WARNING: The poems in this chapter are done by the author and the four consenting authors. Some of them are new at poetry, so I DO NOT WANT TO FIND ANY FLAMES. FLAMERS WILL BE BLOCKED FROM REVIEWING MY STORIES BY USING THE BLOCK USERS OPTION. AFTER THE FLAMER HAS BEEN BLOCKED, I WILL INFORM THE FLAMED WRITTER. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS NOT MY PROBLEM.
Chapter 32
Dais slammed his fist against the wall in his room, "Those hypocritical children!" he raged, "How dare they keep Melissa away from me. Torrent's partner and Wildfire's partner will pay for this with their lives!"
"I see you're having the same problem that Sekhmet and I are having," a voice laughed.
Dais turned to look at the Warlord of Cruelty. "They're fiercely loyal to one another," Anubis replied, "What made you think they would turn on each other?"
"I guess your arrogance got the better of you Dais," another voice sneered.
Dais shifted his gaze towards the figure that was standing next to Anubis, "They won't betray each other," Sekhmet replied, "so using logic against them isn't going to help."
"I'm open to ideas," Dais bit out angrily.
Anubis' eyes gleamed, "I have one, but it includes some of your Illusion Potions and some Sleeping Powder."
Ryo, Sage, Cye, Kento, and Mia were sitting around the campfire they had built for the night, "I read the poem," Mia sighed, "but I still can't figure out where Rowen is."
"Do you think Talpa knows where he is?" Sage asked.
"I don't know," Mia replied, "but if they do know something, then they'll be sure to take full advantage of it."
Ryo glanced at the partner's campfire. "If we do find out anything, then we'll have to be careful. Talpa can easily use the partners as pawns."
"Then we won't tell them what we're up too," Kento concluded.
"It's not that easy," Cye replied, "because Ryo and I have partners, we can't do spur-of-the-moment missions anymore. It could put Sarah and Brian in danger."
"Then let's get some rest," Mia sighed, "we can talk about this tomorrow."
Laughter rang out from the partner's campfire as Melissa began telling dirty jokes, 'I guess Sarah was right,' Jazalyn thought, 'Melissa is a totally different person once you get to know her.'
While everyone else was laughing, Jazalyn pulled out her poetry book and began to write in it. "You finally got over your poet's block," Melody teased, noticing Jazalyn writing in her book.
"Yep," Jazalyn smiled.
"I'd like to hear some of your poetry," Melissa asked.
"Then why don't we have a poetry read off," Sarah suggested.
"That would be great," Melody beamed as she grabbed her poetry book.
When everyone had his or her book, Sarah asked, "Who wants to go first?"
"I will," Jazalyn volunteered.
"Hit it," Melody smiled.
"My loyalty is toward the side of good
But my partner is evil
My friends want me stay with them
My partner wants to take me into the Darkness of the Dynasty
I care about my friends
But I also care about my partner
Why do I feel like I'm being pulled in a tug-of-war?
Why do I feel like I have to choose?
The one I'm meant to change
Or the one's who help me grow
If I'm meant to change and grow
Then give me the strength
To endure this game
Of tug-of-war"
"Wow," Melissa said, "good poem."
"It really shows an open and honest conflict," Brian responded.
"It was also written on the spur-of-the-moment," Jazalyn smiled.
"So whose next?" Sarah asked.
"I am," Brian replied.
"Go for it," Melody replied.
"Trust is not something taken lightly
So hold on
And hold on tightly.
I may not be much of a talker
But I am one who does a lot of walking.
I take care of my friends
No matter what bends that I have to go through.
When I give my trust to someone
Which is rare
It is done with care.
Trust is a two way street.
And that is something that can't be beat."
"That's good," Jazalyn replied.
"I'm new to poetry," Brian blushed. "I'm more use to writing stories."
"It's still a good first try," Melissa smiled.
"So who wants to go next?" Melody asked.
"I will," Sarah volunteered.
"Shoot," Jazalyn replied.
"I look at you,
you look at me.
