Newest Poem!

Just wanted to share my newest poem with you. I originally wrote it for the National Poetry Competition, but lacked the courage to submit it. So, it’s just a new poem now. Enjoy!

 

Malice

A fantôme curled a finger
And the flickering heat spread quick
“Fire, Alice! Fire!”

It crumbled, the world
A fond kiss, Alice
Hands red, shaking, dripping
Don’t be afraid, Alice
Gripped the blade, a vorpal bite
Off with her head, Alice!

The lights go out
And that wonderful land spreads far and thick
A toxin in my head
Snicker-snack, snacker-snick!

It’s dark
Too dark
Can’t see
Who’s there waiting for me?

It’s white
I can see
Only white
But cold!
Too cold!

Shaved
Depraved
Makes me well-behaved
A hole in the head
Gives the troubles more space
A tincture
A cure
Makes me more demure
“No more talk of rabbits and dodos, Alice.
It’s time to face what you committed.”

A race! A race!
A pool of tears too deep to trace
Around and around we go
Until our feet are bloodied roots
The fire made you forget your boots

A curious eye winks from the shadows beneath
Made curiouser by a Cat
Who vanishes;
Leaving only a grin
A wicked slash of teeth

Shall we play a game, Alice?

Chess and cards
A castle in the sky
Jam yesterday and jam to-morrow
But never jam to-day
Too big to play,
Alice

Follow the vale of tears
To find the repugnant Lepidoptera
Steaming and piping in the cool night air

You’re late, Alice
Too late
What’s that you’re humming, Alice?

Dum-Dee-Dum-Dee-Dum

The Hatter won’t be pleased, Alice

But the Dormouse
The Dor
The Door
The door!

Enough, Alice!

But I found the Queen, Alice
She has my face
Wearing her heart on her lace
A Suicide King sits beside her
Says his words in reverse

I don’t understand, Alice
What don’t you understand, Alice?
When can I go home?
You can’t go home, Alice.
Why?
You’re mad as a March Hare, Alice
Mad as a Hatter, Alice?
Madder than Hatter, Alice.

Oh, Alice, don’t you know, dear?
We’re all mad here.

alice

As you can tell, it’s based on Alice: Madness Returns, a fun but twisted game by American McGee. Check out the trailer here.

Blessed be,

RK )O(

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Dogs have Owners, Cats have Authors.

Little Luna has taken to her new home almost instantly. She also took to my lap almost instantly. Had to suppress a sneeze for nearly an hour. Which isn’t easy when one has a cold.

"I shall nap here, New Human."

“I shall nap here, New Human.”

‘So what’s new in the world of RK?’ I hear you ask. Or type. Or… whatever, my brain and nasal passages are full of icky stuff.

  • I’m sick, AGAIN. After almost dying from Glandular Fever last year, the hospital discovered that I suffered from something called a Neutropenic Sepsis. Basically, my white blood cells are very, VERY low, and if I were to so much as say “bless you” to someone who sneezed, I would catch something. I was quarantined for two weeks while the doctors and nurses scratched their heads and tried to figure out what I was dying of. (I survived. Obviously). But, now I get sick very easily. It’s not good.
  • I’m up to season three in my Charmed re-watch. I loved this show when I was younger. I was obsessed with it. But I haven’t watched it in years, so I’m going through all of the episodes again on Netflix. Oh, Netflix… where would I be without you?
  • I’m playing Dragon’s Dogma again, and determined to stick it out this time, instead of giving up when I deliver the Hydra head to Gran Soren. I always seemed to sort of just stop playing at that point, and replay Dragon Age for the sixth time or something.
  • SPEAKING OF DRAGON AGE, OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, WE HAVE A RELEASE DATE AND I’VE PREORDERED INQUISITION! OMG OMG OMG OMG #FANGIRLING
  • Oh, and I finished my first poem in over a year. Yay for me! ^-^ It’s more angsty than I had originally intended it to be, but it’s got a rhyming lilt to it that I’m quite impressed with. Not exactly iambic pentameter, but close enough that I don’t feel the shame when I read it back. It’s called The Queen of Broken Things. I’ll post it below, in case you’re interested.
  • I’ve had to cut my nails. I hate cutting my nails. But I couldn’t type, so they had to be trimmed. I hate being declawed, I feel too vulnerable. So what if I’ve accidentally slashed my own arm in my sleep because my nails were too sharp? Oddly enough, it was deeper than a scratch from Luna, and has actually left a scar. In other words, do NOT mess with this Kitty.

Why yes, I am hyped up on catnip, why do you ask? *twitch*

 

Blessed b– what was that? You hear a noise? Something made a noise. I heard a noise. SHH there it is again. What– noises– wassat?

RK )O(

Queen of Broken Things

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken angels with broken wings,
She does not shy from broken toys,
From broken girls and broken boys.

She is a wilful creature of the wild,
Full of passion, full of pride.
With mindful gaze and wolfish smile,
Among the trees to sit awhile.

To crooked paths she winds the ways,
Through moonless nights and sunless days
Between twisting trees with starlit eyes
She walks alone beneath darkened skies.

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken heroes and broken kings.
She does not fear what darkness brings,
Those fallen angels with broken wings.