Tidbit Tuesday: November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 13: A Fetch Story Poem: The Ballad of Gerry Clifford: One So Small

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how can one so small

make a difference at all?

I fear all is lost

Gerry Clifford

Notes:

Fair warning that the explanation for the tidbit is longer than the tidbit. If you are the sort of nerd who enjoys reading about creative processes and what was going on in the author's fucked-up brain, you may enjoy this. If you prefer it when authors shut up and just tell the story, you'll probably want to give this mess a miss.

It may seem a massive--nay, an outlandish and well-nigh unforgivable exercise in utter laziness for me to repackage this poem which I published just yesterday and publish it again for Tidbit Tuesday. However, I have my reasons beyond laziness for duplicating and re-routing this little gem. You see, my muse has returned and I am inspired! The many wild, free-roaming chapters of Fetch are finally being corralled and structured into novelettes or novellas. I don't rightly know which yet. That will be determined when the manuscript is complete.

Each novelette or novella begins with a poem, and this is the poem that kicks off Book One. The artwork, which may or may not end up serving as the cover for the book, was created by Yours Truly using Pixlr. No credit is due to Photoshop, which I used to use exclusively, but Adobe is scummy and is making it so people like me, who have older versions of Photoshop, are not able to access those versions because they want to strong-arm everyone into paying monthly blood money for Creative Cloud. As our hero, Gerry Clifford would say, "fuck that shit." Although it would sound more like "fook that shite."

The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for the day requested a Persona poem, and I was stuck. Then I thought of Team Netherworld's beloved protagonist, Gerry Clifford, and decided to let him take over and write a poem that sums up his personality and motivation in just a few words.

Fetch is an Irish term for an apparition of a person who is still living. Gerry's body is alive, but his brain is severely compromised, and so his spirit is starting to make more frequent astral excursions.

Fetch is the flagship story in Team Netherworld's Yadira Chronicles, and Gerry Clifford is its male protagonist. When Gerry's cognitive abilities became too deteriorated for him to remain at home, his wife, Anne, had him placed in London's Candlelight Ridge Care Center for Memory Loss. On his first day in the center, Gerry encountered Yadira Root, who presented herself as a kindly older woman volunteering her heartfelt help but who was, in fact, a daughter and high priestess of Nyarlathotep.

To Gerry's horror, he discovered that the residents of Candlelight Ridge were being targeted by a malevolent hive entity which appears as flashes of brilliant multicolored light. It quickly became apparent that the entity had a particular interest in Gerry and was biding its time for reasons he couldn't understand. 

Upon fleeing the entity, Gerry found himself in the presence of Pepper Baiij, a troubled caregiver working with memory-impaired patients in an assisted living facility thousands of miles from England in Ransom, Kansas. Pepper had strong psychic abilities. She had been devastated to hear of Gerry Clifford’s diagnosis. His band, Mainline, was a longstanding favorite act of hers.

We have enough Fetchy material for several books. We doubt anyone else is excited as we are, or, in fact, gives one single fuck. We don't care, we give a fuck and are going to unleash our words on the world regardless.

Nyarlathotep is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft. Everything else in this post can be blamed on Team Netherworld.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 14: A Fetch Story Poem: Man Becomes Myth

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he thinks that

he's a simple man

but he is

a legend

he is a million deep dreams

I a silent sigh

A Shadorma for Gerry from Pepper

Note:

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write a myth poem. It didn't have to be about an established myth. I wrote another Fetch story poem. 

Gerry Clifford, the story's male protagonist, came from a working-class background and became a successful and well-paid musician. He never thought of himself as a rock star and made a point not to indulge in "rock star" attitudes. 

Pepper Baiij, the story's female protagonist, is a troubled woman whose family always wanted to be wealthy and instilled the belief in her that if you are anything but a member of high society, you are nothing. Pepper believes herself to be fatally flawed and can't understand how Gerry could feel anything but disdain for her.

Gerry sees himself as a very simple person and can't imagine why anyone would take the least bit of interest in him outside of his skill set. To Pepper, Gerry is a legend and impossibly high above her.

The image references another part of the story. Pepper and Gerry met previously in an ill-fated lifetime on a dying planet where she was a powerless princess of a ruthless dictatorship ruled over by her brutal older half-brother and Gerry was a lowly thief captured by said half-brother and presented to the princess as a replacement for the bodyguard her brother killed in a fit of rage. This gesture was intended as a jest on the part of the king, but the princess accepted the diminutive, elven thief as her new bodyguard and the pair formed a powerful though ultimately ill-fated bond.

