Knight-of-Nobody

All the world's a stage But sometimes I think I'm the only actor, Trapped in an endless soliloquy, Waiting for a curtain call that never comes. Everybody talks about the weather, But what does it matter if no one's here to enjoy it? Come rain or shine, come sun or snow, I stand under a cloud and wait for your warmth to come. Eyes are the window to the soul, But what if all that's left is a cold heart? If there's nothing but a broken window, Can anyone see inside? Does anyone want to? I guess they were right. It's just a lost cause. Sorry to waste your time.

 He hunched against the wind and gritted his teeth. Outside his head, the storm raged on, almost as devastating as the one inside it. Wind and lightning, thunder and rain—He would stop for nothing. As he had promised, as he had been promised, he would keep on walking. Walking and walking and walking… He shook his head, hard. No. He wouldn't let himself think that. This would be the place—It had to. He pulled his coat tighter around himself, tightened his hood's hold on his skull, and pressed onward. He reached the double doors and grasped the handle of the one on the left. Before he passed out, he begged whoever was listening t

 Mari Kaftan didn't know why she had died. She hadn't wanted to die. She hadn't asked to die. In fact, had she believed in a god of any sort, most of her prayers would have been something along the lines of "Dear God (or Allah or Yahweh) please don't let me die young." So, as the spirit of Mari Kaftan stood over the remains of her car wreck, one question reigned supreme in what was once her head: Why did she die? I mean, it isn't as if I deserved it! she thought, folding her arms over her chest; short, pale, and skinny, Mari had never perfected the art of appearing angry. Her dark red hair and pale brown eyes made her appear, to Mari at lea

 I stand alone in the shrine. Candlelight flickers off of the clay-rock walls, and I swallow hard. It's exactly the way I imagined. Like some pagan's chapel, berry paint is smeared across the walls, and the whole temple, vast as it is, gives me the feeling it is a dome. I pull my jacket tighter around myself and take a step forward. In the center of the room, the width of four tree trunks and higher than the eye can see, stands a colossal pillar of smooth tan stone. The column, I realize as I begin to walk toward it, is my heart. My core, my essence, it holds up this temple. I take slow, echoing steps to the center of the dome, the torches cr

The Castle on a Cloud waits for you, and you are its master. Clouds below, Trees above, Six blind men and an elephant are your court. They amuse you by telling Jokes with the duke of fordshire. At six to eight strikes the Clockwork Orange, and a grinning chimp laughs all the way. Charles Harper competes with Javert; they try to find Watson and Davis before Noon. The Beast waits for his Beauty, and all around him, The Sky falls upwards. The buzzard eye hears them, but Alfred and Sir Kay hesitate; they intend to wait in Spitsbergen. A cat without its grin charges, A Leucrotta laughs, A borogrove bellows, And all befo

 I know what my soul looks like. My soul is gray and blue and black and white. Last week I woke up, and my soul was standing in my room, sitting in the desk stool by my bed. I can't say how I knew he was my soul, but I knew he couldn't be anyone but me. Staring at the surface of my desk, a cigarette poking out of his mouth, my soul seemed sad, noble even. When I saw him, I didn't jump or shout-It seemed only natural he'd be there. When I saw him I knew he was me. Sure he was a little taller, hair maybe a bit longer, more of a glowering face-He even dressed differently, with a baseball cap jammed over unruly hair, and a baggy coat pulled tight

See, my dear, my lovely rose, Such fragrance never stays, but goes, Distraction from thy stinging thorn, Such burning pain yet to be borne. Hear, my love, my steady bloom, Ignore those weeds who laugh and loom, Let petals spread out and unwind, To all but love let us be blind. Know, my heart, my loving flower, Roots entwine for every hour, A blossom only I can see, Stay, my rose, and grow with me.

 Lumi regarded Kai with her Stare, the Stare that only royalty holds the capacity to give; the Snow Queen was, if nothing else, royalty. However, Kai was Kai, and the Snow Queen knew, however small the battle, when she was outmatched. An out-of-season winter breeze swept over the hill, taking Lumi with it. Her words swirled in the icy air between Kai and Alyss. "We leave at dawn, Troll-boy." Kai flushed, and Alyss kindly averted her eyes-An embarrassed Kai was an angry Kai, and Alyss did not have the necessary experience to deal with an embarrassed Kai. Surely Ness would know how to deal with the Gawain's crew, but Alyss lacked her sister

Goodnight. I know I'll die before I wake, I have a feeling I cannot shake. I know I'll rest--Eternal sleep, Just as I know no one will weep. No heart to break, no lips to kiss, It's obvious no one will miss The boy invisible to all, No one to catch me when I fall. It's possible I'll go to Hell, And all who know will try to sell A fertilizer "I love you," But we all know it isn't true. Forgotten, I see, as I tell You I might end up in Hell. I know I'll die before I wake, This promise I ask you to make: Do not forget what little time We had together, reason and rhyme, And hold on to the thought of me; I'll live in your memor

I don't have a soul yet. I should. People aren't born with souls, I think, But earn them as we go, Through hardships and trials. Where is my soul? I've suffered enough. I'm no Jesus, no Odin-- But I've still suffered. And I thought-- Can you help me? I really hope so. I want to feel.