New Year!

Happy New Year everybody C:

What are your resolutions? I always break mine, so I don't think I'll even have any this year... xD

Do you believe in the apocalypse? I don't. *shrug* Maybe the Mayans just got lazy after 2012... I mean, seriously... after making that many calendars, wouldn't YOU be tired of making them?

Yes.

Haha anyways... Sorry I've been super inactive lately. Not much writing inspiration.

Maybe that'll be my  New Year's resolution... try to get as close to finishing my novel as I can by the end of the year. C:

~Mason

Oh Hey Guys

So... yeah. Hi! C:

No. That's lame. I actually have something to say today x3

First off, today I am extremely exhausted, and probably won't be functioning like a normal human being all day.

Second (and the actual point of this): I hope to start a food blog sometime soon. Although I have no idea when, since my life is hectic enough as it is, but hey, I enjoy sweet things x3

Working on hats, since I'll be selling them at the local art studio. It's actually somewhat exhausting >u<

Anyway, that's about it right now. Writing and art is going swimmingly as usual, just not necessarily poetry at the moment xP

-Mason

Is It Wrong

When you have your style
your hair
your clothes...
they're all
you're own.
Is it wrong
to want to
be an
individual?
So is it wrong
when you see
your friend
or anyone else
with your same
unique hairstyle?
Should you take
it as a compliment?
It's hard to.
Because when
you want to be
unique,
an individual,
you can't stand
the sight of
someone taking
what was rightfully
yours to begin with.

~~~~
:p kind of random, I guess, but lately I've been hearing a lot of people talking about getting their hair buzzed or getting it cut SUPER SHORT, and being the only female really in my town to do such a thing (although my bangs are long), it's kind of bothersome. I'm trying not to be that person who takes those kinds of things as offense (because, obviously, I'm not the first person in the world to do so), but I tend to like to be an individual and unique person... I don't really like it when people "steal" my style. Which is totally rude, and like I said, I don't want to be that person...

Alone

Hate how
when I'm alone
everything festers
in my brain.
All those words
and actions
turned against me
in my own mind.
It makes me
want to scream
out loud,
release the tension
beyond my skull.
Hate how
when I'm alone,
it's me against
the world.
It's hard to
understand that
there's somebody
out there
who cares
when I'm alone.
~~~~
...