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #108 + OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 26: What Is Unspoken (Choka)

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what is unspoken

in the silence of autumn

is what I'm feeling

"speak your truth," the leaves whisper

but what can I say?

I'm biting my tongue

because what I want to say

is I still love you

wish you hadn't gone away

please come back to me

walk alongside me again

the crunching of leaves

sweeter walking together

For Team Netherworld's sadly ignored WIP, Fetch

From Pepper to Gerry

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #100: Indian Summer

I

after a warm day

a thin layer of fresh fallen snow

covers the garden

after a warm day

sweat slick on the back of neck

I dream of autumn

a thin layer of fresh fallen snow

on some faraway mountains

elsewhere but not here

covers the garden

there are not that many trees

a few fallen leaves

II

Indian Summer

inbetween seasons

roses bloom again

Indian summer

this was never his color

he was always pale

inbetween seasons

he exists between the worlds

observing sorrow

roses bloom again

another life lies ahead

the thought is tiresome

For Gem from Cie 

and 

Gerry from Pepper

Notes:

The "sleighs" of these Troiku were created by Chèvrefeuille. The horses of the apocalypse were wrangled into a story poem or collective of disjointed and depressive thoughts by me. Happy Pumpkin Spice Senryu to you.

Carpe Diem Field of Flowers: Cornflower

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cornflower blue eyes

yellow sun surrounding black

pretty rainbow eyes

where have you gone dreaming now

have you become the music

For Gem and Gerry

Notes:

If you prefer poetry without trivia, the bus stops here.

If you enjoy Cie's various ramblings, stick around.

This little trivia blurb was created by me for a trivia post regarding eyes which appear to change color. This is the result of a harmless condition called central heterochromia. This person's eyes were primarily blue, but there was a circle of yellow pigment close to the pupil which caused the eye to appear green or hazel depending on the light. I just thought this was a really interesting phenomenon. 

The person whose eyes were used as an example of this condition is no longer among the land of the living, and I kind of don't feel like talking about that.

Gerry Clifford, the male protagonist in Team Netherworld's longest-running WIP, Fetch, is described by the smitten Pepper Baiij as having rainbow eyes.

Rainbow Eyes is one of my favorite songs. It was written by Ritchie Blackmore and the late Ronnie James Dio.

Fetch: I Just Wanted You to Know

A Lost World Version 4

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I just wanted you to know

You seemed eternal, you know

And part of my mind which doesn't work quite right believes

That this is still what's going on

And you aren't dead and gone

Taken from the world 

By a disease that destroyed your mind

I'm sorry I got angry with you

For something which was in no way your fault

I believed in you

I wanted to meet you

I wanted to be your friend

I knew no-one like you could ever love me

I know for a fact that no-one can

But I hoped that maybe you would like me just a little

I still love you 

But I fuck everything up

I wish that we could reconnect

I wish that we could try again

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I'm so hungry for something I haven't a recipe for

I want to believe in magic

I want to believe in dreams

I want gentle ghosts to haunt my graveyard

And my house and my carousel

I want you to come visit me across time

I would give you a place to hide

In my heart or my pocket

I keep your picture in my broken locket

Beautiful little fractured spirit

You are so much more than you know

I wish that I could hold you to my breast

And soothe the sorrow from your soul

The feeling does go both ways, you know

I still love you

I would try again a million times

Sweet thief of hearts

Come steal my heart

Again

And again

And again

For Gerry from Pepper

Notes:

This poem was created for Team Netherworld's long-running WIP, Fetch. 

The backstory for Fetch (and the stanza just below the carousel image) can be found here.

Five Line Fetchy Fragment: Hunger

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I'm so hungry for something I haven't a recipe for

I want to believe in magic

I want to believe in dreams

I want gentle ghosts to haunt my graveyard

And my house and my carousel

Cie for Gem

Ondina for Serab

Pepper for Gerry

Prompt Used:

You can stop right there and just read the poem, or you can continue on and read the long and rambling notes.

Notes:

This story poem was created for Team Netherworld's longest-running WIP, Fetch, which is a Lovecraftian paranormal romance.

