This is the poetry section of the Portfolio. In this über long post, it contains the following poems in alphabetical order:
Android; Model Number: Dash One Eight Three*
Classifications of a Dungeon: Poetry
Cricket Chanting
Diamonds, Shoes, and the Devil
A Flawless Love
Okay, so here we go.
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Android; Model Number: Dash One Eight Three*
A dark silent night is always the tone for the inside
of the nonhuman
s k u l l.
It might be lonely in there. But, this defective piece of crap, -183, does not care. His make is Eye Tee. Usually, Eye Tee awakens to the sounds of one mortal clapping with fingers pointed upwards. Eight times, and then reversing it twice by clapping with palms together. And continuing once more. Any way the mortal sees fit.
Not sure how that's even possible.
But it is.
It truly is.
And then, wha-la. Eye Tee awakens.
It captures the form of some android-looking thing.
Not like the usual person.
Eye Tee is not a superhuman, not like that bird-plane-guy.
Speaking of that... Eye Tee is obviously genderless,
but Eye Tee seems to enjoy the names of Michael Bee or Mia B when performing.
Eye Tee also has other forms, but chooses those two names.
What is Eye Tee today? Who will it be today? Who is it?
Klatta-klatta. Ding-dong. Buzz. Buzzzz. Insert Robotic sounds here.
The ding-dong makes it clear. Today, Eye Tee is a male persona.
"Evening,"
He grunts. His tone. It's the usual. Unfortunately. I miss Mia.
Mia is rare for me to encounter.
Very rare. Very rare indeed.
Except for three Thursdays out of the entire year. Then again, she's quite awkward to be around.
A dark silent night is what awaits me. I am sure of it. Ignore
the ego-change, ignore the
m i n d
inside each of our
s k u l l s.
Then and only then will everything be perfect.
Eye Tee opens his eyes, revealing a red hue. Oh, what joy this shall be.
Slash Sarcasm.
His eyes shift between four or five colours, all too quick to catch. They wind up at blue. This means he's in a cool mood.
I have to, you know, encourage him. That shadowy quiet evening I mentioned earlier won't be happening. I have to at least make him feel happy, comfortable…
B U T ! ! If his eyes revert back to red or become yellow, he will be most, oh what's the word…
Dys Sa Tys Fyed ?
Playfully, he asks,
"How may I serve you?"
I respond,
"Any way you'd like, sir."
* This is an experimental poem. I highly doubt that the experiment is shown on this post, but certain sections are meant to be spaced awkwardly.
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Cricket Chanting
Last night, my lips fastened themselves
to a glass filled with a new and unusual beverage.
Everyone approved. Clapped. Cheered. Hoo-rayed.
Twenty one at last, I believed, anyway.
Too defeated to care.
Everyone chanted. Speech. Speech. Speech.
The bell tolled or something to that effect.
What was it? It was deemed “Macho-Day”
Everyone waited. Cricket. Cricket. Belch.
I laughed. I laughed hard. Cried, a little, even.
The blood has mixed, already. I am far from muscles.
Everyone laughed, too, but waited. Doo-doo-doo… do-do-do…
A loud grumble escaped my throat.
What was it, again? My birthday? Oh, right.
Everyone listened. Mumble. Mumble. Uhhh…
Dr. Frank from some cult classic film once said that he is something sweet
All while vocalising his views in an English tone to an unsuspecting couple.
Everyone approved. Clapped. Cheered. Hoo-rayed.
They were probably too drunk to care as to what I said,
Not to mention understand me.
Everyone departed. My hands clap. My voice cheered. I hoo-rayed.
I leaned back in the chair. Last night was amazing. Magical, even.
Too bad I was unable to be Dr. Frank. I won’t ever be him.
____________________
Diamonds, Shoes, and the Devil
Right now, a woman is staring at herself in the mirror. She's painted her body grey.
Her hands and fingers break as they are fused inside of her red shoes.
Typically, footwear has been a woman's best friend, but now,
now the diamond has taken over. She can't live with that.
She notes the red slippers as being entertaining. She smiles.
The colour of death or something, she thinks.
She notes the pain in her body, but she doesn't care. She calls her friend over.
Refute the Devil or whatever, she thinks.
Like usual, she has her friend sew her eyes shut and paint ruby lipstick on her pale lips.
It's for the best, she thinks.
She recalls a memory, one that made her inspired to do this. Diamonds and footwear.
Refute the Devil or whatever, she hears her thoughts.
Her friend guides her to a bed and tells her to go to sleep. The friend sits on the edge.
The friend whispers, there is an image of a figurine clapping monkey.