~Mason

Sing Me to Sleep

Sing me,
oh sing me
to sleep.
I want to
escape to
that land
of dreams,
escape this
reality,
this damned
reality.
Let my
eyes close,
allow me
to rest.
Grant me
relief,
relief from
this pain.
It burns in
my chest,
my soul,
my mind.
Sing me,
oh sing me
to sleep.
Allow me
to forever
enter that
land of dreams.
~~~~~
Well! Just a little something I wrote up. C: Gonna try and get this place up and running again x3

~Mason

It's Hard

It's hard.

When that person

makes you smile,

makes you laugh.

But they can also

make you cry

make you hate. 

You want to tell

them that they cause

you so much pain

inside, but you 

also want to say

that they are

a blessing in your 

life.

You hate the feeling

that eats you up from

the inside when they

are with someone else.

You want it to go away;

Envy is an ugly thing

and you don't want it

anywhere near you.

You don't want to cause

them grief, and you

don't want them to know

when you feel that pain

in your chest, 

in your stomach.

You want them to 

be happy, 

and that 

is that. 

How can they

make you smile?

Make you happy?

How can they

make you hurt?

Make you cry?

It's hard sometimes.

New-ish design...?

OMG WHAT I'M POSTING SOMETHING ON HERE?! NO WAY. GAH. OHMYGOSH.

This place has been a freaking graveyard. I have been horribly neglecting this poor place.... *dusts off lovingly*

SO yeah. Gonna revamp it a wee bit. Should be interesting, no? 

We'll see. I haven't done any poetry er anything lately. Perhaps I'll bust somethin out. c:

--MASON

False Security

Sometimes you fall
and you expect a hand
to catch you,
to save you.
But sometimes that
hand isn't there,
and you fall
down, down.
And when you hit
that hard ground,
it hurts more
than usual.
You had a
false sense of
security, and now
you're broken.

~~
Random little blurb. :I

~Mason

Zombie Apocalypse night!

Sooooo I totally just got home from a Zombie Apocalypse Party. Essentially, what we do is dress in all black, divide into two teams (zombies vs humans, duh), wait until it gets to be pitch-black, and then run into the section of forest my friend owns. Zombies hunt down the humans, (or vice versa, but normally the humans run AWAY from the zombies). To make it “authentic”, zombies must walk zombie-like and make zombie sounds.

Trust me. If we did makeup and maybe did some zombie-costuming, it would be as authentic as it gets. 

Guess who was the last human second round? Uh, yes, that would be this fantastic bitch RIGHT HERE. *EPIC FISTPUMP* First round was pretty much a showdown between the zombies and humans xD it was so cool, but it took awhile for the zombies to find me in the second round….

The technique is to wait until you’re positive there are no zombies, and go shadow hopping. Don’t go in the moonlight; that can give away your position. Also: BE QUIET. THAT IS KEY. 

And the zombie technique? Well, you can be super quiet if you want to, i guess, to sneak up on the humans, but… it’s much more fun to freak them out with zombie shrieks. My friend who hosted the party has a scary-as-shit zombie impression xD

So yeah. Overall, I’d say it was a successful Zombie Apocalypse!

Songbird

"Sing for me, little songbird," I whisper. The songbird sings me a little tune, and when she's done, she stares at me with her little black eyes, begging me, "Can I fly free now?" But I can't let her go. Truth be told, I need her. "You're all I have here," I reply, and she blinks her little black eyes at me. Chirp once, twice, and a little melody after. That is her plea. Let me be free. "Sparrow? Sparrow, come down here!" I look up sharply. "Coming, Mother!" I call, and I run down, a smile on my face as I greet my mother and father at the bottom of the stairs. My smile falls as I see the looks upon their faces. "Sparrow, what did we tell you," my mother scolds. I flinch away from her scalding voice. "What did I do," I ask meekly, cowering beneath their glares. "We told you that you were never to see that boy Ethan again! And what did I see when I opened the front door this morning?" Father says in disappointment. "I-I never got around to telling him, b-because you told me not to speak to him--" I begin softly, but I'm silenced with a smack across the face. I hold my cheek, my eyes tearing up from the sting. "Do not be a smart mouth with me, young lady," he scolds, his hand still threatening to hit me again. My mother looks down upon me with disdain. Up in my room, my songbird sings for me. My father glances up the stairs with distaste. "Get to work on your chores, Sparrow." I nod, averting my eyes from his. Before he stalks off, he adds threateningly, "And silence that stupid bird before I do it for you!" Tears spring to my eyes as I whisper, "She's lonely, father... Ever since her mate got away--" His glare shuts me up. I duck my head as I wipe the tears. Once my father's gone, my mother picks me up off the stairs. "Now, now," she says strictly, "none of that. We did warn you to not see that boy again." She wipes the tears from my eyes hastily. "Now go do as your father said. And right after that, your homework, you hear?" I nod,  lifting my chin up and walking down the hallway to the kitchen to clean. Chores go by quickly, and then on to homework. I sit up in my room at my desk, my little songbird singing mournfully to me. "I know, sweet," I murmur to her, but my studies distract me. 

Days go by. I meekly bring up the fact that I had gotten second place in the musical production contest that I entered in during dinner. "Wonderful, Sparrow! I knew you'd do well," my mother praises. The songbird sings upstairs, and I smile. Father sips at his tea and glances at me over his glasses. "I expected you to get first, Sparrow. I know you have the potential. You should try harder," he says. The songbird's melody dies out. I sober up and look at my food, no longer with an appetite. "Father, I tried really hard this time, but the first place winner's composition really was lovely," I assure him. "She deserved the first place title." Father looks at me again. "Sparrow, I already said what I had to say. I expect you to get the blue ribbon next time. Try harder," he says seriously, and then excuses himself from the table. Mother looks at me disapprovingly. "He means well," she assures me, and then leaves to go and speak with him. My songbird lets off a mournful tune upstairs, and I try to keep myself composed as I pick up the dishes. 

