#broken verse

[rolloroberson]

A recent occurrence

Mists of old recurrent dreams displace

The reality of today’s popcorn philosophy

Stolen commas left strewn randomly round the room

Threaten to overtake the awards received for all my spectacular failures

The chill bumps sprouting forth from your taut skin

Like smoke filled areas of discarded brain tissue

Sticking out like grotesque billboards in the midst of sacred serenity

What does one thing have to do with another

How can both occupy this same space at the sane time

A once violent criminal married with rigorous honesty

I recognize ...

I recognize my reflection

Rolloroberson 2019

“No longer no longer

What you ask

Strange steps

Heels turned black

The cinders the cinders

They light the path

Of these strange steps

Take us back, take us back

Flow sweetly hang heavy

You suddenly complete me”

—- Karen Orzolek, Brian Chase, Nick Zinnemann YYY

[betterbywayof]

B.r.u.s.h. S.t.r.o.k.e.s.

I used to get lost in dull lanscapes. Landscapes covered over in bland paints. I’d paint, and paint and paint away. Just to make, and make, the same mistakes. Used to say sorry right away before I learned it’s okay to make mistakes. Because they’re all hand made, made by my hands, and I’m just a man a man made by chance. Making mistakes means still to create. I say, what is the value of a man with no stakes, a man afraid to seize the day because he’s made mistakes? Now what do I say of the man who does create? The man that does not take par but the man that partakes? What of the man who lives not for the things made by man but the values that the man made? What kind of man does that man make? It makes a man that can’t break, which is a man who takes the day to just be great not on some days, but great on days just like today, a day just like every day

[streetpants-blog]

Do you call this home?  

What the beach… ?

Yeah…

Yeah…  ay suppose… I guess you are too though.

What?

Home... ya know… you feel like home?

yes because I liked the way she looked at me with that face in those moments by the tide as those marriages of greens and blues and greys painted those eyes that always robbed me completely those eyes and that face and those freckles that endearingly lay beneath those eyes that looked away mockingly and I liked that I liked how she danced with the wind by the sea with the greenness of the teagreen sea that seemed to exist as far as sleepridden-memories eye could see and she looked at me with those eyes and that felt alright it felt more than alright and seeing her brown hair in and out of the wind and birds polyphony and I wanted to touch her face and look at those eyes and feel her face against mine and run and laugh at her because I felt alright there more than alright within and without everything that was around us because we were outside of that outside of time and all of that because she was imprinted in my heart from then yes always yes.

[orma-harvinci-rwby]

@piranha-narrator

It was not something she could take lightly, the fact she had just seen Heather so close to someone else. They even kissed and that was enough on it’s own to make her want to grind her teeth out of frustration. She decided she could see Heather any day, but only so many chances to quickly get rid of annoyances in her way. She watched and waited for the better part of a few hours before the sharp toothed girl was finally isolated.

Up until now Orma had been simply maintaining a good while away, always sticking to the tops of buildings, but now she descended around a corner ahead of the girl. She patted down herself quietly and took a deep breath to compose herself, knowing she needed to act friendly to get her off the campus grounds. She rounded the corner, a lost look donned on her face, eventually softening when looking at her prey.

“U-umm… E-excuse me? You seem ok, do you know a good place to get out of Beacon without being noticed?" Play innocent yet slightly mischievous, it always got people excited like they were going on an adventure.

[sadisticicecreamprincess]

@ourwinterschnee

What the hell have I done?

[orma-harvinci-rwby]

A Bird and a Broken Snake

@drroisin

Something had stumbled into the snake's den, and it was taking her prey. She watched from a window. A mirror in the room giving her a private show to what this winged woman was putting on display for, what Orma assumed, her own enjoyment. If it was not for this mirror in the corner of the room facing the way it was, Orma might not have gotten this show. Orma had been tailing this woman for awhile, assuming this would be next ‘meal’, only to find this girl had her own ‘hunger’. As much as she was enjoying it, though, she went down to the street and entered the run down poverty stricken apartment building.

This was Orma’s territory and this damn bird girl was prowling in it. This girl needed to learn that anything here was Orma’s, not some pretty bunch of feathers. She got to the door and decided to break in by smashing the lock. Didn’t want the door to be broken, that way Orma couldn’t have her own private fun. She quietly walked in, as a blush appeared on her face, seeing the carnage of precision left by this strange Faunus, it appeared so exact and ruthless. Her words broke her silence, overcome by raw excitement. This up close view was so much better then she thought it would have been. 

“Oh my~.”

[orma-harvinci-rwby]

Breaking Black and White Morality

@huntsman-ash

I guess this was inevitable, being detained and put on the list for joining the dead. Putting me in a mass grave sounds appropriate, and yet, I got busted out. The fuck is happening. Sure, it is exciting, but this is getting boring sitting here in this cell in this cramped place. The Grimm do they want a gal like me for because clearly, this shit ain’t to kill me.

She pulled against the iron cuffs linking her entire forearms together, a useless endeavor. All she knew was she was out for a period of time after an explosion in the prison, and she woke up here. She growled, the silence only making her aggravated. She decided to call out to her empty surroundings in an attempt to stir someone up.

“If your gonna say something, SAY SOMETHIN. You do know who you took from the prison right?! I am the fuckin’ MAW. You idiots know what I do right? Want some sort of revenge? Did I take one of your ‘daddies little girl’s’?”

Her ego was inflated as usual, but her reputation in Vale was undeniable, after 6 years of killing and acts of cannibalism, and even giving the cops and reporters a name for her as she had done so. She was a theatrical individual for sure. She was only caught because she finally made a mistake and was then discovered and detained by a team of veteran huntsman and huntresses quickly and forcibly. Now she stood in the middle of her cell awaited any sort of response, hoping for some sort of instruction or explanation.

[orma-harvinci-rwby]

The Strong and the Free

@biggerbetterbirb

Orma was not having a good night. She had spent this entire night, scoping out the bar, and not a single bar fight. No one acted up, argued, or even better then that shouted death threats. It was boring and dull, and she sighed as she left money on the table and left. 

The outside was no better than the shitty bar inside. Street lights barely worked, the pavement was cracked, and windows sometimes had boards instead of glass. Sure, she loved the dump. Easy to find something to play with, and no one asked if someone went ‘Missing’ and never turned up. A perfect playground for the demented.

She began to mutter to herself as she walked down the street, the night had taken the sky so the street lights were on. “Fuckin shitty night this is turning out to be. Everyone in there was stupid fucking weak, I mean sure it might have been fun to stomp ‘em out but..” That is when she saw a woman around her age, walking the streets without a damn care. Blue hair waving in the wind. But not only her hair and that body~, but the weapon at her side sealed the deal as the sheath with a blade clung to her. She had prey, a snack. She crossed the street with a small inconspicuous small smile as she waved to the girl. 

“Hey there cutie~, whatcha doin out so late?”