I see the person I want to be.
I want to tell you.
the secret I never told.
I love you.
I know you'd laugh.
so I don't tell.
yet part of me wants to.
part wants me to run into your arms.
my other part won't let me.
my fear of rejection won't
let me tell you.
I want you to know
I will always be there for you.
why?
because I love you."
"How sweet," Jazalyn smiled.
"Are you thinking about that boy you were staring at during the Leadership Conference?" Melissa teased.
"No," Sarah shot back.
"Oooh, Sarah has a boyfriend," Melody teased.
"Stop it," Sarah blushed.
Everyone burst out laughing. "Even if the poem weren't for a boy," Jazalyn replied, "I still think it's a very beautiful."
"Thanks," Sarah smiled.
"So who wants to go next?" Brian asked.
"I will," Melissa spoke up.
"Then let's hear it," Jazalyn smiled.
"Dais, Warlord of Illusion
You have power over lies
And yet you seem to be lost in them
Like a spider trapped in his own web
Why are you the way you are?
I can tell you are not the way you seem
Your eye betrays you
Knowing of all the lives you've destroyed, I have every right hate you
Yet I do not
I want to help you, return you to your proper self
But for me to help you, you have to let me
Until you do, I will cry for you
And pray"
"Wow," Jazalyn replied, "not only was that beautiful, but was also soulful."
"Thanks," Melissa blushed.
"I think the poem explains the conflicting emotions very well," Melody concluded.
"What about your poem?" Brian asked.
"I wrote mine before I came here," Melody blushed, "Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Of course," Jazalyn replied.
"Okay," Melody sighed, "here goes."
"Walking down the street,
Through metropolitan where people meet.
I watch people run to greet the ones they love,
Wondering why I can't have an angel from above.
Alone, that's all I've ever known through my pathetic life.
Sometimes I want to end my misery, one swift motion with a jagged knife.
Why? I'm sure you're wondering.
Oh, if you only knew what I was thinking.
Don't get me wrong, I have a stable household,
or so I've always been told.
The man who I have always called 'Dad' is no father.
Well, only to my older brother.
My mother had an affair with God only knows who.
She got pregnant, what was she to do?
'Keep it.' She thought heard someone whisper to her.
So here I am, the 'love child' of the family, the disgrace of the family.
I feel so out of place, so homely.
I'm known as the families 'little secret', which I despise being called.
Each night my only comfort was my tears as I bawled.
Father, I wish I knew you. Then I knew I wasn't a waste.
To touch you, to see your face.
Growing up was hard, forcing me to act tough and cold.
'Why can't you act more like your brother?' or 'Act like your brother.' was what I was always asked and told.
So, that's what I did. So I could be Dad's pride and joy.
Acting's not too hard. I've done it all my life. From pretending to be happy to acting like a tomboy.
Baggy clothing is my friend, hiding my pain within bulk.
Walking alone, always told not to sulk.
How can I not?! My life is literary a living HELL!
I want a new life. My soul I would sell.
Piety. I honestly don't know what it means, but from my necklace it hangs.
Relieving all my sorrow and pains.
The necklace has some symbolic meaning.
Maybe my destiny has something to do with it.
Ha! That's a good one. I don't believe that one bit.
Out of everyone in the world, why would someone choose me?
It's getting dark, I'll have to get home. I don't want to face my Dad's wrath. You don't know
how horrible he can be.
A soul mate, that's what I'd like. Someone who is lost in the world, just like me.
As I walk home I hold my necklace tight. Someday I will find out what it means, then maybe,
just maybe, I can share my destiny.
With friends, something I lack.
I want someone to watch my back.
As I would their's.
Someone who cares.
Okay, enough, no more sorrow. I'm home.
I must put on a fake smile. Forced to hide behind a mask.
I guess I'm forced to always be an outcast."
Everyone looked at Melody, "That was good," Jazalyn replied, "You were very honest about what you wrote."
"And that's what makes a good poem," Sarah replied, "Honesty."