Weeks later, I run into Ethan at the market. I avert my eyes as he stands in my way. "Ethan, you know that we could get into trouble--" I say quietly, but he throws his hands in the air. "Who cares? Who is going to tell your parents that we ran into each other?" He takes me by the shoulders and stares me in the eyes. "Sparrow, you can't let them control you like this. It's like you're living in a cage, like that poor bird of yours." I stare up at him, eyes wide. He steps away from me, looking off. "Never mind. I apologize." He hands me a small box with a ribbon wrapped around it. "I meant to give this to you earlier... but..." he trails off, but I know what he means. But you never got the chance after my parents forbid me to see you... I think to myself. I take it tenderly, opening the box to reveal a little golden canary on a dainty silver chain. He watches me for my reaction. I smile gently. "I love it," I say, and grin at him. He smiles in relief, and then brings me close in a hug. "Promise me that, one day, you'll sing for yourself," he whispers in my ear, and then turns away. I stare at him longingly, clutching the beautiful necklace to my chest. 

I smile at my mother as I return home, the necklace hidden beneath my scarf. "Here's all the things you wanted from the market, Mother," I say quietly as I head for the kitchen. "Ah, thank you, Sparrow," she says, following me. "Where's Father?" I ask, unwrapping the scarf around my neck. "Oh, he went out to the market, too, to pick up a few things that I forgot to ask you to get," she replies as she bustles to put the things away. I freeze. "Oh?" I ask, trying to level my voice. Perhaps he didn't see us... And then the front door closes. "Sparrow," my father says, his voice dark. Mother looks at me and then goes to the front hall. "Nathanial? What is it?" she asks. I peek around the corner, eyes wide with fear. "Sparrow. Come here. Now," he says, anger boiling in his voice. I slink up to him, cowering as I look up in fear. "Father, I can explain--" I begin, but he holds up a hand, threatening me. "You and that Ethan boy met up today! Behind our backs!" he snar,s. I wince, backing away. Mother looks at me, eyes wide. "Sparrow! How could you, when we had already warned you multiple times?" she demands. "W-we just ran into e-each other, t-totally by accident!" I stammer, trembling. "Oh, really? Then why did he give you that necklace?" Father yells, and grabs the beautiful canary off my neck, snapping the chain. "No!" I cry out, and snatch it away. My parents stare at me as if I am a murderer. "Sparrow. Elise. You give that back to me right away," my father warns. Ethan's words echo in my head. Promise me that, one day, you'll sing for yourself. I stare up at them, clutching the necklace as if it has the power to protect me. "No," I say stiffly, the word foreign on my tongue. My father's cheeks go red, and he releases the tension behind his hand. It hits my cheek squarely, and my head snaps to the side. "You do not disobey your father!" he yells. Upstairs the songbird sings. "I do what I want now," I say, my eyes watering as my cheek reddens. I turn on my heel, and my father grabs my arm roughly. I shake him off, and stalk upstairs. I lock my door, throwing all of my possessions into a bag. I fling open the birdcage, and my little songbird darted out into the morning sky. "Get back down here right now, young lady!" Father bellows. I do as I'm told, my bag and the canary necklace in hand. I stare at them both, my eyes fierce. 

Without another word, I leave the house, free to sing for myself, and freeing myself from my cage. Overhead, my songbird sings.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I didn't intend that to be so long....

But I wanted to use that caged bird metaphor... I dunno, it was interesting! I don't usually write things like this c:

~Mason

Watercolors

UGGHHHH im trying to work on  my friend's UBER LATE bday present.... And it's going well kind of, it's just that it's hard to get a tan color with those little crayola 6-colors watercolor palettes >___>

also it's hard when you want to do a certain technique that you can either do well on or totally screw it up... and...

well. Let's just say that its somewhere in the middle. It is acceptable, but at the same time... i'd hoped that the watercolors would spread out more *head desk*

oh gosh i hope this turns out okay.... I think she'll like it either way, but... at the same time...

I JUST WANT IT TO BE PERFECT SINCE ITS SO LATE ;______;

We'll see, I guess....

~Mason

The Help (Movie) Review

So, I saw 'The Help' today. :3 It was super good!

Okay, so I haven't read the book yet (shame on me), so I might have a different opinion after I read it and compare it to the movie c:

The movie overall was superb... it was an extremely emotional movie for me. It made me laugh, cry, feel happy, sad, angry, hopeful... Emma Stone in that movie was awesome as well. Plus that the girl who played Mae Mobley was so darn cute!

The story itself is so great... it's good to see the story from the other side's perspective. It's always refreshing to have the other side's point of view...

All the mentions of the Shit Pie made me laugh my butt off! I loved Minny's character, she was so amazing....

Yeah. Kind of a wimpy review, but I'm better at doing book reviews c:

~Mason

Rave Tonight

I can't really dance
but that's perfectly okay
because i'm gonna
have a blast anyway.

Let's throw a party
from dusk til dawn
and even then let's
keep rockin' on.

Try to keep
up with the beat
try to keep
standing on my feet

I'll shout out loud
until my throat is raw
because singin' the loudest
ain't against the law

Bust out more glowsticks
so we can rave tonight
gonna dance til we die
because it totally feels right

Sun is up and everyone
is crashed on the floor
tomorrow we'll do it again
and just dance some more!