Fetch's protagonist is Gerry Clifford, a Scottish musician raised in London's seedy Crouch End borough from the time he was twelve years old. (As inspired by Stephen King's Lovecraftian short story, Crouch End, which can be found in the 1980 anthology, New Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos.) As Gerry's cognitive and physical abilities deteriorate, he is placed in London's Candlelight Ridge Care Home. Gerry's spirit begins to go AWOL from a body which no longer works properly, and he discovers that the unfortunate residents at Candlelight Ridge are not simply succumbing to the ravages of age and infirmity, their souls are being harvested by Yadira Root, an ancient high priestess of the notorious Cthulhu Cult and the daughter of Nyarlathotep himself. Pursued by a hostile hive entity, Gerry turns to troubled American medium Pepper Baiij for help.
Many millennia previously in another star system and possibly another dimension, Gerry was a thief named Serab. Serab was a member of a race persecuted by West Zecor's tyrannical King Qweh, who captured the hapless thief one day and presented him to his sister Princess Ondina, an empath whose primary function was attempting to ameliorate the destruction and chaos caused by Qweh.
Qweh hoped for Ondina to be irritated when he gave her the tiny, elfin Serab as a replacement for her slain bodyguard, but Ondina did not react as Qweh hoped. She treated Serab respectfully. There was an immediate attraction between Ondina and Serab, although Ondina was statuesque, stately, and a member of the ruling class while Serab was small, rough, and a member of an oppressed race.
When Serab was brutally murdered by Qweh at the end of the doomed planet Zecor's existence, Ondina sent his soul to "the realm of the yellow sun" with the admonition that the pair must never meet again. Ondina hoped to protect her beloved from Qweh's threat that he would destroy Serab in any lifetime where he and Ondina reunited.
Serab eventually reincarnated as Gerry Clifford while Ondina reincarnated as Pepper Baiij. The star-crossed lovers were finally reunited when Gerry's spirit or Fetch began leaving his body in search of help.
It's doubtful that Fetch will ever be published in any kind of cohesive form. It remains Team Netherworld's favorite WIP.

Disclosure: If you purchase the book through this link, I earn a small commission.

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 29: Three of Swords

At the Beginning of the End Version 6

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In unity were we well met

But that was before

My soul was crushed by the duality

Of everything and nothingness

When my soul was still filled with belief

In things spiritual and mystical

Now nothing is left but pain and sadness

Within this empty human life

You were perfection

I was lucky to find you

In a life full of suffering

You were a gift of great auspiciousness

I was destroyed when I lost you

And now all I have

Is loneliness

And nothingness

Eternally

Ondina Rvaga

Regent, Lost Zecor

Notes for Nerds: 

This is one of the story poems for Team Netherworld's WIP, Fetch.

The story, at its core, is Cthulhu Mythos fan fiction combined with elements from an original Star Trek episode (The Lights of Zetar) which gave me nightmares from the time I first saw it at the age of ten years old. 

Ondina Rvaga is a reluctant princess of Western Zecor on the planet Zetar 6. She spends her time working in a laboratory, using her empathic gifts to heal the victims of her violent and sadistic brother King Qweh if she can, compassionately dispatching them to the realm of spirit if she cannot. 

The people of West Zecor love the Princess Ondina and know her to be kind, but they also realize that she does not have much power to help them. Her brother is extremely powerful and controls the armies of West Zecor. Brutal soldiers happily do his bidding. 

Ondina is miserable in her existence. She does not expect to find love. She had been expected to marry her twenty-four-year-old half-brother, Prince Qweh, when she was twelve years old. She was resigned to her fate, believing herself blessed until she discovered Qweh's true, brutal nature. At that point, she used her healing gifts in reverse and destroyed her reproductive organs so she could never conceive an heir for the corrupt regime. 

Qweh knew that Ondina loved her people and couldn't bear to see them in pain. Over the years, he reveled in watching her suffer as she attempted to heal those devastated by the brutal attacks of his armies.

After Qweh groped her during a scouting mission, Ondina attempted to commit suicide by jumping from a precipice. She was encouraged by the spirit of Serab's twin brother Joub to repair her injuries. He promised her that someone who would bring the love that she could never have imagined was about to enter her life.

