Human Colors

Human Colors

Face gone pale

Skin runs cold

I sing a young tale

From lips feeling old

Of a recent reflection

On my time here

My life as a projection

And all I've learned

As my body shakes

And my mind unsheathes

Worlds collide

And images breathe

All before an atmosphere of blue

People have gone too fast

Approach too slow

Nothing ever lasts

Long enough to grow

Time would freeze

For a camera lens

But not for the passing

Of a long-lived friend

Cold and alone

Eyes turning blue

I'm beginning to zone

As the world changes hues

At the end of moments

Is this all there is?

I don't think anyone knows

Because no one ever says

Questions I could never heed

Fear and anticipation collides

And begin to breed

All before an atmosphere of blue

People start to pass

Blind and deaf

To what hurt the world has done in the past

And even to my own death

We began eating the fruits of knowledge

Only to find they've been rotten

Leaving us standing on the edge

Ourselves forgotten

Our minds turn blue

And someone beginning to fade

Sees the world

From somewhere far, far away

The details are small

And reality becomes irrelevant

We might at one time feel tall

But eventually we're all spent

The assembly line whirrs

And we slowly sort through life

The hands of time turn

All before an atmosphere of blue

Face gone pale

Skin runs cold

Sinking into dirt so blue

I sing the oldest tale ever told

Of how Gods have forgotten

And in the crowds we fade

Of dying fields of cotton

And our very last day

How hatred entangles

And our loved-ones have angles

How we take our first step

And it'll be the last one we ever take

We stop for a night's rest

Then our journeys we forsake

As blood ceases to flow

And images halt motion

No one ever knows

Or at least there is no emotion

The planet keeps spinning

And things never better

Our spirits are thinning

Before an atmosphere of blue

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Deep, I know. The inspiration for this poem is assorted observations and songs, it's just something I ended up throwing together without thinking about it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'd really like to hear what you think about it, even if it is just a senseless flame, I'd still like to know.

Momento Amor~
Hiroko Hana

The Batlle At Xióng àn

The Battle at Xióng àn

This grand tale takes place in a time before time and a world before worlds, during the great war of Pandmonia, when black and white bears alike were pitted against each other in an unending battle. The largest battle of all took place on the dry beaches of Xióng àn. Before the war, the beaches of Xióng àn were a beautiful place, the sand was pure white and shimmered in the daylight, the water crashed gently upon the nearby Cliffside and was always warm (being so far south and all). But as soon as the war began to rage, the pleasantness of the beaches was shattered.

The battle had begun on a Wednesday morning around brunch-time, while General Dōngtiān of the Marshal Pandas was in the loo. All of the other Marshal Pandas were enjoying their morning tea, lounging in their suits and lawn chairs and sipping casually at the warm and flowery liquids, discussing the weather as the wind whipped around soundlessly. But unbeknownst to the Marshal Pandas who sit so relaxed in the sun, the Rebel Pandas were surrounding the perimeter of their camp, high up in the cliffs or hidden in the foliage of the woods, some even snorkeling along the shore.

The Rebel Pandas waited in complete silence as they watched the Marshal Pandas bask in their luxuries of soap and noodle soup. General Xiàtiān of the Rebel Pandas had watched and waited for the Marshal General to flee to the port-o-potty after eating his spicy chǎomiàn. Poor General Dōngtiān had a severely weak colon which was exactly why one of the Rebel spies had sabotaged his noodles.

As soon as the blue door to the port-a-john had sealed, General Xiàtiān sent out the signal and released a Yellow-billed Loon into the sky. None of the Marshal Pandas paid the water-bird any mind as it flew over the beach, not realizing that the bird wasn’t actually indigenous to this area of Pandmonia. As soon as the bird vanished there was a mere second of silence before Rebel Pandas parachuted down from above, their sleek swords drawn. As they touched down, the other troops burst from the woods on either side of the beach, the snorkeling Rebels saw the chaos and leaped from the salty waters.

The Marshal Pandas had been blindsided, completely unprepared for the oncoming fight. As the Rebels attacked the Marshal Pandas fled to their tents, grabbing their weapons but having no time suit up into their armor. Panda against panda, bear against bear, black and white against black and white. The battle had quickly become messy for the Marshal Pandas, and General Dōngtiān didn’t even know it was happening! He was still straining in his port-o-potty.