~~~
Ya so I totally wanted to do something happy and free-spirited (WHAT?! *GASP* no!) I know, i know... surprising, ain't it?

YEUP well this pretty much describes me xD I ain't good at singing, I ain't good at dancing... and yet i do both just because its fun c:

Hope you liked!

~Mason

Back in Action

Just got home from San Francisco on a mission trip. We helped homeless people... it was pretty awesome :3

SO. I am now back in action with writing, art, my life, etc. etc. etc. Hopefully I can get my creative juices flowing, and I can post some writing on here!

Fair Falling,

Mason

Goodbye

Can't quit those tears
and I cover my mouth
as I try to hold in
my screams

Feel that pain
rip through my chest
as you watch me
in silence

I want to tell you
tell you that everything
will be okay, but
you know that I'm lying

I love you, I whisper
and I run my hands
across your head
over and over.

Don't leave me
but escape this pain
Wait don't leave me!
But escape your pain...

I'm choking up, and
I can't breathe as
you sigh into sleep
forever into sleep

I want to scream again
I want to hold myself
and rock away the sadness
tuck away the heartbreak.

It hurts so much, and
I can't leave your side.
But I must... I must let you go
I must let you be free

My heart clenches and
I gasp for air, I'm
claustrophobic in this large
space around me.

Goodbye, my lovely
Goodbye, sweetheart
Forever you will rest
In peace in my heart.

~~~~
had to put down my dog yesterday. Freaking sucks. She had some cancer that couldn't be helped by any of the normal treatments. When the vet told me, I had to cover my mouth while I screamed. And my dog just looked at me as if she knew it the entire time. She even wagged her tail at the end, right as she was slipping away.

I hurt so bad right now.

Childhood

Disney
Pokemon
Winnie-the-Pooh
Muppets

Childhood.

Harry Potter
Maximum Ride
Twilight
Alice in Wonderland

Teen.

15 years old.
Where did the time go?
I miss those days
of endless joy.

Whatever happened
to arguing over the crayons?
Now we can see
the darkness in the world.

I want to go back...
Back to those days
where innocence
made sense.

Sometimes I want
to retreat back into
my childhood
and see only light.

Why do we
strive to grow old?
And then look back
and regret ever moving so fast?

I suppose it is
a lesson learned
with time,
time and change.

Why can't we
have the innocence of
a child, and the mentality
of an adult?

Disney

Pokemon

Winnie-the-Pooh

Muppets

Childhood.

Harry Potter

Maximum Ride

Twilight

Alice in Wonderland

Childhood.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Randomness xD I just busted this out randomly, because I was thinking about how I was so excited about possibly getting the new Pokemon game (BLACK WOO!) today, and then also how I was bummed that I couldn't find any good My Little Pony Friendship is Magic games online xD Ohhhh I will eternally be a Teen-Child... Yay for that!

~Mason

HARRY POTTER

Oh. My. Gosh. That last Harry Potter movie was FANTASTIC.

I ALMOST didn't get to see it at the midnight premier, but in the end my grandpa came through and we snuck out to see it!!! :D I make us sound like such badasses but really... I was staying the night at my grandparents' house while my dad and stepmom went out on their anneversary...so only my parents didn't know xD

But they'll find out. .____. curious on how THAT one will go.

AHEM. Anyway. The movie overall was great, I cried twice (when Fred died and when Harry saw his parents with the ressurection stone) but that's okay because I cry easily. :) Although, everyone SHOULD cry when Fred died!!! WHAT IS GEORGE GONNA DO WITHOUT FRED?! HUH?!

Thats MY question to the world. :'(

AGAIN ANYWAY. Being in Texas and all I'd hoped for a more animated crowd, but all I got was a bunch of annoying frat boys/douchebags. Awesome. ALTHOUGH. Credits to the row of 5 or 6 hipster/punk people in front of me. I loved them. xD As I said, I expected more animated people in the theater. They laughed a couple times, but people only clapped at the end of the movie (and not too enthusiastically) and then there were a couple of catcalls and claps when Ron's mom killed Beatrice LeStrange.

Oh well! The movie was splendid overall! I loved it!!!!!

~Mason

New Banner

Eh? Eh? Yeah, it's pretty awesome, right? RIIIIIGHT. xD

The picture is one of my watercolors that I did :3 The white one in the picture is Dulcie, and the other one with the huge tail is (me) Jabbershire! :D

Yep! That's 'bout it, just thought I should spice up the ol' blog c:

Mk bai

~Mason

Because I Love You...

Do you not
care that you
could die 
early?
Do you not
care that you
make me
cry?
I’m scared for 
you, and yet
you still
lie. 
I think
that you
are safe…
lies.
You’re killing
yourself with
every breath
you inhale.
And it kills
me inside; more
than you might
think.
You’re not
just committing suicide,
you’re murdering
me. 
Just stop!
Tell me the
truth! Enough
is ENOUGH!
Do I have 
to scream?
Do I have to
yell?
I don’t want
to swear or
be mad at
you. 
I just want 
you to stop…
because I love
you.


~~~
blarg.


~BRG

Loneliness

My mood 

is always up

when you're

around.

You and I...

we have some

fun times.

When you

have to return

home, I

keep my smile

in place. 

Try not 

to cry...

hold it together.

I know I'll

see you soon 

anyways....

but it's hard.

Now I sit

alone in my room.

And I check

and recheck

my Facebook.

Hoping to spot

you there,

to say "hi". 

Because I

can already feel

that loneliness

cascading down

my chest, like

and ice cold

waterfall, ready

to take hold

of all that I 

have, and

send me down

until that single

tear drops...

that single tear

that is just as

alone

as I am.

Jonston the freaking Unicorn

I might just be the biggest loser/idiot/retard ever for cracking up at these mini animations.

But seriously. Jonston the Unicorn. Best. Ever.

Jonston's Harmonica: http://griffsnuff.deviantart.com/#/d2wfdff

Jonston's Adventures Intro: http://griffsnuff.deviantart.com/gallery/26290475#/d2vlmug

Jonston Dance: http://griffsnuff.deviantart.com/gallery/26290475#/d2x9fbj

Yeah. I am definitely an idiot xD

But i can't help myself!

~Mason

Metallic Heartbeat

Hear those gears
churning, watch
the dust fly.
Come awake again
see the light
in those eyes.
Oil the rusty
hinges, start
your engine.
It’s a new day,
and you’re looking
shiny and new.
Test out the
new skin; try
it on for size.
You may be
a lil rusty,
but its okay.
You’ll remember
what your metallic
heartbeat sounds like.

Shattered

I’m reaching out
crying out for help
but you turn away
and i’m left to fall….
Don’t leave me behind,
just please help.
help me back up.
don’t turn away…
I wan’t to know
that you’re just
pushing me away
because you’re afraid.
But as the world
spins around me
i can feel my sobs
deep in my chest.
And i believe what
you said to me.
but i want you back
don’t leave me here…
do you hear me?
DO YOU HEAR ME?!
d-don’t let me fall…
the panic rises
in my chest….
and i’m falling down,
reaching for the ghost
of a hand that won’t
save me from shattering.

