Perfect Man: Annotated

A face filled with confidence
But not condescension(1)
Strong features
Not a pretty boy
Existing solely for aesthetics(2)
But a man
Knowledgable, solid
Passionate, wry(3)

I am not a damsel-in-distress(4)
And have no need for the
Golden-haired knight with
Cupid's lips and fair blue eyes(5)
I want the youthful king(6)
Ambitious, just, wise, and cunning
Who laughs often and notices ironies(7)

A man,
Rather than a masterful painting,(8)
To stand with,
Rather than behind. (9)

(1) I want to be with a guy who knows who he is and who is confident in himself and his knowledge, but who is not arrogant and who does not look down on others. Nor do I want someone who is patronizing.

(2) Looks-wise, I do not care so much. I will admit that I have preferences, but they aren't the most important. If looks becomes a major reason to not be with a guy, I usually have another reason that I cannot articulate or that I choose to not share.

(3) Important qualities. Very much so.

(4) While I do like to be taken care of sometimes, I can take care of myself and I can stand alone if I need to. Also, I do not want to be the doll of a fairy tale.

(5) I do not want the typical prince charming.

(6) Youthful as in someone who can have fun, who is not staid, etc. King because I want someone who is the master of his own domain, who understands and can handle responsibility, who knows how to balance his own needs with and against the needs of others.

(7) Again, very important qualities. I want someone who has a good idea of what he wants from life and who knows how to get it. Someone who isn't just smart, but who knows what to do with his intelligence and who is just and fair. I also want him to have a sense of humor. Not mentioned, but I want someone with tact, who knows when to talk and when to keep silent. Who can catch on quickly and play along. I do not want brash or loud.

(8) I want a person. That means I want faults as well.

(9) I want someone who appreciates my strengths and understands my weaknesses and lets me stand with him, rather than who puts me aside. Cross-apply note 4. I want someone who wants me, but does not need me to always be there or that needs me to need him. I want someone who is his own person and wants me there to complement him (and for him to complement me), but not to complete him (or me).

I know I keep posting this poem of mine over and over again. However, each time I read I realize, yes, that is still what I want.

Laura's Roommate
This is still in idea form and needs to be reworked considerably, by that I mean this entire thing needs to be scrapped, just the idea maintained. This is just to remind me of what I need to remember. I really like the idea and the image of (Mephistopho)Lee(s) shivering because no where is as warm as home. Builds off of Goblin Market and Faust.

When I walk into the apartment, I immediately begin to sweat. Lee has turned up the heat again. He glares at me from under a pile of blankets on the couch and growls when I step toward the thermostat.

"We can't leave it up this high; it'll cost a fortune."

"I'll get a fortune," he counters. "What movies did you get?"

"Ever After and Dogma."

"I asked for good movies."

"Then you should have come."

"Too cold." I roll my eyes and turn the dvd player on.

"Could you get some bread tomorrow? We're almost out."

"Can't. I have an appointment."

"Another one? What makes you think this one will sign?"

"She's old and vain; wants her youth and beauty back. She'll be easy."

"That's what you said last time and you've still haven't signed anyone in over a year."

"If you want me to leave, you just join up yourself."

"So I can end up like my sister? No thank you, besides, it costs too much."

"You are too stubborn, Laura."

"And too clever for you." I give him a cheeky smile as the title screen appears on the television. He just mutters under his breath.

I remember when I first met Lee. My sister had gotten caught up with him while away at school and was listless when she returned home. She kept strange hours and grew skeletally thin. She talked of Lee constantly and begged me to find him for her. I did. I tracked him down back to her campus, to a far too hot apartment. He wore several coats and shivered constantly. He said he'd leave my sister alone if she paid the rest of her fee for his services. He couldn't leave until she paid. I offered to pay for her and that's when I learned just what my sister had gotten herself into. Lizzy never was very bright.

I offered to help him. I would stay with him and help him as he found someone else to give him their soul. He demanded mine, but I refused.

He still tempts. I'll go to the Bursar and find my tuition paid or, suddenly, the man of my dreams will knock on our door, requesting to use our phone or bathroom or a cup of sugar. I always resist, always pay him back for the tuition and always politely tell the man I have no phone and no bathroom and no sugar at all as I shut the door in front of him. If I give in, just once, Lee will demand that I pay.

It is not easy being a demon's roommate.