Jazalyn looked at Melody; there was something on her best friend's face that she couldn't explain. "Mel," Jazalyn asked, "are you okay?"
"Can I talk to you for a few minutes, alone?" Melody asked Jazalyn.
"Sure," Jazalyn smiled.
Chapter 32
Dais slammed his fist against the wall in his room, "Those hypocritical children!" he raged, "How dare they keep Melissa away from me. Torrent's partner and Wildfire's partner will pay for this with their lives!"
"I see you're having the same problem that Sekhmet and I are having," a voice laughed.
Dais turned to look at the Warlord of Cruelty. "They're fiercely loyal to one another," Anubis replied, "What made you think they would turn on each other?"
"I guess your arrogance got the better of you Dais," another voice sneered.
Dais shifted his gaze towards the figure that was standing next to Anubis, "They won't betray each other," Sekhmet replied, "so using logic against them isn't going to help."
"I'm open to ideas," Dais bit out angrily.
Anubis' eyes gleamed, "I have one, but it includes some of your Illusion Potions and some Sleeping Powder."
Ryo, Sage, Cye, Kento, and Mia were sitting around the campfire they had built for the night, "I read the poem," Mia sighed, "but I still can't figure out where Rowen is."
"Do you think Talpa knows where he is?" Sage asked.
"I don't know," Mia replied, "but if they do know something, then they'll be sure to take full advantage of it."
Ryo glanced at the partner's campfire. "If we do find out anything, then we'll have to be careful. Talpa can easily use the partners as pawns."
"Then we won't tell them what we're up too," Kento concluded.
"It's not that easy," Cye replied, "because Ryo and I have partners, we can't do spur-of-the-moment missions anymore. It could put Sarah and Brian in danger."
"Then let's get some rest," Mia sighed, "we can talk about this tomorrow."
Laughter rang out from the partner's campfire as Melissa began telling dirty jokes, 'I guess Sarah was right,' Jazalyn thought, 'Melissa is a totally different person once you get to know her.'
While everyone else was laughing, Jazalyn pulled out her poetry book and began to write in it. "You finally got over your poet's block," Melody teased, noticing Jazalyn writing in her book.
"Yep," Jazalyn smiled.
"I'd like to hear some of your poetry," Melissa asked.
"Then why don't we have a poetry read off," Sarah suggested.
"That would be great," Melody beamed as she grabbed her poetry book.
When everyone had his or her book, Sarah asked, "Who wants to go first?"
"I will," Jazalyn volunteered.
"Hit it," Melody smiled.
"My loyalty is toward the side of good
But my partner is evil
My friends want me stay with them
My partner wants to take me into the Darkness of the Dynasty
I care about my friends
But I also care about my partner
Why do I feel like I'm being pulled in a tug-of-war?
Why do I feel like I have to choose?
The one I'm meant to change
Or the one's who help me grow
If I'm meant to change and grow
Then give me the strength
To endure this game
Of tug-of-war"
"Wow," Melissa said, "good poem."
"It really shows an open and honest conflict," Brian responded.
"It was also written on the spur-of-the-moment," Jazalyn smiled.
"So whose next?" Sarah asked.
"I am," Brian replied.
"Go for it," Melody replied.
"Trust is not something taken lightly
So hold on
And hold on tightly.
I may not be much of a talker
But I am one who does a lot of walking.
I take care of my friends
No matter what bends that I have to go through.
When I give my trust to someone
Which is rare
It is done with care.
Trust is a two way street.
And that is something that can't be beat."
"That's good," Jazalyn replied.
"I'm new to poetry," Brian blushed. "I'm more use to writing stories."
"It's still a good first try," Melissa smiled.
"So who wants to go next?" Melody asked.
"I will," Sarah volunteered.
"Shoot," Jazalyn replied.
"I look at you,
you look at me.
I see the person I want to be.
I want to tell you.
the secret I never told.
I love you.
I know you'd laugh.
so I don't tell.
yet part of me wants to.
part wants me to run into your arms.
my other part won't let me.
my fear of rejection won't
let me tell you.
