Chapter Seventeen – The Magician of Iglis

I

many a time
I've passed you by
without a second thought.
but now
today
something has changed
and my heart beats not as it ought.

II

holding you
I feel so free
next to you
how I should be
I am whole
we are free
this love completes us
it makes two one
yet before I was one
with you
it was just me
now
it is we.

lying on the floor
staring at the space
below the door
sobbing
praying
wanting to go numb
wishing I could close my eyes
and this day would be done
wanting to sleep
in a dark room
and live in my dreams
or else
float away
to somewhere warm and hazy
somewhere numb
I don't want to feel
anything
anymore
but maybe
the sun will rise tomorrow
the world will be clear and bright
and I will be glad that I am not numb
maybe

he says, 'oh, you went to cracker barrel? they have awesome breakfast there'
and it makes me smile
friendship;
in its quietest form
here,
in this room
with the four windows
making me smile
happy, thankful
for what i have on this
irish sunday
thankful for,
i guess,
life

My adventure in Haiti started on November 13, 2012. We left at 6:30 am. and after we got through security we finally hopped onto the plane. As we flew, I watched Ice Age 4: Continental Drift. After a few more hours, we finally got into Haiti. First, it was really hot and I sweated more than in summer! Anyway, we got our luggage and walked about half a mile till we met Roger’s (my brother-in-law) parents, Paul and Freda Beachy. Mr. Paul drove a pickup truck with a huge cage in the back. Now I didn’t know it but that’s how people mostly ride in Haiti.

Jay circled the campfire, clenching and unclenching his hands behind his back. His brothers stood back, as far from his wrath as they could manage. They feared him, and rightfully so, because his anger seemed somewhat justified to them and his anger could swiftly turn to rage. Looking into the eyes of an enraged Jay was like staring into the eyes of a hungry, caged, and tortured lion who was looking for something to kill.
“The wrong one?” He asked in a silky smooth voice.

Kamber sighed and ran his thick hand through his hair. Rubbing his face as if he had just awoken from a deep slumber, he tucked the letter back into the journal and gently shut the cover on the secrets within. He stroked the cover like a cat before securing it back in his pack and sliding off of Larkin.

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Angry Love

Choleric

Journal,

I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel about myself. When I flip through the pages the entries with all the lies pop out at me. It’s amazing how long it can take to write five sentences full of half-truths. It’s much harder to dress things up than it is to tell it like it is--raw, painful, and ugly.

The rest of our company must have had trouble sleeping also, for everyone was immediately crawling from their tents, weapons in hand. I held my axe at my side, my grip firm and comfortable on the handle, the heavy blade sloping down to point like an accusing finger at the jungle beyond our ridge. Bart came up beside me and for the first time I noticed he did not carry a weapon. Yet he was of the king’s archers. Would he not fight? He didn’t look so much concerned as intense, listening.

“What is it?” I asked in a whisper.

We, the people (referring to dwarves, of course), in order to perfect Middle Earth, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for Middle Earth.
We find these proofs self-evident, that all people are not created equal, as there are five categories: Dwarves, Humans, Hobbits, Wizards, and Elves; and that Elves be the lowest of them all.