Come Magic!
I demand you come!
I demand and I implore you,
Come Magic, Come!
By the rush of the wind and the glory of rain
By their power, I demand
By the eternal earth and the bonds of land
I demand you come to me
Magic! By the passage of the sun and the moon
By the authority of the waves
By the fury of the flame
I demand you to come to me
Magic!
Hear me and heed me well
By the judgement of the stones
By the power of willing blood
I have power over you
I have forged a bond over you
And I implore you
Come!

In Southern Angaita
This is not a story. It is an outline of a possible story. The dialogue is rushed as I just wanted to figure out what points are important for possible inclusion. So don't read this for the story, but for the idea. Angaita is one of the three continents from the world I designed my sophomore year of high school. The cemetary was a feature then as well. This story may run alongside and intersect with the story I envisioned back in high school. A war is going on between Diktory and Angaita and Reficul, the evil one, has imbued a young, vengeful girl with hatred and power. In order to excise this evil, the star must unite and solve the riddle. However, getting rid of the sorceress will not end the war, only equal the sides a bit more. The star gets all the glory from this time period, but there were others who worked to end the war and help the star. This story may be about a few of those others. Or not. Like I said, I have yet to get a plot. I just have an idea.

In the southern portion of Angaita there is a cemetary in which if one would sleep, the spectre of either the great hero XX or mage YY may come and bless one with his mark. The marked ones are required by destiny to be great heroes or magic users no matter what and are granted the skills they need to accomplish their destiny.

The town surrounding this cemetary has the custom of placing young children overnight among the graves to see if the child will be blessed. If a child is blessed, then he or she is lauded and given to another hero or mage to raise and guide. A few parents find this custom barbaric, however, and refrain. Alma Westaff, mother of Tal, Winnie, and Evan Westaff is one such parent.

Unfortunately, her children, specifically Tal, still desired to learn if they may be destined. For this reason, when he was 13, Tal stole away for a night to see if either spectre may come to him. None did. Only an old man.

"I hope you brought a blanket with you. It's going to be cold tonight."

Tal shook his head. "I don't need any blankets. I'm fine." The old man ambled over the stones and blew on his hands.

"Waiting for your destiny, I take it?"

"Yes, sir." Tal gritted his teeth.

"You really think this is how to do it? Think some mark will make you a hero?"

"The mark shows that you've been blessed with heroic attributes, so yes, I think it will."

"Right. But plenty of people do heroic things without ever getting marked. What about them?"

"One deed doesn't make you a hero. You have to do seven. And people come to you about deeds if you're marked. No one else can do what a hero does. Normal people can only ever do one or two heroic deeds."

"Ah, I see. And if some unmarked man were to somehow complete seven heroic deeds?"

"Doesn't matter. If he isn't marked no one will see him as a hero. Just an accident."

"So heroism depends on others recognizing your heroism."

"What's the point otherwise? Now can you please leave me alone? The spectres only come if the person is alone."

"Oh, of course, of course. Good luck, young man."

"Thanks."

The next morning Tal returned home disheartened, but somewhat content because now, at least, he knew. He helped his mother and father with the theatre and honed his skills behind the stage.

When he was 16, a two year old child was left in the cemetary overnight and marked. The town rejoiced in a festival as the mother alternated between joy and tears. A year later, the town was attacked by a force of pill-enhanced.

"We need a hero!" Erik, the miller, yelled out.

"We have a hero!" Mila ripped the sleeping three year old Ben from his mother's arms and held him up.

"But he's a child!"

"And a hero," Mila countered. "The spectres have blessed, the guardians will protect him and in doing so, protect us."

Arguments ensued and Tal watched on, horrified. In the end, the decision to leave Ben in the town as everyone else escaped was made.

"Are you crazy?" Tal yelled as he stood up. "He's still a baby; he can't do anything!"

"What other choice do we have?"

"We could fight back ourselves," Tal suggested.

"Only a hero could win this fight."

Tal growled and left the hall. The glow of the advanving pill enhanced was brighter than ever. This was madness.

That night Ben was left alone in the town and all others ran. Tal's mother tried to rescue the boy, but she was restrained. Her husband was held back as well. Tal couldn't sleep and as the sun began to lighten, he made his decision. He snuck away from the camps and snuck down to the town. Ben was crying. Tal scooped up the boy and ran.

He tried hard to find a hero to raise Ben, but there were none who did not already have charges. He made money doing little plays in towns and working in the local theatres. Ben was raised behind the curtains.

