My body is a temple were the God of All resides. My body is an ark where I can run and hide From all the other bodies that desecrate their worth. From the deluge of temptation to break the clay of Earth. - Bodies have the magic to make their own decision, To act in … Continue reading Temple
Author: T. Dusenvolt
The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 3
Gumshoe is based off of a lego guy and some very real Sherlocks. He was also missing a hand. In lieu of that slightly necessary appendage, the peculiar trespasser had at the end of his left arm a tarnished copper contraption which looked like the spawn of a pair of tongs and a clockwork meat … Continue reading The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 3
It’s Christmas, I Guess
It's Christmas, I guess, But the usual cheer Is nowhere as warm or apparent this year. I guess there are somethings we can do without, Like fam'ly and friends and going about. Like being with those that you've always knew, Now connections with them are all but subdued. - It's Christmas, I wager, "Ho ho … Continue reading It’s Christmas, I Guess
Atohi
I have no idea how I started writing this, but it just popped into my head. Thanks to the Cherokee Nation website for the Cherokee words. "Ududu*, what are trees for?" "Trees. Mm. A good question. The other half of the circle of life. Trees take in what we put out." "Like I learned in … Continue reading Atohi
Round
Round and round a merry-go-round, of Life and Love and Pain. once you've seen all there is to be seen, you see it all again. Up and down on the merry-go-round, on steeds of mystery. some go fast and some go slow, but all run out eventually. I look up from this merry-go-round of "Do … Continue reading Round
Historia Animalia Ch. 1
This was the only pic I had of Chessie on my computer for some weird reason. My life is fraught with animals. Bugs, birds, the occasional elephant, but the ones I hold dear are the ones I remember the best. This is a story about (or, for the sake of precision, for) those mostly lovable … Continue reading Historia Animalia Ch. 1
The Zwillings Ch. 2
In which we awaken a miracle, pull a trigger, and discuss the difference between beetles and excretion. The boy looked around, assessing his battleground. Then he nodded at the room of scrambling lab coats and green tint. He raised his freckled arms, revealing two heavy assault rifles, black as wet obsidian. Then justice reigned in … Continue reading The Zwillings Ch. 2
Me
Why am I, why am I, why am I Me? Instead of some rogue on the terrible sea? Instead of a bat, or a girl, or a king? Then again, eons built to get to Me, Girls and boys and queens and kings, So if one thing changed, one simple thing, Would there be Me … Continue reading Me
Mourning Magic
This poem is my interpretation of why I am the way I am these days. As I was strolling on my evening promenade, A little boy ran into me, but it seemed he wasn't fazed. I asked him what's the matter, and he said none at all, He said Magic was a troll and had … Continue reading Mourning Magic
The Zwillings Pt. 9
In which we thank some tuna and plan to fly. "Come on!" Hunter bellowed, and with that, she ran after him into the ruins of a city lost to the hands of evil. *** Luitpold jolted awake, and not a second had passed before he felt the pain. Not pain like the sting of salt … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 9
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