Blood and soda alike had been spilled upon the shores of Xióng àn, Marshal Pandas soiling their black socks as Kung Fu and swords flashed before them. It was a sign—a good omen—to the Rebel Pandas! And as General Dōngtiān’s port-o-potty was tipped to the ground with a disgusted scream and a sickening slosh, the Rebel Pandas new the victory was theirs, their sad and solemn expressions turning with delight. Although that day many lives were lost and the scenery of Xióng àn was marred, a grand victory took place and history had been written. That was the battle at Xióng àn. 

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Hello~! It has been quite a long time since I've posted anything on ISC so I thought this was a necessary course of action. This tale of life and death, love and hate, trust and deception is actually a short story I was required to write as homework  for my therapist. I'm very pleased with the results and hope that there is at least one moral in here...

Chinese - English Translations

Xióng àn: Bear Shore

Dōngtiān: Winter

Xiàtiān: Summer

Momento Amor~

Hiroko Hana

Notes to Self

1. Avoid circus clowns, they have dieases
2. Mimes are okay, they can't spread their infirmities
3. Remember to bury corpse tonight
4. Delete last note for legal purposes
5. Find Waldo
6. Bring shotgun
7. Remember to skip, instead of walk to keep crazy levels up
8. Switch mom's coffee to decaf
9. Switch to Espresso when caffeine addiction fades
10. Avoid the strangers in white coats, they are not your friends
11. Disregard last note, they inject you with magical stuff
12. Scream and run around whitecoats so they'll give you magical stuff
13. Get lost at Ikea
14. Go pool-noodle-jousting at Walmart
15. Remember to TP neighbors house while their out on the weekend
16. Get TP in trees especially
17. Disregard last two notes, the other neighbors beat you to it
18. Kill other neighbors
19. Delete last note for legal purposes
20. Looking through people's stuff is a bonding experience
21. Tell people if they see shadows at night not to worry, it's only you. Bonding
22. Putting a cat int he dryer after a bath could kill it
23. It is looked down upon
24. Do it a lot
25. Remember to tell those PETA freaks that skinned alive baby seals are adorable
26. Tergiverstate with the rainbow Panda that taunts you at night
27. Look up "Tergiverstate"
28. Ignore the zebra in the room, no matter how much is watches you
29. Ignore last note
30. Shoot zebra
31. Don't let the PETA freaks read last ntoe
32. Flailing and screaming in a public place gets you funny looks
33. Do this a lot
34. Absorb the funny looks... they are your only source of love...
35. Disregard last note
36. Remember, if you ever feel alone, you can always talk to a ninja
37. Give Ninja a name
38. Everyone is a spy until proven otherwise
39. Torture spies, until proven otherwise
40. Sincerely apologies to the non-spies
41. Avoid lawsuits and/or arrest
42. Tell Alter Ego to stop telling bedtime stories to the children
43. Sincerely apologies to the children
44. The Ninja's name is Itachi
45. Stalker turns out to be Werewolf
46. Werewolf stalker is named Kevin
47. Invite all stalkers over for tea party
48. Avoid their loving stares
49. Disregard last not
50. Encourage stalkers
51. Everyone is unworthy until proven otherwise
52. Kill those who are unworthy but think they're worthy
53. Delete last note for legal purposes
54. Don't believe what the wrapper says, flammable and inflammable are the same thing
55. Always introduce yourself as roleplaying character in public
56. When unworthy are proven worthy reveal identity
57. Remember to make scene about it
58. Refuse to die alone, take many humans and nonhumans with you
59. Re-note note #57, make scene as much as possible
60. Confuse Giraffe with many oxymoron
61. Giraffes don't understand oxymoron
62. Or humor
63. The spies are watching you
64. Kick all spies into oubliette
65. Scream "THIS IS SPARTA" whilst doing the act
66. Tell alter ego she is an otiose
67. throw lite fireworks into public area
68. Note reactions
69. YAY! My favorite number!
70. Tell boss you suffer from Ergasiophobia (Fear of, or aversion to, work)
71. Everyone is an ignoramus until proven otherwise
72. When they ask what that is, scream "IGNORAMUS!"
73. Call that emotionally challenged guy a "Younker"
74. Note reaction, things may get violent, he may not know proper meaning
75. Yirn when asked to hold a baby
76. Blood of non-baptized babies gives unholy powers
77. Test this repeatedly if need be
78. Tell any rude people their heads are napiform
      Here's a list of other possible insults