There is an image of one glass monkey; his ears are missing.
There is an image of a second glass monkey; his eyes are missing.
Her friend leans over and touches her moist lips. The ritual has begins.
There is an image of a third and final glass monkey; his mouth is missing.
There is an image of a girl; she is not all there. Eyes are sewn.
Fingers are broken. Hands are fucked. Clog your ears, close that mouth.
Her friend pulls out a cigarette and drops the ashes on the floor. He starts to mumble.
The girl can only pick up a few things.
Something about Lucifer. Something about me. She thinks.
Her friend calls her a crude name, but she doesn't mind. She's used to it.
Her friend pulls out a remote and aims it at the stereo. Blip.
A jazz song comes on. He taps his foot. He likes this music. She hates it.
"Hey. You only do this 'cause the Devil made girls like diamonds more than heels?"
The girl hesitates to answer. "Yup. Refute the Devil."
____________________
A Flawless Love
Two never ending years of slumber of is cured by my original life-giver.
I am astray from my original journey, one that requires skill and definitely no breaks.
I seek a princess, one from a far away land. I need to be skilled enough for her.
I need to please her with my determined wit, my princely charm, and my heart.
However, family issues complicate things; siblings also strive for the goal I have.
It's a pity that they allow a little thing called jealousy taint their hearts.
But, that's okay.
Such excessive heart-hatred and competition gives me the desire for my princess.
Unfortunately, two long years have made me question my goal.
My siblings' actions, my aching chest, everything has made me question my sanity.
I've spoken to a skinned deity, recently; a bunny, for crying out loud.
Despite understanding that he needed help, I can't be sane.
After assisting the fleshless rabbit, he informed me that I would marry the princess.
"See the ruler in the next land over. He'll test you. You can do it."
Doing as the hare instructed, I went to the ruler, who then put me up against trials.
Dummies, monsters, kittens, you name it; I had to face them all.
Swords, sheathes, and precious metals have desintergrated from overuse.
Blood, broken bones, and other nameless fluids have vanished from my system.
After encountering my battered body, the ruler found no flaw with me.
He deemed me "perfect"; a perfect fit for his lovely daughter.
An arranged marriage of sorts allows us to be hand-in-hand.
We wed, creating a world with unmatched love.
A love that my brothers' jealous sins will always crave and
A love that should last our lifetime; I just hope she's pleased with the outcome.
Android; Model Number: Dash One Eight Three*
Classifications of a Dungeon: Poetry
Cricket Chanting
Diamonds, Shoes, and the Devil
A Flawless Love
Okay, so here we go.
____________________
Android; Model Number: Dash One Eight Three*
A dark silent night is always the tone for the inside
of the nonhuman
s k u l l.
It might be lonely in there. But, this defective piece of crap, -183, does not care. His make is Eye Tee. Usually, Eye Tee awakens to the sounds of one mortal clapping with fingers pointed upwards. Eight times, and then reversing it twice by clapping with palms together. And continuing once more. Any way the mortal sees fit.
Not sure how that's even possible.
But it is.
It truly is.
And then, wha-la. Eye Tee awakens.
It captures the form of some android-looking thing.
Not like the usual person.
Eye Tee is not a superhuman, not like that bird-plane-guy.
Speaking of that... Eye Tee is obviously genderless,
but Eye Tee seems to enjoy the names of Michael Bee or Mia B when performing.
Eye Tee also has other forms, but chooses those two names.
What is Eye Tee today? Who will it be today? Who is it?
Klatta-klatta. Ding-dong. Buzz. Buzzzz. Insert Robotic sounds here.
The ding-dong makes it clear. Today, Eye Tee is a male persona.
"Evening,"
He grunts. His tone. It's the usual. Unfortunately. I miss Mia.
Mia is rare for me to encounter.
Very rare. Very rare indeed.
Except for three Thursdays out of the entire year. Then again, she's quite awkward to be around.
A dark silent night is what awaits me. I am sure of it. Ignore
the ego-change, ignore the
m i n d
inside each of our
s k u l l s.
Then and only then will everything be perfect.
Eye Tee opens his eyes, revealing a red hue. Oh, what joy this shall be.
Slash Sarcasm.
His eyes shift between four or five colours, all too quick to catch. They wind up at blue. This means he's in a cool mood.
I have to, you know, encourage him. That shadowy quiet evening I mentioned earlier won't be happening. I have to at least make him feel happy, comfortable…
B U T ! ! If his eyes revert back to red or become yellow, he will be most, oh what's the word…
Dys Sa Tys Fyed ?
Playfully, he asks,
"How may I serve you?"
I respond,
"Any way you'd like, sir."