____
….

Jabbershire's Midsummer Night's Dream

“What in the world is that?”
“Puck, please don’t go near that thing--”
“Oh, c’mon, Moth, it won’t hurt me.”
Something small landed on Jabbershire’s ear. She flicked it, trying to rid it of the tickling.
“Gah! It moved!”
“I told you, Puck--” the one called Moth said, her voice sighing.
“Oh, cork it.” Puck groaned.
“Well, it’s alive, that’s for sure.” another male voice said with a sigh--of disappointment, perhaps?
“Look at it, Mustardseed! Whaddya think it is?” Puck asked.
“Well, by the looks of it, it seems to be some sort of canine… a wolf, maybe?” the so-called Mustardseed said.
“But look at its tail!” another female voice chided.
“Quite right, Peaseblossom…” Mustardseed said, a curious tone to his voice.
“So what is it?” Puck asked impatiently.
Annoying thing, Jabbershire thought.
“Look at its coloration as well!” the disappointed one noted. “It seems to be a mix between a leopard and a wolf!”
“Cobweb! How absurd!” Moth scoffed.
Jabbershire flicked her ears twice in annoyance.
“Hmph! I’m sure Queen Titania and King Oberon of the Faeries would like to be notified of this at once!” Moth added after a moment.
“Bah! That old wench Titania will just ruin all of the fun!” Puck scoffed. “Besides, I want to figure out what this thing is!”
“Well, it certainly is a curious thing, isn’t it?” Peaseblossom said thoughtfully.
        “Like I stated before! Absurd!” Moth scoffed.
Jabbershire had quite enough of this. She was getting really bothered now. She cracked one eye open and grumbled, “Now how would you feel if I started commenting on you like that, hmm?”
“GAH!” Puck yelped, and dove into her mane. She shook it out and stood up.
“I mean, seriously,” she huffed, glaring at the small people who darted away from her on wings. “You all should--in the least--try to keep your voices down. I was awake, you know.”
“We considered the possibility of you being dead,” Cobweb said with a shrug.
        “Cobweb!” Peaseblossom hissed. “How rude! Don’t say such things!”
“Well, it’s true!” Cobweb replied haughtily.
Jabbershire rolled her eyes. “Couldn’t you at least see me breathing?” she asked exasperatedly. Her small wings unfurled, hovering above her back.
“What in the name of Oberon!” Mustardseed yelped.
“What kind of wings are those?” Moth scoffed. “Puck! Is this of your doing? You know how the King and Queen disapprove of your trouble-making!” The small fiery faerie whirled around to glare at Puck.
“No! Anyways, I would’ve told you if this was of my creation.” Puck said with an indignant sniff.
“Quite right,” Peaseblossom agreed.
“Well, then, what is it?” Cobweb asked.
“I’m still here,” Jabbershire scoffed.
All the faeries turned towards her. The one named Mustardseed flew forward. “Tell us, strange creature, who and what are you?”
“I’m Jabbershire. And I’m a mix of a few different things, as you all chose to agree on,” she said dryly.
“Thought so,” Mustardseed said with a nod of his head. He turned to face his comrades as if to confirm this.
“Why are you here?” Cobweb asked, bravely flying forward into her face. She exhaled sharply against him, causing him to tumble out of the way with a startled yelp.
“Beats me. I just fell asleep and then had the great honor of meeting you things when I woke up,” she replied grumpily. The response from Cobweb as a thorn to the nose. She yelped and rubbed her nose against her paw, digging out the thorn.
“Things, indeed!” Moth huffed, sticking her nose in the air.
“ I could swallow all of you whole, so I’d watch your words.” Jabbershire growled, baring her fangs. The faeries all fell silent then.
“I can’t believe you! Showing no respect for us! Don’t you realized that we could turn you into anything we wish, stupid creature?” Moth shrieked.
“Only if you have the correct potions, I do believe,” Jabbershire reminded her. The sassy faerie fell silent. “That’s what I thought,” the large wolf-leopard said, and leaned down for a nice long stretch.
“Ooh, just imagine how much trouble we could cause with you around!” Puck said, rubbing his hands together.
“Sorry to ruin your dreams, Puck, but I have to get home.”
“Bah! You can get home when the day’s over!”
Jabbershire raised an eyebrow. “Please, faerie-boy. I need to get back to my home.”
“And how are you going to accomplish this, Miss Jabbershire?” Cobweb asked, perching himself atop her spider web wing.
She looked over her shoulder at him, ruffling her wings slightly. “I don’t know. But that’s the first thing on my to-do list today, I can assure you that.”
“Aw, c’mon, Jabby, why don’tcha stick around for awhile? Even Oberon and Titania couldn’t stand up to you! You could just squash em if need be!” Puck cackled with joy.
Jabbershire narrowed her eyes. “First of all: don’t call me Jabby, else you want to be digesting in my stomach. Second of all: I’m not squishing any king or queen around here.”
“See, Puck? She has common sense,” Mustardseed said with a sigh. He sat himself on her back.
Puck fluttered down and stood on her nose. “C’mon, four eyes! What else ya gonna do? Sleep the day away! Ha! I’m sure that’ll getcha home!” He cackled again.
“Puck, stop harassing the creature,” Peaseblossom said with a sigh. She turned to Jabbershire and did a slight bow. “My apologies for the title, but your name quite confuses me.”
Jabbershire shrugged. “I don’t care, I suppose. As for you, Puck, don’t call me four eyes. That is a one-way ticket to getting your guts squeezed out by my paw.”
Puck giggled in a way that made Jabbershire think he was plotting something. “Whatever you say, Miss Jabbershire!”
“We apologize for Puck, Miss Creature, but your threats will mean nothing to him unless you act upon them first and foremost,” Mustardseed said with a sigh.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jabbershire replied dryly.
Jabbershire began wandering about the forest, the faeries flitting about her and riding on her.
“His Highness and Her Magesty are probably wondering where we are right now,” Peaseblossom said with a sigh.
“Hmph! If we get in trouble it is certainly not my fault!” Moth said with another indignant sniff.
“Well, aren’t you just the perfect little sass,” Jabbershire said with a roll of her eyes. In response she got a stinging pain of tufts of hair being pulled. She turned around and snapped her jaws at Moth in irritation, snarling slightly. Moth rolled out of the way and just barely caught herself. “Don’t think that I’ll keep giving you rides if you can’t treat the ride nicely,” she growled, baring her fangs slightly once more before turning back ahead.