• Natterjack
• Miasma
• Megapod
• They smell like defenestration
• Popinjay
• Lusas Naturae
• Limaceous
• Hicrane

79. Stop giving readers your wisdom
80. Tell sister she's a Hamadryad when she leaves the bathroom all dressed up and pretty
81. Note reaction, probably happy
82. Snicker to yourself afterwards
83. Remind therapist of Kevin the stalking Werewolf
84. Note reaction
85. Spend a night with a stranger you know in a creepy caravanserai
86. How to have a good time at church

• Go to church
• Pretend you've become possessed by demon
• Thrash
• Scream
• Flail
• Make scene
• Bite people
• Run around
• Have a wizard (reverend, minister, pasture, whatever) exorcize demon
• Make it last as long as possible

87. Sing loudly and randomly in public
88. Speak to inanimate object in public
89. Avoid sunlight
90. Always keep wooden stake with you, Edward Cullen is everywhere
91. God is always watching. God is a pervert
92. So is Santa
93. And your goldfish
94. Stage a vomit at the mall
95. Note sympathy pukers
96. Laugh maniacally whenever humanly (or inhumanly) possible
97. Remember to tell your victims "You can't spell slaughter without laughter"
98. Laugh while doing this, if you don't, the effect is ruined
99. Hex the neighbors at night
100. Don't tell Lynch Mob

Dreamland

Dreamland

I lay in a bed of wildflowers

A blanket of snow covers me

My colorful sky changes by the hour

And the golden sun warms me

The tall mushrooms shade my figure

And the morning dew kisses my skin

The air smells so pure

And I can feel the euphoria within

The red stream flows by

And the gentle breeze guides the blue spores

This world is mine

Who could ask for more?

Stars twinkle behind the clouds

Whole galaxies are in my view

There was no mist to shroud

Nothing was askew

Waterfalls rained down from the sky

Their crystal waters reshape

This world is mine

I need no escape

Silver leaves float in my sight

Their pink designs so intricate

The winds give them flight

To beauty they commit

The trees that tower

So mighty and twisting

Mixing with the water shower

To be beneath you I’m wishing

The green oceans that endlessly undulate

And mingle with the shore

Such beauty it creates

And still there is so much more

This world so wonderful

And ever so grand

It is quite delightful

This is my dreamland

Goodnight

Goodnight

I’m staring down the barrel of a loaded knife

I’m kissing day goodnight

I’m throwing my peace sign in the air

And letting my air raid siren blare

I’m leaving loose ends

And fraying ties

I’ll no longer pretend

I’m confessing my lies

I’m taking on life with a wicked grin

I’m not being suppressed again

I’m going to be living risky

I’m not going to be lost

Won’t be shootin’ back whiskey

I’m going to be my own boss

My claxon is going off

And my warning lights are flashing

Like life before my eyes

While you come down crashing

I laugh in the face of danger

And just a little bit at your failure

Because at the end you curl up and cry

And kiss your life goodbye

And even if I’m staring down the barrel of a loaded knife

I’m only kissing day goodnight

My Mind's Eye

My Mind’s Eye

Listen…

To the music

Within...

Can you hear it?

It echoes

Inside my mind

Just listen…

Don’t you realize

All these melodies

Of all the lies?

