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I wish to see something bright, I want a shineI wish to see something bright, I want to see something shine.
By Kevin J. Jacobs
I remember back, smiling on this memory of mine. A girl with a smile so bright, came waltzing right into my life.
With a smile so illuminating, I could tell that this girl was kind.
As I made that last step to approach her, I started up a conversation, and it came to me by surprise.
We were making small talk about beaches, as we shared our non-salted water interest in the ocean, fixated on each other, our words were flowing miles at a time.
How did I get so lucky, I thought, to find a girl so kind?
Taking that one step forward, one foot at a time. To get that one wish which I sought, so divine.
I wish to see something bright, I want to see something shine.
I reflect upon the time. When I had you here. When you came, waltzing into my life.
Just when I thought things were fine, when I wanted to create a new friendship with this bright beauty I sought out to be mine.
Developing a love, that I figured would l
Sky Ark Part Seven Njord P2The geologist stopped walking back when he came to a small picket fence that a group of children made had made from small, thin like twigs which had fallen loosely from the red branches of the trees which surround the small town. The town where the remaining members of NASA's science division, and refugees reside, a place that provided them somewhere to hide behind their fright, and live a life of misled comfort. He began to realize that even if it was partially his fault, that the family was not given a trail guide to lead them back to camp, he is not the one to blame. With this thought in mind, he began to sought out a reasonable answer that would explain the family's disappearance. The explanation that crossed his mind is that her family was held against their will by the ghavscal whom cornered them in the forest as they made their escape through the trees. They would have been able to if they were scoping out the area where the people set up camp. It was clear to him that the orang
Sky Ark Part Six Njord Part 1The small town of Njord was named after the Norse God of Wind. It was built on the thirtieth day that the humans inhabited the second Earth. Establishing the small town, the people gathered clay, wood, and rock, to construct the small town. They came to this area that was surrounded by trees, when they hiked from the camp. Since they were low on fuel on the shuttle, and rescue capsules, they abandoned them, gathering the supplies that they needed, including the laptop that was aboard the shuttle. Arriving in this small area, that was hidden by the shade of the Wahlsburo trees which surrounded this patch of land, the remaining people set up a perimeter around the area. After the twelfth day, they noticed that the scientist, Greg Morrison, and his family did not return from their walk. Nathan Brills, the geologist of the science division, found it odd that they have not made their way to camp by then. The group of survivors worried for their sake, because they believed that something ter
Sky Ark Part Five Aquarixis P2He remained in balance on the head of the giant, making his way to the giant's left arm. Making his way to the giant's arm, his foot caved in a pile of ice which started to crumble away as the giant became weakened by the active symbol, connected to the piece of Holden's heart. Shards of ice scraped off the edge from the giant's face by the half elf's boot heel, as he climbed the frozen structure of the beast. Sky climbed upward onto the face, to give him leverage before he made his way down. He struck the side of his boot heel onto a ledge by the giant's lip, to rub against the ice which stuck to his boot, while descending down to the giant's arm.
Making his way down the arm, he saw that the king made his way up the ladder, and was now standing on the giant's face. The structure of the giant crumbled away as the two stood on top of the frozen beast. This
balance between them became disrupted as they stood within distance of one another. They were unable to stand still on top of the fr
Sky Ark Part Four Aquarixis P1Sky and Sativa made their way down the dark cavern, gazing at the thick layers of ice, which had covered the walls of the cavern. The first part of the cavern which was lit by the light of the sun, was the only part that was visible as they descended downward. Making their way down further, it had grown darken as the light of the sun grew faint, for the light had not reached that far down in the cave.
Covered in a sheet of darkness, the two were incapable of sighting anything which was in front of them til after they had made their way to the end of the cavern. At the end of the cavern, was a hole which formed from the collision of an impact of movement, from within the walls of the temple. Rocks had fallen during this impact, from the roof of the hole, falling into a pit of darkness which had been separated from the hole, and the icy structure of the stone wall which descended downward to the bottom base of the pit.
The light which shined, lighting the walls at the base, had come from
Sky Ark Part 3: Sapphire InnAs they entered the town of Jrilu, they found themselves standing in front of an inn, called Sapphire Inn.
The inn was a mid size building with candle light shining from the windows of the lounge, and above the roof, were large ice icicles which formed above the outer region, dangling from the roof of the inn. With a bit of class, in which the inn had offered, Sky felt a feeling of exhaustion, from the battle against the fire giant, but felt as though the inn appeared as though it was expensive to stay here, for he felt as though he didn't have the money to afford to pay for the night for him and Sativa to stay a night.
But, seeing as there was not another inn in sight, he brushed off his feelings of worry, and the two walked into the entrance of the high class inn.
Approaching the lobby, Sky and Sativa stood in amazement as they glanced over the walls of the inn. The walls of the inn were decorated in gold and silver plated statues of ogres which the head of the creatures in essence,
Sky Ark Part Two: IgnetiusThe valley that was next to Cavalla had started to become devoured by the darkness, by that of The Sheik. It was of no importance at the time because Sky and Sativa were incapable of progressing without the hammer Sky was to obtain from the sage of this village.
As they had made their way to the entrance to the village, they noticed that it was overtaken by trolls whom were blocking the entrance of Cavalla, in an attempt to prevent anyone from coming into their part of the forest. Unrepentantly, one of the trolls lunged forward at Sky, but the troll didn't even touch him. Sky took his combat knife that he had on his belt, and stabbed the troll, until it was begging for mercy on its' life.