___

short story I'm working on :3 So far i'm really liking it!

Fair Falling,

Mason

Busy-body

I've been so busy lately... poetry hasn't been coming to my mind anytime soon, so that's why i've been so inactive. *head desk* I joined softball. That just made my busy schedule even busier. And made me more exhausted.

So... that's why nothing's really been posted here in a while. :( I'll try to post more often, i suppose, even if its' just a blog.

Fair falling,

Mason

Characters from my Book

These are my characters for the book I'm writing. :3 Stellar and Gryffin are two of the more "main" characters of the book. In the beginning the two just can't STAND eachother, but near the middle-endish of the book the two actually start to get along and then---AWWW-they fall in LOVE! ahhh i'm such a sap.... xD love me a good romance! Anyways, its a science-fantasty-fiction type of book, and i'm in the middle of rewriting it! ((i've made a TON of progress since the first one was finished, I'm so proud of myself!!!)) anyways, just wanted to let you check these guys out!!! ENJOY!

~Mason

Updates

1. Soooo.... finished those shoes! :D Yuppers! They're purty spantastful ((spectacular, fantastic, and wonderful all combined)) I'll post pictures later, I suppose. :3
2. Hats! I'm sellin' em! At my church on Easter Sunday! WHOOP WHOOP! MUNNY! 
3. Uhhhhhh...........COSPLAYING! Yeah! With mah buddy Ruby :3 doing Toothless/Hiccup ((from How to Train Your Dragon)) WOOT!!!!!

Err... yeah! That's pretty much it for the moment... I'll post pictures of hats, shoes, etc. later 

Fair Falling,

Mason

Priming My Forehead

soooo I'm painting a pair of extra-hi-top converse right now... gotta prime 'em first.... I had primer all over my hands and decided to inadvertantly prime my forehead. -____- AWESOME SAUCE. 


ANYWAYS. Cheshire Cat converse in process...
they will be Bad. Ass. >:D


Also, I'm chillin' at mah house alone... something nice that I don't get to do all that often :3 gotta blast them beats and just JAM. Its how we do it. xD


Artistic-ness is flowing over the top... feelin awesome :D xD


Fair falling,


Mason


i said bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't rock it like that
bet you can't bet you can't
do do do do do do
like me
so fresh so clean
this beats crazy this beats obscene
this shits laced with shit so mean 
mean mean 


~Do It Like This by Black Eyed Peas  ((AKA the song I'm Jammin' to right now))