They whisper to us all

Speaking nothing to me…

Asking things of us

This wicked darkness…

Dwelling in my head

This twisted music

Filling me with dread

Coaxing my tears

Bringing upon our fears

It’s chaining me down…

Stealing me a worthy crown

This symphony so sick

We’re drawn to it

Never knowing

Never ending

The music corrupts us

Penetrating our souls

Swimming through our blood

Blowing our minds

The melodies carry us

Like boats in a flood

Like age through time

The music knows who you are

The music can see who you were

Circling down

We turn into clowns

Servants to the music

It’s twisting my mind

Mutilating my heart

It’s grinding me smooth and fine

But it makes me a ragged diamond from the start

It hurts, boiling in my soul

But I refuse to pay the Ferryman’s toll

It poisons my heart

Changing it to some warped art

This symphony

Of everlasting…

Sickening…

Threads

It’s killing us

So many of you are dead…

We’ve fallen victim to the music

We’re losing our heads

My eyes are closed

I can’t open them

In fear of change

My heart is black

I won’t fade back

My soul is dead

The music won’t return my head

My mind is disfigured

There is no cure

For my shaded mind

There is no saving me

From all these lies

From all my cut ties

We’ve all become lost

Within my Mind’s Eye

Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

1. Keep in mind, they will rise!

One should always be prepared for a Zombie Apocalypse, you never know, it may happen, it may not. A truly prepared person would have spent their life preparing a bomb shelter, loading up on MREs, water, proper clothes, gadgets, ammo, weapons, the simple necessities of life. But we’re not all Apocalypse Nerds, so I’ll just tell you—as a “normal” person—what you should do.

First off, when the Apocalypse strikes you have to grab any tools such as hammers, chainsaws, hacksaws, screwdrivers. Etc. Etc. After you’ve collected tools that could be handled as weapons try collecting some sports equipment! Such as baseball bats, golf clubs, elbow pads and knee pads, a helmet perhaps (nothing too heavy now!), and so on and so forth.

Now that you have something to fight with lock all doors and windows and board up the house. Make sure you’ve planned an escape in case the Zombies get in!

Now, hunker down and stay quiet, ration your food! But remember: you can’t stay in one place forever.

2. If they don’t feel fear, then why should you?

Zombies are a void of emotions, but a Human is stocked to the brim with it! Humans let their fears get ahead of them and that’s how you become infected and apart of the problem. So swallow you fears and FIGHT FOR THE SURVIVAL OF MANKIND!

3. Use your head: Remove theirs.

There are many ways to stop a Zombie but the most effective way is to remove their head. If something’s brain cannot have control they can’t do anything. You can remove arms and leg but now you have an undead lump of hungry that can’t go anywhere. Just kill it! Remove its head!

4. Blades don’t need ammo.

While guns are effective and have lots of firepower, mowing everything down… things like swords and dagger and such have no need for reloading and don’t run out of ammo, and since the best way to kill a Zombie is by removing their heads I recommend you use a blade instead of a gun. But always keep some firepower on hand, just in case.

5. Ideal protection:  Tight clothes, short hair.

That’s right! The days of fashion and trend are OVER! It’s time to shed you layers into tight clothes (none baggy bottoms, tight tops, avoid normal sneakers, shoelaces on those come undone to easily, combat boots preferred), and hack that hair off! You can’t give Zombies something to hang on to! If they can grab it it’s too long!

6. Get up stairs, destroy the stairs.

A good way to take a safe break is to climb stairs, destroying them on your way up, so minor grenades and tools should be on hand. Once the stairway is gone (or at least totaled in a way to make it difficult for them) you can sit back. Getting back down is up to you.

Other safe places would be a military base, a mall, or even a hotel. Basements are a NO-NO! That’s how you get cornered and killed, or infected, and that’s just stupid. NO BASEMENTS! Attics are okay, just as long as Zombies don’t have easy access.

7. Get out of that car, get on that bike.

Vehicles are great for large groups of survivors—especially if it involves children, you’d want to keep them safe—but when you have a small amount of people go for the Motorcycles, they’re fast and you can easily attack with guns and/or  blades. So, Big Groups=Large Vehicles. Few People=Motorbikes.

8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, and keep alert!

Stealth is most important. Imagine yourself as a Ninja or an epic Assassin, because  smashing and bashing Warriors rarely survive, you need to be quick, quiet, cautious, and precautionary!

9. Nowhere is safe, just safer.

Largely populated areas are hit the hardest in Zombie Apocalypses. So many people just crammed together—there will be a lot of infected.  In times like these, your best choice is to get as far away from cities and greatly inhabited places as possible. Go to the country, to small towns with roads that lead to nowhere, these places are most likely safer and the Zombie virus might not have yet spread there. And, in the country there are our beloved rednecks. Which means there’s weaponry and ammo, even axes.

And there you have it!!!! This is your simple guide to survival. You must train yourself to be strong and to fight. Swing an axe at a tree—I don’t care, just be prepared, because Z-Day will come, and very few will survive.

LOVES!

Momento Amor

~Hiroko Hana