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30 in 30: Day 29

Hi there.
It’s me,
your author.
Remember all those times
you said you just wanted to be something–
to do something with your life.
You just wanted your life to have meaning?
Well congratulations!
You finally get your wish.
No, you’re not going to be a big hero.
You’re not going to get superpowers
or invent some fancy new technology,
but you are going to save the world.
How? Well, by dying of course.
It’s a lot like religion see–
every story needs a sacrifice.
Because stories are about learning lessons,
and it’s through losing things that we learn.
Think about Romeo and Juliet.
Those families never would have learned
to love each other if their children hadn’t died.
So it’s an honor, really.
I picked you,
out of everybody in the whole book,
to die.
So that way, the people reading could learn the lesson.
And everyone around you
will change for the better.
Don’t you see,
you are going to fix everything!
Aren’t you happy?
This is what you always wanted.

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30 in 30: Day 27

Posting later than usual because I have been busy worldbuilding! I’m creating a SFF world of multiple interconnected planets for a classroom RPG which you will hear more about in the upcoming months. But with some help from Artefexian, I decided to give playing around with different plant colors a try. And with it, I chose to imagine a poem that someone on this planet might write.

The first thing you notice
when arriving on the planet of Isinnai
are the vast, sweeping valleys
of lavender.
Here, all the plants are purple.
And you wonder
what the first colonists thought
to see an entire planet
drowning in vegetation.
Perhaps it is what people think
when they look at us.
They see us wrapped
in nothing but discolored vines
pale green and blue flowers
bloom across our cheeks
And they do not understand

It is said the first colonists,
upon seeing these colors
worried the planet had been cursed
by the gods.
And built altars
and sent up prayers
that they might
restore blessings to the land.
They brought in their own
green plants
as a means of purification.
But like those purple leaves
we will pay no heed to their words.
We will merely bask in the sunlight
that causes them to crisp.

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30 in 30 Day 24: The Three-Eyed Sphinx

Yesterday’s napowrimo prompt was to write a poem about an animal. And it just so happened that my Dixit card for the day met that criteria perfectly. So I decided to go with a bit of a nature-documentary style poem about this creature here:

The Three-Eyed Sphinx

And here, you will see the rare, three-eyed sphinx.
Like other sphinxes, the three-eyed sphinx
has the face of a human,
the wings of an eagle,
and the body of a lion.
But apart from having three eyes,
the three-eyed sphinx also has a blue face,
the antlers of a dear,
and a unique sense of fashion.
You can see that this one has chosen
to wear a bowler hat.
And like most three-eyed sphinxes,
it drapes its antlers with keys.
All sphinxes like to find their home guarding things,
and most are known for telling riddles.
But instead of waiting in front of one door with a question,
the three-eyed sphinx collects the keys to many doors
and wanders freely with them.
To get to the place it guards,
you must first find the three-eyed sphinx
and discover which key you need.
It will give you the key, if you prove you are worthy.
But the three-eyed sphinx also carries the key
to its own chest.
And if someone were to determine
which key that was, they could open its chest and kill it.

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30 in 30: Day 23

On day nineteen, napowrimo’s prompt was to write an abecedarian poem. What I ended up with also felt appropriate for the day after Earth Day:

A goldfish swims through the city
Boys wake from their slumber to see
City buildings, slime covered, as the fish looks for a method to breathe
Dogs bark at the monster, but soon
Every one of them
Flees under beds, under tables, afraid of the
Goldfish’s wide open maw, opening and closing
He cannot blow bubbles here
Icicles drip into its gills
Jolting the fish with new energy
Keeping it alive in this place
Laced with pollutants
Magically, it keeps swimming,
Not stopping for buildings or smoke or cars
Out late, barely noticing the lights
Pointing toward it as helicopters come to investigate
Quickening, it swims onward
Rousing family after family
Sensing a strange fin brush their windows
Terrified this sea creature is an omen
Underlying what they have always known
Victory in the end will belong to the Earth
We are only guests here
Xenodiagnostic studies have found the infection while we are still
Young, and rather than be overtaken by our
Zealousness, she will recover.