Those Choking Hands

She was
being choked
by the restrictions
of those hands,
those lying hands
that told her
she was free,
told her she
could spread
her wings
and fly.
She couldn't
see through their
lies until it
was too late;
too late to
turn back.
It was a
constant battle
to try to
breathe; to
try to let
the wind
brush past
her feathers.
In the end,
it was her
thirst,
her want
for freedom,
that burned
those hands,
that cast them
away, like shedding
her skin.
And she flew
away, leaving
behind the
binding chains
that kept her
from spreading
her wings.

~~~~~
meh, not a favorite poem of mine, but I'm just writing from a character's perspective ((as usual)), who actually has wings, so I guess this poem's not all that metaphorical :3

~Mason

Fair Falling

I'm trying
to move from
the dark to
the light,
but I'm moving
further away
as my hate
turns to spite.
It's like trying
to fall up
rather than go
down, much
like Alice
falling below
the ground.
And still
I hear them
whisper softly
in my ear,
"Keep your
heart and
mind away
from fear."
But, through
crushed hopes
my heart will
not heal,
and soon
within me
I lose the
ability to feel.
The shadows
speak to me
through words
filled with
spite,
They whisper,
"Fair Falling"
as I fall further
away from light.

"The Daily Coyote" by Shreve Stockton

This is my book review for "The Daily Coyote" by Shreve Stockton.

First off, I'd like to say that this memoir was absolutely FANTASTIC. And that's a lot coming from me, because I usually will snore off to something like that... no non-fiction for me, thank you very much. But THIS story, for some particular reason, drew me in sooo quickly. Perhaps it was Stockton's gorgeous photography abilities, or the fact that it was about her raising a coyote in Wyoming, but whether it was any of those or another thing, I could NOT put this book down for the freakin' LIFE OF ME.

Stockton's writing is amazing; the way she puts words together and make them flow so easily is just captivating! I loved the way ((and this is going to sound absolutely nerdy)) she used similes and metaphors to describe her little coyote she was raising, Charlie. The story is both interesting and heart warming... i mean, the way that Charlie and the orange tom cat Eli act like siblings together is probably the most adorable thing I've ever read--and seen--in a long time.

As I said before, the story is heartwarming and definitely a fantabulous read, I TOTALLY recommend it. And here is Shreve Stockton's website as well, you should totally check it out here.

Five outta five stars!!!!!!

READ THE BOOK.

~Mason

Rain For My Soul

As it falls
From the sky
My day brightens.
Rain; it sooths me.

Everyone scoffs
and whines,
their eyes filled
with dismay.

I don't understand.
Although, neither
do they; Rain
washes my soul.

I love to stand
underneath the cloudy
skies, waiting for
that first drop.

I yearn for the
chilling cleansing
of the rain dripping
down my face.

And I stare
into the sky
eyes filled with
glorious love.

The rain sooths me
washing away my
stress and pain,
leaving me awakened.

I don't quite
understand why
people hate
the rain.

It revives me.

Valentine's Day Party... Crashed....

I scowled in my chair as I traced my finger around the lip of the glass that was sitting next to me on the table. Strobe lights and other colored spotlights flew around the huge room, music pulsating from the epic base systems that I would've normally been dancing to--if it wasn't Valentine's Day. Ugh. The holiday for shmucks, for idiots who  fell in love too easily, and then those who were already together and exchanged cutsie gifts. Ugh, and it was the holiday of pink--my least favorite color, which I also happened to be wearing at the moment, courtesy of Leela, my best friend, who also happened to be the one to throw this party and who also  somehow managed to condemn me to this hell. My little devil of a friend bounded over to me. "Rox! C'mon, stop being such a downer! Get up and dance already!" she yelled over the sound of the base. "I don't want to, Leela." I grumbled. She obviously didn't hear me, but she got the message. "C'mon, Rox! Don't be such a party pooper!" "Leela, only you could still say 'party-pooper' and not sound like a fifth grader." I responded. She smiled. "So does that mean you're gonna dance?" "No." I replied, and took a sip of my Dr. Pepper. "Roxanne Fleete Smith, you are the most stubborn female I have ever met." She whined. "Leela Sabine Ramses, you'll just have to live with it." I replied. She pouted. Her purple and blonde hair was turned pink in the strobe lights, my blue-black turning a dark shade of purple. I looked up at her, taking another sip of my Dr. Pepper.

Which I almost spat all over Leela's brand-new sequin tank. Which she would've murdered me for later.

But not unless I murdered her first. Because, lo and behold, in walked in my most least favorite person in the world. Stefan. I slammed my cup down on the table and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. "What the hell is he doing here?!" I shouted, jabbing my finger towards the hottest person I'd ever laid eyes on, but also the last person I had ever wanted to see. Ever. Again. Leela put her hands up defensively, not intimidated by my usual behavior. "I didn't invite him!" she shouted over the music. "Then who did?!" I yelled back. "Maybe Liam?" she replied. Both of our heads whipped around to stare at her brother, who was greeting the devil with a fist bump and one of those "man-hugs". "Shit." I swore, letting go of Leela and ducking into the kitchen.  She followed. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea Liam would invite anybody! And I specifically told him not to invite  him." I waved my hand dismissively as I began to pace. "Him being here's not the problem anymore--the problem is how to get him--" Suddenly the kitchen door swung open, Liam and Stefan walking in, smiling and laughing. My glare turned ice-cold. "--out." I finished, my voice acrimonious. Stefan looked at me with a smirk on his face. "Hey, Roxy." "It's Roxanne to you, Fletcher." I hissed. He smirked. Liam's smile died on his face as he saw the expression on my face. He swore under his breath a string of creative profanities. My death glare was on him next. He swallowed nervously as his eyes flitted away. He knew he was in trouble. With one glance at Stefan, I stormed from the kitchen and flew up Leela's staircase into her room, where I promptly locked the door and set to screaming my head off in a mad fury that could've burnt the house down.

Eh, just a little Valentine's Day short story with a twist. *smirk* i do prefer the stories of hatred and drama and romance........ and messing with my characters is too much fun >:)

Waiting for a Song

The wolf, lonely
in the shadows
sits and calls
to its dear friend
the moon.
Sad songs of
sorrow echo
throughout
the night.
The wolf rises
with its songs
only to glow
in the sky
waiting patiently
for its friend
to sing again.

Just a little poem I wrote quickly for English. We're supposed to take an object or creature and morph it into something else via poem. I think that it's okay, not a favorite poem of mine, but still good enough for me :)

~Mason

Haven't posted a short story in a while...

