashman Don't you think it's best you burned off your face? 'Cause we're sick and tired of looking at you cry" And to this day, I wonder why we felt so big When we saw our words leaking out of Trashy's eyes
It was a matter of love Something Trashy didn't know Have I told you all the words we would call him? He was a matter of flame Always hating at the rain
(A/N: This is another part of my novel that I enjoyed writing... feedback -good and bad- are much appreciated!)
Kiato stepped into the dimly lit room, his pulse racing. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, and he jumped at the loud noise that seemed to echo off every corner of his mind on agonizing vibrations. When his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he saw the bars that were supposedly keeping him safe from whoever was rotting behind them. "H...hello?"
"Come for my head?" A broken voice sounded from somewhere within the darkness of the cell, followed by a fit of manic, raw-sounding giggles. "They say they're gonna kill me, darlin,' any day now, they've been sayin' it for days and days and days and..."
Daylight swims in puddled rain Milking Sunday afternoons with pain Shattering the weakest segment of chain. Daylight questions dreamers' answers Dogs of hellfire, moonlit dancers Feet pounding the Earthlight into cancer.
We've dug our hands into the dirt Of society, planted our children there, Letting grow into this corporate disease; Is our future of weeds? We've grown ourselves off of so much hurt So will anyone care
This is one of the scenes in my novel I'm writing that I particularly enjoyed creating... feedback much appreciated, I'm entering it into a contest. :)
Kiato leaned forward on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees casually, the cup of hot tea that was now resting just behind his elbow swaying dangerously close to spilling all over his lap. "Well, I could tell you're a servant. The merchant's, I suppose. What's your name, love?"
And with that The world exploded in front of you And you tried to catch the pieces in your mouth But found humanity was in flames Burning what it landed on. You shielded your eyes But found that your hands were made of paper And you slowly took in the animals behind you As you yourself became human. "Take me back Take me back to when I was not of beast But of animal. I shall walk on four legs Not as a bow or cower But as something not man; Who is beast, Not I. Take me back." And the world rained back at you As she smiled, Her smile not quite there And yet seen to those looking. "If beast is man, Then are they destroying themselves? Are they looking at animals As if they were the beast man is becoming? And you nod, the ground shaking with the movement, And the Earth looks at you once, Then closes her eyes slowly,
How foolish it was of me To become trapped in the endless spinning of your words And find myself on an island made of syllables With nobody around but for you. But even you were everywhere In the sand In the trees In the water I couldn't dare to touch There was so much of you That you weren't really there at all Accepting the thoughts in which you burned into my brain Making me want to pretend I could reach out And grab you by the neck And scream in but an undertone, "Take me back! This island has brightened words best left in the dark And surrounded me with questions best left with one answer." But instead I fell into your words Which to my dismay, were twisted into love, Bent to the limit until you could say that love was what I fell into Like a trap between your closed hands Or a universe folding into your black hole eyes As your letter entangled me