I want you to know
I will always be there for you.
why?
because I love you."
"How sweet," Jazalyn smiled.
"Are you thinking about that boy you were staring at during the Leadership Conference?" Melissa teased.
"No," Sarah shot back.
"Oooh, Sarah has a boyfriend," Melody teased.
"Stop it," Sarah blushed.
Everyone burst out laughing. "Even if the poem weren't for a boy," Jazalyn replied, "I still think it's a very beautiful."
"Thanks," Sarah smiled.
"So who wants to go next?" Brian asked.
"I will," Melissa spoke up.
"Then let's hear it," Jazalyn smiled.
"Dais, Warlord of Illusion
You have power over lies
And yet you seem to be lost in them
Like a spider trapped in his own web
Why are you the way you are?
I can tell you are not the way you seem
Your eye betrays you
Knowing of all the lives you've destroyed, I have every right hate you
Yet I do not
I want to help you, return you to your proper self
But for me to help you, you have to let me
Until you do, I will cry for you
And pray"
"Wow," Jazalyn replied, "not only was that beautiful, but was also soulful."
"Thanks," Melissa blushed.
"I think the poem explains the conflicting emotions very well," Melody concluded.
"What about your poem?" Brian asked.
"I wrote mine before I came here," Melody blushed, "Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Of course," Jazalyn replied.
"Okay," Melody sighed, "here goes."
"Walking down the street,
Through metropolitan where people meet.
I watch people run to greet the ones they love,
Wondering why I can't have an angel from above.
Alone, that's all I've ever known through my pathetic life.
Sometimes I want to end my misery, one swift motion with a jagged knife.
Why? I'm sure you're wondering.
Oh, if you only knew what I was thinking.
Don't get me wrong, I have a stable household,
or so I've always been told.
The man who I have always called 'Dad' is no father.
Well, only to my older brother.
My mother had an affair with God only knows who.
She got pregnant, what was she to do?
'Keep it.' She thought heard someone whisper to her.
So here I am, the 'love child' of the family, the disgrace of the family.
I feel so out of place, so homely.
I'm known as the families 'little secret', which I despise being called.
Each night my only comfort was my tears as I bawled.
Father, I wish I knew you. Then I knew I wasn't a waste.
To touch you, to see your face.
Growing up was hard, forcing me to act tough and cold.
'Why can't you act more like your brother?' or 'Act like your brother.' was what I was always asked and told.
So, that's what I did. So I could be Dad's pride and joy.
Acting's not too hard. I've done it all my life. From pretending to be happy to acting like a tomboy.
Baggy clothing is my friend, hiding my pain within bulk.
Walking alone, always told not to sulk.
How can I not?! My life is literary a living HELL!
I want a new life. My soul I would sell.
Piety. I honestly don't know what it means, but from my necklace it hangs.
Relieving all my sorrow and pains.
The necklace has some symbolic meaning.
Maybe my destiny has something to do with it.
Ha! That's a good one. I don't believe that one bit.
Out of everyone in the world, why would someone choose me?
It's getting dark, I'll have to get home. I don't want to face my Dad's wrath. You don't know
how horrible he can be.
A soul mate, that's what I'd like. Someone who is lost in the world, just like me.
As I walk home I hold my necklace tight. Someday I will find out what it means, then maybe,
just maybe, I can share my destiny.
With friends, something I lack.
I want someone to watch my back.
As I would their's.
Someone who cares.
Okay, enough, no more sorrow. I'm home.
I must put on a fake smile. Forced to hide behind a mask.
I guess I'm forced to always be an outcast."
Everyone looked at Melody, "That was good," Jazalyn replied, "You were very honest about what you wrote."
"And that's what makes a good poem," Sarah replied, "Honesty."
Jazalyn looked at Melody; there was something on her best friend's face that she couldn't explain. "Mel," Jazalyn asked, "are you okay?"
"Can I talk to you for a few minutes, alone?" Melody asked Jazalyn.
"Sure," Jazalyn smiled.