She narrowed her golden-topaz eyes, pupils thinned to a serpent-like slit. "You dare to call me impotent?!" she hissed. Her claw-like nails dug into the granite counter that stood in between us. My gaze lacked interest or any sense of intimidation. "Unfortunately for you, dear Daisha, I don't fall beneath your gaze, although I've heard from many a man that it is indeed quite deadly." I flipped my black loose curls from my    deep purple eye. Hardly did I ever uncover this eye, for I don't want to unsettle prey with the difference in color from my right eye, which was a shade of turquoise-seagreen much like the color of the Caribbean waters. Although as of now, unsettling Daisha was exactly what I wished to do. She flicked a forked tongue from between her serpentine-like fangs. "Damn you, Kumori! Do not try to pull your sly tricks around me! You kitsune are nothing but trouble!" The amused look in my eyes quickly faded, replaced with a noxious glare. "Do not confuse a wolf spirit with one of those damned foxes! Unless you have a death wish I'd watch that forked tongue of yours!" I spat, my blue-grey ears lying flat against my head, baring my fangs. My thick tail swished angrily as I growled my warning. Daisha hissed, a menacing sound from deep within her throat. "Watch yourself, wolf! I have a hundred years on you!" I laughed, a series of bark-like sounds. "You amuse me, serpent. A lizard like you couldn't take on a wolf such as I!" She hissed again, mouth open wide as venom lept past her fangs. There wasn't much force put into the shot, but the acrimonious threat was clear. The granite hissed and fizzled beneath her venom, before bubbling out of existence. "Lizard, my scales! A lizard has no place among the serpents!" she hissed. "You made the same mistake, Daisha. Don't hiss at me over a misstep that was yours in the first place," I growled. The sound was deep within my throat, a menacing warning much more threatening than her acidic spit. She straightened up, her scaley arms crossed over her chest as her golden serpentine eyes glared poison into my soul. "Well. I see that this visit has done nothing to help the situation at hand," she spat. I crossed my arms over my chest, mimicking her stance as my tail fluffed out and my ears laid flat against my head in an irritated fashion. "As I thought it would," I growled. She narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure you won't have a hard time finding the exit. Be gone with you now, Daisha, before I rip out your still heart and hang it as a wall decoration." "Kumori, you are going to get yourself killed someday," she hissed as she turned to leave, "and I'll be there to see to it that you get reborn as a damned human." "You will be one of many, Daisha, I can promise you that," I muttered as she disappeared in a swirl of acidic ash.

That Feeling of Falling

I'm feeling a little
lost inside
myself.
I'm used
to  it by
now.
The feeling
of falling
isn't exactly
unfamiliar
as I plummet
towards the
ground.
I find security
within myself
so I pull
away.
Don't take
offense to my
actions,
It can't be
helped....
And there's that
feeling of falling
again...
And I find
myself comforted
by this dropping
sensation.
Please don't take
into consideration
the amount of pain
I had to endure
to get this sense of
security.
This lie within
myself.
You can't trust
your walls...
because eventually,
they'll fall...
and then there
will be that
feeling of
falling....

You Will Remember

Everything was dark.  No light.  Just plain darkness of the deepest sort; the kind that you imagined the monsters lurking in as a child. I was running. I had to escape--wait. Escape what? What was there to escape? But, yes, there it is--thtat horrifying feeling of something pursuing you that you can't escape. The sound of a little girl's laughter floated by, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I tripped in the darkness, falling on my face.  The sound of the little girl's laughter drew closer. I panicked, fear filling me up and tightening in my chest so much that it hurt. I got up, running again.  And then, suddenly, something appeared up ahead--a light? Yes, a light!  A feeling of relief iterrupted the panic as i neared, slowing to a walk.  IT was an old-fashioned Victorian street lamp. I walked around it in a circle, confused. What was this doing here? THe darkness should have swallowed it long ago.  Suddenly, there was a shape next to it that wasn't there before. A girl? She was shaking. "Hey, are you all right?" I asked. Was she crying? The eerie laughter whispered past my ear again. "Hey--" I began, placing my hand on her shoulder. Suddenly, I realized she wasn't crying at all--she was laughing. I backed away in horror as she lifted her head, the laughter growing louder. My mouth was open in a silent scream of terror as i looked at her face. Or, rather, where her face should've been. She had no eyes, just empty black holes, and she had no mouth, just stitches that went up both sides of her face. She stood up, her light blue dress stained with a deep crusted red. "Veronica," she said, stepping towards me. I shook, frozen in terror. "Roni, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Her voice was soft, echoing. "N-no! Go away! Stay away!" I screamed, shaking. "Roni, I've been waiting a long time," she repeated, extending a bloodstained hand towards my face. I stared, wanting to run but finding that I couldn't. Suddenly, the Victorian street lamp flared, a shape appearing from behind it. It lunged for the girl, who turned, screaming with rage as her stitches popped and she disappeared into the darkness. I stared mortified at the creature who stepped towards me, his paws walking on the air. His fur changed from different shades of blue, green, and purple as he moved. I could only describe this thing as a cat, but I knew that he was something more. "She almost had you, Veronica." "D-do I know you?" He rolled over onto his back, purring as his blue eyes stared at me inquiringly. "Do you know me?" he asked back. I balked. Did I know him? "I... don't know..." I said truthfully. He closed his eyes and smiled a wide smile. "No matter. You will." "I... will?" I was so confused. "You're suffering memory loss from being stuck in the Rabbit Hole for so long. I'll transport you out." "Wait-!" I began, but suddenly everything was spinning. I closed my eyes, and everything stopped. I opened my eyes. I was in my room, my blue-grey cat in my lap. 'Oh, hey Chess." I said, sighing. It was all just a nightmare. I picked Chess up and left, not noticing the curious way his fur shimmered when he moved.

---
Sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or capitalization issues... I wrote this on my Mac, and it's hard for me to type on it's keyboard for some freakin' reason. Meh.

Anyways, one of my  more favorite short stories. Hehehe *mischievious chuckle* this was enjoyable and freaky to write.

~Mason

Drowned Alive

Can't you see
The pain in her eyes?
Can't you see
all the times that she's cried?

Now she's standing
In a pool of tears
That keeps growing
Throughout the years

And she's being
Drowned alive,
Just getting eaten up
On the inside...

She's trying to
Hold in the pain
But all her energy
Has been drained

She's hoping that
Hou're still blind
To all the wounds
She has to bind

And she's being
Drowned alive,
Just getting eaten up
On the inside...

And she's dying
For them to know
But she's hoping
That they'll go

Leave her behind,
Not one look back
And hope that they're
On a one-way track...

As she's being
Drowned alive,
Just getting eaten up
On the inside....

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I've had about the first three stanzas just chillin in my notebook for about a month or two... decided it was finally time to go and finish it.

~Mason