I just posted my 250th chapter of a Tale of Ever After, my InuYasha fanfic continuation story. 250 chapters, 17 days of story time. I consider it a soap opera, not a novel, and it has quite a cast of characters.
CostsAs the world swelters,Costs by knittingknots
its seas growing empty,
its forests blighted,
wracked by storms,
and as the golden waves of grain falter,
dwindling with pests and superweeds,
and blight and rust
and the loss of good soil,
and, having drained our aquifers,
and the wells run dry
and we gasp for water under that hot sun,
they still will say,
as they dig the last shreds of coal up,
and squeeze out the last drops of oil,
"We can't change anything.
It'll cost too many jobs."
Political DiscourseDebate, debatePolitical Discourse by knittingknots
as the words inflate
with ponderous weight
the rhythms conjugate
a spew of words.
the pressure rising
One day it’s going to blow.
The New BarbariansThe new barbariansThe New Barbarians by knittingknots
sitting in their hedge fund offices
instead of longboats
wearing the latest armor
of designer clothes
shirts worth more
than a week's pay
of the person
who sells them
that cup of coffee,
talking power politics
instead of wielding swords
burning down the world
not with torches
but with lobbyists
to bubble up the hate
count the riches
Who will they plunder next
when they have raped and reived
the entire globe?
GoneTears,Gone by knittingknots
tears for what the bloody stains
on the sidewalk mean,
for the empty space
at the family circle
for the words that will not be spoken
for the future snuffed out,
for all the tomorrows
that will never be,
lost in a cloud
of hope shattered
in one loud
And all the well wishes
all the retribution,
all the pundits
all the anger
will never return
one word spoken
You can wash away the stains
but never, never, never
PlacationPlacationPlacation by knittingknots
the day set aside to remember
all the lives
chewed up and spit out
by the power elites
who wrap themselves in the flag,
who wrap themselves in our grief,
who use high language
to sweeten the fact
that they are using our youth
as a tool to advance their agendas,
to enrich themselves,
to hold on to power,
Ah, the talk of sacrifice and nobility,
it is the ancient way to pacify the questions
and justify the loss,
and placate the ghosts.
While screwing the survivors.
In MemorandumTell me againIn Memorandum by knittingknots
what these wars were for,
what the battle smoke
and corpses in the field,
what the sound of jets flying in the air,
was supposed to buy us,
what the injured survivors
the lives we tangled up
in our shock and awe,
the shattered look
on the faces of everybody
who was touched
was supposed to accomplish,
we scream for more.
The Housewife's ConundrumBottles on the table, toys are on the floor.The Housewife's Conundrum by Nightshade03
Dishes in the sink; just pile on some more.
Laundry on the bed, dust is everywhere.
Dog food on the couch and rug covered in hair.
This box goes to the basement, these socks go in the drawer.
Still a missing pane on glass on our front porch door.
Haven't mopped the kitchen in almost seven weeks.
Should take a look at the tub cause I'm pretty sure it leaks.
I'll make you dinner soon, but I need to wash a pan.
Just be sure that before you recycle it you need to rinse the can.
I'll go pay some bills, then get ready for church.
Can't seem to find my car keys and so begins the search.
I look around my kitchen, and my heart fills up with sorrow.
I'm way too tired for this today; I'll deal with it tomorrow.