Days later, Serab was apprehended by King Qweh's lackeys and brought to Ondina as a joke. The king laughingly postulated that the tiny Serab, who stood approximately five feet three inches tall, replace Ondina's previous bodyguard, who had been slain by Qweh in a fit of rage. Ondina, however, did not see the suggestion as a joke. She claimed Serab as her bodyguard and assistant and treated him with a compassion which he had not thought possible from a member of West Zecor's wicked royal family.

Serab and Ondina were smitten with each other from the start but initially attempted to keep their feelings in check.

When the ill-advised sorcery of King Qweh under the direction of Yadira, High Priestess of Nyarlathotep, caused the demon sultan Azathoth to trigger the small sun in Zetar's binary star system to begin consuming the large sun, the majority of Zecor's residents fled to other worlds. Ondina, Serab, and Ondina's longtime friend and caretaker Xegran along with Qweh and his most devoted lackeys were still on the planet when the gamma rays rendered their spaceships useless. 

Ondina had planned all along to take herself, Serab, and Xegran through a gate to "the realm of the Yellow Sun," a peaceful, primitive world many light years away. Qweh demanded that Ondina bring himself and his toadies along as well. When she refused, he beheaded Xegran and brutalized Ondina. Serab was slain when he stepped in to defend his beloved. In spite of his protests, Ondina dispatched his spirit and that of Xegran to the Realm of the Yellow Sun.

Although Qweh and his lackeys were unable to invade the new world, they were not doomed to an inevitable death. Utilizing scientific and mystical abilities taught to him by the powerful High Priestess Yadira, Qweh caused the astral bodies of himself and his companions to form a community of pure energy; for all intents and purposes, a giant, malevolent brain. The hive entity sped away from the doomed world, leaving Ondina to her fate.

The traumatized Ondina believed herself to be at fault for the death of her old friend and her beloved. She tenderly lay each of their bodies in state beside her and spent the next six hours dying with only her regrets for company. She resolved to stay well away from Serab forever so that Qweh would not punish her by harming him in future lifetimes.

The heartbroken Serab never forgot Ondina. In lifetime after lifetime, he attempted to find her, although he forgot the exact nature of his original purpose. 

Serab was reunited with Ondina during his most recent lifetime, although they did not encounter each other in the flesh. He was, for all intents and purposes, part of the spirit world. Although his body still lived, he was no longer able to function properly through it. Gerry was a Fetch, an Irish term essentially describing a ghost which has a body that still lives but through which it is temporarily or permanently unable to interface.
Ondina had reincarnated as Pepper Baiij, a troubled woman with strong mediumistic abilities which she tended to write off as delusion. Pepper knew who Gerry was. Along with his brother, Paul, he was a well-known musician whose work she admired.
Pepper was the only person who could help Gerry, who was being pursued by Yadira Root. This left Gerry in a precarious position. On a good day, Pepper believed strongly in her abilities and in Gerry's affection for her. On a bad day, her self-deprecation caused her to believe that she was merely insane, and/or that Gerry was yet another cad who would use her to get what he wanted and then leave her high and dry.

The story is far from finished, although it has, sadly, had to be back-burnered recently. These story-poems are, I feel, a valid form of keeping it viable.

Senryu: Golden

Copyright Sharon McCutcheon

He once was golden

Then came the disaster which

 Turned him back to dust

~Cie~

Prompt Used:

Three Line Tales

Notes:

This poem is for Team Netherworld's Fetch, the story which refuses to die no matter how many nay-sayers try to kill it. In context of the tale, the image is our protagonist, Gerry Clifford, photographed for the July 1977 issue of Loud Magazine.

Shadorma: His Eyes

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Shadorma:

His Eyes

*********

His eyes are

Sometimes cornflower

Blue and then

Sometimes they

Are green like midday sea spray

Wherein I have drowned

********

For Gerry from Pepper

and

For Gem from cie

Prompt Used:

Hourly Writing Prompts

The Dead World

Perennial tears descend in gems

From the eyes of those who remember when

They weep: from off their delicate stems

Where leaves will never grow again

Eternal dews come down in drops

In a flood which seems will never stop

They wave: from out their fragrant tops

Poison rain destroys good crops

And weep above a nameless grave!

In this world where nothing can be saved

Over the lilies there that wave

On the seashore, near the cave

In myriad types of the human eye

None of them notice when I cry

Over the violets there that lie

My breath escapes in a hopeless sigh

Uneasily from morn till even

I search in vain to find a reason

That rustle through the unquiet Heaven

Naught is revealed in study or sweven

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven

In vain another day I've striven

Around the misty Hebrides!

