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Loyalty (LokiXOC) - Chapter 5
I paid for my internet earlier that day, so with haste, I turned on my laptop. As it powered up, displaying the brand's logo, I looked at the cover. It was covered in stickers, though most of them were faded. Deciding that spectating the decoration was not good enough to pass the time, I dashed into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed me a cool can of Dr. Pepper.
It seemed to be an eon ago that I was last desperate to hop onto the internet. With all the "chores" that I have to perform day-by-day, I had to drop a few of my hobbies. I supposed that it was a good thing, since beforehand, I would literally linger all around the internet, finding nothing to do. This time, I had a certain topic that I wanted to look into.
Returning to the living room can in hand the computer was prepared to log me in. After inserting in my password, my desktop was displayed. As I clicked on the Google Chrome icon, I slid off my bag and sat it on the couch. Carrying the laptop with one ha
Loyalty (LokiXOC) - Chapter 4
When I woke up, the first thing that I detected was that I was not laying on any sort of surface, but I balanced on something with my shoulders and my knees. Slowly waking up, I realized that the sun was beginning to set. Taking in my surroundings, I noticed that I was being carried. Aghast, I wiggled my way out of the person's grip, landing feet-first on the ground. Unable to keep my balance, I fell back on my butt and hands. After getting over the brief pain from my landing, I looked up to discover that it was the magician that was carrying me.
"Are you alright...?" he asked, about to lower down to my level. Hastily, I crawled onto my feet before standing up.
"I-I'm fine," I answered, trying to avoid any sort of contact. "What were you doing?"
Straightening his back, the man expressed confusion on his face. Then, flashing a wide smile on his face, he faintly laughed as he stated, "I was going to take you home."
"I was already home..." I said lowly, leering at the man. Was he truly ex
Until Tomorrow -5x8-
We've done it. We were able to defeat Chaos. We were allowed to return to our home worlds.
Why did Bartz look miserable then?
He stared up at the trees, not saying a word. As the wind brushed his hair, he didn't express anything on his face; Not even that stupid grin I thought was glued onto him. I stood there, unsure of how to react.
"We did it," he suddenly said. "We get to go home. We get to be happy now, right?" Bartz glanced at me, showing an apathetic smile. "To be honest, I've hated this entire trip. I may have never shown it, but it kept tugging at me every step of the way."
"Bartz..." I began, but then he interupted me.
"Even after getting my memories back, I still held on to what I had in the present, even knowing I was going to lose it all. I'm pretty selfish, huh?" He looked down at the ground as the clouds casted down a shadow. "I've made friends here. I've met you, Squall. I'm not ready to leave..."
That was when I noticed something forbidden: Bartz's smile began to quive
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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