Basically, Tal leaves the town with Ben and tries to find someone to raise the kid. However, there isn't anyone marked who is free to do so. So Tal finds himself stuck with the kid and definitely questioning his decision to take him. To make money, he works at theatres, using the skills he learned from his parents. As he grows up Ben comes to love the stage and wants to become an actor. Tal often points out that he cannot because he is a hero. When townspeople discover that Ben is marked, they'll often come to him with problems. Tal helps him make decisions and will often do the tasks for Ben. Ben gets the recognition though and overtime Tal realizes that he's done what he once thought was impossible for an unmarked person-- seven heroic deeds. As per the legend, heroes can find and unintentionally bind companions to them. Ben binds one person, a girl (but not anyone's LI) who asks Tal why he stays when he doesn't have to. Tal does so because Ben needs him, because etc. The girl sees that Tal is what she'd always thought of as a hero while Ben is just silly. Ben tries to avoid heroism, but it always finds him and one day he decides that he cannot make Tal do everything for him and attempts to actually be heroic. He bungles a bit, but enjoys what he does. The three may even take their band into Diktory under the disguise of a traveling stage in order to do some spying. While Tal risks his life spying, Ben may meet the star and find his own way of living up to the mark he received as a baby.

Something like that. Maybe. I have no idea.

Welcome to Carrington
donwanna do my hw

Carrington is the largest city and capitol of Runev. The city is most notable for its beautiful courthouse, which was the last building designed by the famous architect, Niama Poxwite. The interior of the courthouse features a large mural by Gene Keating. The Bazaar is another major attraction of Carrington. The Bazaar spans several blocks of the city and has anything a person could ever wish to find-- providing that person goes to the right stall. The Bazaar runs for three days at the start of each week. The University is the third greatest location in Carrington and is the home of many prominent scholars. Carrington is a growing metropolis and allows for great mobility between classes. However, the city's peace is only secured through a very complex system of factions.

-Factions-

Shifters- Collection of people who have either learned to or have the natural ability to shift into the shape of one animal. These people are as feral as their animal forms and ruthless.

Witches- These people are very rare and solitary. However, the power they wield is great (making up for their physical weakness). They have power over the mind and can shape small portions of concrete (read: physical) reality.

The Family- A group of assasins led and trained by the infamous and legendary Noreen.

The Cops- Not affiliated with the government, these vigilantes are only out for their own gain and seek to right whatever 'wrongs' they perceive.

The Irregulars- A group of child-theives and spies.

Miasma- Loosely connected group of powerful individuals. Who are they? What are their goals? No one knows.

Sect- A religious gang. These people are weird and insanely secretative. Be wary around them at all times.

Unis- All college students, excepting those involved in some other faction.

day near done

After the long hours scurrying
Across campus and in and
Out of rooms and buildings
The day is ending
Soon I'll have work
Then a long night of cleaning
And packing and stowing away
And then, the day will be done
And I will sleep
For a couple hours, at least.


Gya, I put this above in the wrong place and did not notice. That is tres embarrasing. This blog is to be read, but it is also a storehouse for myself. I have absolutely no delusions that my works are at all good or entertaining. They are simply mine. Those who wish to read them, may. I did not, did not, did not mean to place the above on a more public blog. I wish I had noticed sooner.

Do As You Wish
This poem was written my Freshmen year of highschool for a 'Dream Out Loud' themed contest. I, unsurprisingly, did not win.

Life is for the taking
Come--- let us seize the day
Let's force our dream to growing
Never mind those whose break

Do as you wish
Take as you please
Force your secret vision
Into reality

The future is for takers
The givers won't excel
Just shove your own idea though
Never mind those trampled

Do as you wish
Take as you please
They're too weak to force ambtion
Into reality

Dream Big and Dream Great
Dream your dream out loud
Grab all the things that you desire
Never mind those burned by your fire

Do as you wish
Take as you please
Make a future from others pain
This is reality.

Now, you can see that my rhyme scheme slipped up quite a bit and I do not like the refrain. If I were to jus fix a few lines, keeping the same poem, my edit would be this

Life is for the taking
Come, let us seize the day
Let's push our dream to growing
Never mind those whose break

Do as you wish
Take as you please
Force your secret vision
Into reality

The future is for takers
The givers won't excel
Just shove your own idea upward
Never mind those trampled

Do as you wish
Take as you please
They're too weak to make ambitions
Into reality

Dream Big and Dream Great
Dream your dream out loud
Grab all for which you cannot wait
Never mind those you've run down

Do as you wish
Take as you please
Make a future from others pain
This is reality.

I still dislike the poem.