A voice moans mournful through the trees

That palpitate like the chill seas

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees

The moans cause the blood in my veins to freeze

Over the magic solitude

A feeling of terror doth intrude

Nothing save the airs that brood

Can be envisioned or construed

Nothing there is motionless

An invisible hand my cheek does caress

The sad valley's restlessness

Brings to my soul a deep distress

Now each visitor shall confess

Now each mind will begin to regress

The red sunlight lazily lay

Over the kingdom far away

In the midst of which all day

The devout bow their heads to pray

To keep watch above the flowers

To drive away the terror of the hours

Nightly, from their azure towers

Whilst death rains from the sky in showers

Trusting to the mild-eyed stars

To take them somewhere very far

They had gone unto the wars

Knowing not what they were fighting for

Where the people did not dwell

The world made a living hell

Once it smiled a silent dell

O'er the land rang the sound of a funeral bell

By Cie and Gem and Gerry and Pepper

With apologies and thanks to Edgar Allan Poe

Fetch: Dreamland Dictionary

A cup of dreams by dandingeroz

A teacup means I drink you in

A hammer means my heart you'll break

A seagull means you've flown away

To the land where breezes carry the stench of decay

A ballet slipper means

I'm dancing through lost dreams

Of childhood long gone

Of hope torn at the seams

Shark means I'm consumed by troubles

Wobbly table, my precarious ground

I'm cast out because no-one wants to bear witness

As the tears from my eyes stream down

A dentist in my dreams 

Means I should shut my damn mouth

Before I say the wrong words

And everything goes south

A rowboat means I want to sail away

To where my lost seagull has flown

Take me with you to the Land of Dreams

I can't bear to be here on my own

~For Gerry from Pepper~

 Notes:

Much of Team Netherworld's story, Fetch, takes place in the Dreamlands of Earth, a fantastical realm created by H.P. Lovecraft. 

Word Salad:

Teacup

Hammer

Seagull

Ballet slipper

Shark

Wobbly table

Dentist

Rowboat

Pepper's Fetch

Beautiful Boy Version 13

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I can feel you near

I can see you in my mind

But not with my eyes

From Pepper

With love for Gerry

Notes:

I believe we technically followed the prompt today. We were asked to create a poem about something magical. Gerry Clifford certainly qualifies.

Pepper initially encountered Gerry while working in a retirement community on the night shift. Gerry was not a resident of said retirement community, located in Lawrence, Kansas. He was thousands of miles away in London. However, his physical brain was badly impaired. He was a spirit still attached to his body, a being described in Irish folklore as a "Fetch."

Pepper knew who Gerry was. He was drawn to her by the intensity of her sadness upon learning of his fate. However, the instant they encountered one another, it became clear that there was another force drawing them together, something which Pepper initially tried to deny for fear of being hurt again as she had been so many times before. 

Gerry was the one being in the entire Cosmos for whom Pepper would refute her vow never to allow herself to fall in love again. Her resistance didn't last long. 

Serab's Senryu: The Ghosts of What Was

Zetar's End Version 13

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Sometimes I sense ghosts

From a world long dead and gone

I weep for what was

~Serab~

Cie's notes:

Serab is a past incarnation of the musician Gerry Clifford, the main male protagonist in Team Netherworld's eternal WIP, Fetch. Serab was a resident of Zetar 6 (Zecor), a world with a binary star system where the smaller sun began pulling energy off the larger sun, setting off a nova which destroyed the inner planets and rendered the sixth planet incapable of sustaining life.

Serab in spirit form viewed the nova just before being relocated to a place which his beloved Princess Ondina, a powerful sorceress, referred to as "the Realm of the Yellow Sun." 

In her grief and guilt over Serab's murder by her brutal and jealous megalomaniac brother King Qweh, Ondina believed it necessary that she and Serab should never again cross paths. Serab's longing for Ondina eventually overrode her spell, and, near the end of his lifetime as Gerry Clifford, he found her again. She had reincarnated as Pepper Baiij, a medium living with major mental illness whose life had never gone quite right.

As Gerry and Pepper became reacquainted and their love rekindled, memories of their past incarnations on Zecor were awakened, and an old and dangerous foe re-emerged in the form of Yadira Root, a powerful high priestess of Nyarlathotep, whose plans for Gerry were most unsavory.