The troll lounged down for a brief second to catch his breath, for he had a long trail of blood which flowed from his chest, several feet behind him.
Sky took his knife, and slit its' throat, ever so tenderly, and watched as the troll was bleeding from his neck and stomach, until shortly after, he had
Sky Ark Part One: Evolved
September 15, 2720
Over the centuries, the remainder of the human race managed to survive as they were loaded onto rescue capsules, living out their life in the Orange Unit Rescue Sphere, located on Mars, within the walls of the rescue sphere.
A new form of evolution had taken its course, in replacement of the human, a mammal evolved from apes, as they had faced their extinction, living out their lives on Mars, after majority of their race had perished in the late year of 2011, crossing over to the year 2012.
Left through despair, they wanted to pursue their dream of returning to their beloved home as they had not lived on Earth for thousands of years.
Through science and their increase in technology, they discovered techniques to sustain life in the rescue sphere.
Even though they had discovered a way to prevent their race from perishing, it was nothing compared to their original home.
The only living organism that existed within this time that resembled the human
ForeverI've known you for only a short period of time.
but I feel as if,
I've known you forever.
I tremble with joy at your every touch.
The feel of your hand taking mine,
I want you to hold it forever.
I glow with happiness every time you're near.
I want you near me now,
I want to be with you forever.
My knees grow weak in your loving arms.
I want to stay there,
I want you to hold me forever.
My body melts with every kiss you give.
Just the thought of your lips on mine,
I want you to kiss me forever.
My heart jumps to know how much you care.
Knowing that it is so much more,
I want you to love me forever.
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic finger
As white as cotton clouds in morn
The flesh a child's in innocence
Where all its grace is well adorned
Veins of blue as bowl above
Where overflown the rain descends
A healing joy hid by that cloth
To ask for time to make amends
Fabric flown in wind through sky
Two halves crack the door
And all is seen in sightless peace
To feel a moment so implored
Expend an energetic wave
The site where there is shown
From inside out exuberate
Touched by one's own
There is a line now held in place
Behind which mirrors shine
Reflect back the present gazes
Who drive to ask before their time
Only be a part of passage
Depression's saving needed
When pouring gifts lie mouldering
And oldest wisdom unheeded
When eyes are rivers in themselves
Come in the loudest spike
And silent yawn the gates awake
To coo the crying souls alike
Imagined paint will always be
The master's tools to colour all
The mind a much creative being
That needs some help after a fall
So come and pierce the
The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)
The spirits of an innocent childhood, from long ago
Arise and always protecting, the innocent
Children who’s dreams are filled with hope, with belief
With happiness as golden sand, takes the shape
Of their deepest dreams, their deepest goals,
Their deepest desires, as the sand takes on these,
A small, silent golden man, sandman, who holds the magic
Sand, that fills the kids with dreams.
He is the childhood guardian, that protects children’s dreams,
Their innocence as they sleep, like soundly angels,
Smiling in the dark. This was the guardian I use to always be told
About, in my mother’s stories. His golden sand illuminating
The pitch black night.
Another childhood guardian, she is the one who
Protects a child’s memories, and will always hold them
Dear, whose little fairies collect their teeth without
A sound, she is Toothania, the guardian, that is as kind
And as silent as her fairies. Always letting them know
Where they can find the children’s baby teeth.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on an emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
NeedlesThe meat is cold from bloodless lust
My organs are damaged
Path be taken down range-
-And end with chilling wall
Forest of needle spires climb
My height cannot ask
Deem the stars they point-
-For reverence physical
Destroyed as winter comes
Invested into my stock
I am bought and brought home
With no escape from the lock
Needle sew a coat of iron
Black with the char left by
Remembrance make me a scion
And kindle a soul inside
Lids have shut and no key breaks
I cannot see between blades
Cut the night to ribbons-
-Now banners to losing way
Imposing in my blindness wait
My feet are icy cold
The forward march is death incarnate-
-Though I am numb to catch
A fabric stolen mask and clothe
The boundary pointed shed
Once streamers bleeding dry wove
The semblance of disjointed ends
No try can match the mind at work
For ochre has my pallor drained
This raiment bears a doubting murk
Through glacier impassive face
My asking wanes with setting freeze
The armour frozen bites
A pleading body already w
The Day She Falls Off Her ThroneToday she stands tall
On a mountain of deceit
But one day she'll fall
She'll be tossed off of her feet
And when this day comes
The day her reign is put to an end
She will have nothing left but crumbs
Nobody to attend
And whose fault will it be?
Her Mother's, Father's, or her own?
Perhaps all three
On the joyous day that she falls off her thrown
Every inch in meEvery Inch in me
By Kevin J. Jacobs
Felt through dismay, plaging every inch inside of me.
Reaching out to me, calling my name.
This plague is not what it's cracked up to be.
It spreads through my veins, making its' way to my arm.
But, even through the dismay, I feel no pain.
Anxiety crosses my mind, making me feel dampened like the seasons in May.
It may spread through my veins, but the sickness is not what it's cracked up to be.
This pain is not strong enough to hold me.
Though I feel weakened by this plague, spreading through my veins, and calling my name, this pain isn't the life in me.
Inching its' way inside of me, lack of sleep, making my body grow weak.
This pain may not go away.
But, my happiness makes the pain, fall in shame.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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