* This is an experimental poem. I highly doubt that the experiment is shown on this post, but certain sections are meant to be spaced awkwardly.
____________________
Cricket Chanting
Last night, my lips fastened themselves
to a glass filled with a new and unusual beverage.
Everyone approved. Clapped. Cheered. Hoo-rayed.
Twenty one at last, I believed, anyway.
Too defeated to care.
Everyone chanted. Speech. Speech. Speech.
The bell tolled or something to that effect.
What was it? It was deemed “Macho-Day”
Everyone waited. Cricket. Cricket. Belch.
I laughed. I laughed hard. Cried, a little, even.
The blood has mixed, already. I am far from muscles.
Everyone laughed, too, but waited. Doo-doo-doo… do-do-do…
A loud grumble escaped my throat.
What was it, again? My birthday? Oh, right.
Everyone listened. Mumble. Mumble. Uhhh…
Dr. Frank from some cult classic film once said that he is something sweet
All while vocalising his views in an English tone to an unsuspecting couple.
Everyone approved. Clapped. Cheered. Hoo-rayed.
They were probably too drunk to care as to what I said,
Not to mention understand me.
Everyone departed. My hands clap. My voice cheered. I hoo-rayed.
I leaned back in the chair. Last night was amazing. Magical, even.
Too bad I was unable to be Dr. Frank. I won’t ever be him.
____________________
Diamonds, Shoes, and the Devil
Right now, a woman is staring at herself in the mirror. She's painted her body grey.
Her hands and fingers break as they are fused inside of her red shoes.
Typically, footwear has been a woman's best friend, but now,
now the diamond has taken over. She can't live with that.
She notes the red slippers as being entertaining. She smiles.
The colour of death or something, she thinks.
She notes the pain in her body, but she doesn't care. She calls her friend over.
Refute the Devil or whatever, she thinks.
Like usual, she has her friend sew her eyes shut and paint ruby lipstick on her pale lips.
It's for the best, she thinks.
She recalls a memory, one that made her inspired to do this. Diamonds and footwear.
Refute the Devil or whatever, she hears her thoughts.
Her friend guides her to a bed and tells her to go to sleep. The friend sits on the edge.
The friend whispers, there is an image of a figurine clapping monkey.
There is an image of one glass monkey; his ears are missing.
There is an image of a second glass monkey; his eyes are missing.
Her friend leans over and touches her moist lips. The ritual has begins.
There is an image of a third and final glass monkey; his mouth is missing.
There is an image of a girl; she is not all there. Eyes are sewn.
Fingers are broken. Hands are fucked. Clog your ears, close that mouth.
Her friend pulls out a cigarette and drops the ashes on the floor. He starts to mumble.
The girl can only pick up a few things.
Something about Lucifer. Something about me. She thinks.
Her friend calls her a crude name, but she doesn't mind. She's used to it.
Her friend pulls out a remote and aims it at the stereo. Blip.
A jazz song comes on. He taps his foot. He likes this music. She hates it.
"Hey. You only do this 'cause the Devil made girls like diamonds more than heels?"
The girl hesitates to answer. "Yup. Refute the Devil."
____________________
A Flawless Love
Two never ending years of slumber of is cured by my original life-giver.
I am astray from my original journey, one that requires skill and definitely no breaks.
I seek a princess, one from a far away land. I need to be skilled enough for her.
I need to please her with my determined wit, my princely charm, and my heart.
However, family issues complicate things; siblings also strive for the goal I have.
It's a pity that they allow a little thing called jealousy taint their hearts.
But, that's okay.
Such excessive heart-hatred and competition gives me the desire for my princess.
Unfortunately, two long years have made me question my goal.
My siblings' actions, my aching chest, everything has made me question my sanity.
I've spoken to a skinned deity, recently; a bunny, for crying out loud.
Despite understanding that he needed help, I can't be sane.
After assisting the fleshless rabbit, he informed me that I would marry the princess.
"See the ruler in the next land over. He'll test you. You can do it."
Doing as the hare instructed, I went to the ruler, who then put me up against trials.
Dummies, monsters, kittens, you name it; I had to face them all.
Swords, sheathes, and precious metals have desintergrated from overuse.
Blood, broken bones, and other nameless fluids have vanished from my system.
After encountering my battered body, the ruler found no flaw with me.
He deemed me "perfect"; a perfect fit for his lovely daughter.
An arranged marriage of sorts allows us to be hand-in-hand.
We wed, creating a world with unmatched love.
A love that my brothers' jealous sins will always crave and
A love that should last our lifetime; I just hope she's pleased with the outcome.