TL:DR

We majorly deviated from the prompt given today.

A Fetchy Shadorma: The Blue Garage

The Blue Garage

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I went down

 Went down to the blue

To the blue

Blue garage 

 Where I could hear the blues play

 But all was silent

You can still

Hear the blues playing

 A ghostly

Echo of

A voice that once was alive

A sound that rang strong

The music

Itself cannot die

Song is sung

On and on

But the blue garage is closed

Blue street is silent

From Pepper with love for Gerry

(who probably thinks this song is about him!)

Notes:

Today the prompt was to describe an abstract idea using concrete nouns, and I think I did that. The blue garage is a metaphor, at any rate. Music itself cannot die, but musicians sadly do.

Fetch is the story that won't die in spite of repeatedly being stabbed with steely knives. Check it out here if you're so inclined. 

Senryu: Hidden

At the End of Everything Version 10

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I am not ashamed

Of the one who haunts my heart

But must stay hidden

~Cie~

The prompt today asked participants to write about a secret shame. One of the suggestions was that one might be ashamed of eating "too many cookies." That's a trick statement, there is no such thing as too many cookies. 

However, that is not what this poem is about.

I decided to do a little twist on the prompt. What if the secret is not something shameful, but must be hidden anyway. What if the poem's protagonist is homosexual but comes from a homophobic family? What if, as in many dramas, the protagonist is from a rich family and falls in love with a poor person, and their family does not approve?

I actually wrote the poem from the point of view of Pepper, the female protagonist from Team Netherworld's WIP, Fetch. Pepper, a medium, loves Gerry, a ghost. There is actually nothing shameful about Pepper's feelings for Gerry. They are both older adults. However, the majority of the populace would not understand Pepper's feelings. Thus, in order to avoid becoming a pariah or even being institutionalized, Pepper must keep her feelings to herself.

Thief of Dreams

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 I aim to

 Lose sight of you but

 I let my

 Guard down when

 The night falls and you sneak in

 Breathe you in like air

 Thief of dreams

 With love from 

Pepper to Gerry

and 

Cie to Gem

Notes:

This Shadorma has one additional three-syllable line tacked on

Pepper and Gerry are the major protagonists in Team Netherworld's WIP, Fetch.

Word Salad:

Aim

Air

Dream

Guard 

Lose

Night

Sneak

Prompts Used:

Dark Helvete 

Ronovan Writes

The Secret Keeper

Fetch: Starting Fires in the Atmosphere

Copyright Patrick Jennings

Light years from here we're gonna burn up in the atmosphere 

It's not my line, but I wish I'd thought of it

 Copyright Jennifer Nichole Wells

Until the time when we can finally be together

To get started, start a fire, which is another line I wish I'd penned

Copyright Ramon Garcia

As I stand upon the qiao above the lonely river

My tears will drop into waters as bluetiful as your eyes

For Gerry from Pepper

and Gem from Cie

Prompts Used:

Color Your World

The Daily Post

Pic and a Word Challenge

Six Sentence Stories

Victorious Vocabulary 

Stolen Lines from:

Aqualung by Morcheeba

Get Started, Start a Fire by Graham Parker

OctPoWriMo 2017: Day 24: Want to Love

 At the Beginning of the End

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Want to Love:

A Poem for Gerry by Pepper

Want to love

Want you now

Now or never

Now is the time

Time for us

Time for love

Love is pain

Love is fear

Fear of abandonment

Fear of betrayal

Betrayal of trust

Betrayal of hope

Hope you won't hurt me

Hope I won't hurt you

You are the one

You could be the last

Last always and forever

Last chance I'll take

Take me away

Take me along

Along for the ride

Along by your side

Side with me now

Side of the road

Road leading to nowhere

Road leading home

Home in your arms

Home in your heart

Heart made of glass

Heart hardened by hurt

Hurt again and again

Hurt too badly to heal

Heal my broken heart

Heal my angry soul

Soul call from you

Soul weary and sad

Sad is the song

Sad is this life

Life all gone wrong

Life at an end

End of the road

End of the world

World is in shreds

World in trouble

Trouble within

Trouble without

Without love

Without you

Love

You

by

Pepper Baiij

for

Gerry Clifford

And by Cie for Gem

Fetch is an original WIP novel by Team Netherworld

Shining Star

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