“Untitled Seventeen”

  By Valiente Rook

That night there was a restless, insecure manner to the breeze,
and a shade of poignancy had crept upon the rustling leaves.
The moon glimpsed a shivering figure brooding in the shadows,
his soul in a state of pandemonium, forever unable to let go.
Within such chaos a flicker of despair had mixed with his sorrow,
leaving him unable to find salvation before the dawn of morrow.

“Untitled Sixteen”

  By Valiente Rook

Why do we see each other as rivals?
Let’s just put down our rifles.
Why do we attempt to baffle?
Let’s not become conceited cattle.
Why do we talk a load of drivel?
Why do we cause others to shrivel?
Let’s not give vanity a revival;
arrogance is not the only means of survival.
Is a mask a vital accessory?
Surely it’s not really necessary.
An essay in ink of exclusion
is nothing but an illusion.

“Little Miss Red Robbin’ Hood”

  By Valiente Rook

Little Miss Red shot dead the big bad wolf. That earned her bare respect and street cred. Now she rules the woods and robs people of their goods, giving her a new moniker: “Little Miss Red Robbin’ Hood”. So it is in your best interest not to cause her any stress, otherwise you’ll end up in a very scary mess. Word?

“Grenade”

  By Valiente Rook

And now we take you live to fictitious courtroom A where the action is just heating up!

Prosecutor: Did he not say he’d catch a grenade for ya? Throw his hand on a blade for ya? Jump in front of a train for ya? Is it not true that he was willing to do anything for ya?

Defendant: Y-yes..bu-

Prosecutor: That is all. I rest my case, your honour.

Judge: But just what is your case?

Prosecutor: My case, your honour is thus: SHE DIDN’T DO THE SAME.

Judge: Just what are you implying? Could you make your point clear for all please.

Prosecutor: You see your honour; the defendant purposely chose to sunbathe on rail tracks, fully well knowing that she would be rescued by the victim.

Defendant: I was tied to rail tracks!

Prosecutor: No-one would believe such a story! This is not a cartoon! You knew exactly what you were doing; you even got some local thug to throw a grenade at you. So whilst you were pretending to be in distress, the victim endangered his life by catching that grenade and he even recklessly threw his hand on a flying blade and then as an act of ultimate sacrifice he jumped in front of an approaching train which was directly headed for you! And all you did was watch him burn down in flames.

Defendant: No, no, that’s not tr-

Prosecutor: Is it not?! Please, pray enlighten us with your wacky story.

Defendant: I was kidnapp-

Prosecutor: You were kidnapped?! Oh I see, so you were kidnapped? Your honour in her testimony she claims to have been kidnapped by “a clown”. So a clown kidnapped you? I suppose he threatened you with pie?

Judge: Well, did he threaten you with pie?

Defendant: N,n,no your honour, he did not.

Prosecutor: So you admit you were not threatened with pie? So if there was no pie, then is the clown even real?!

Defendant: Yes, he is!

Prosecutor: Your honour she is making a mockery of the court! If there was no pie then how on earth could a clown exist?

Judge: You have a point.

Attorney: OBJECTION!

Judge: On what grounds, attorney?

Attorney: Clowns do not exist only for pie gags, they also have spinning bow-ties and like they have these big shoes and red nose and just by looking at them, they make me laugh. And, and they sometimes ride these tiiiny bikes. Ahh clowns, I love clowns ^^.

Judge: …Objection over-ruled.

Attorney: WAIT! I haven’t got to the main point! SHE’S INSANE! SHE PLEADS INSANITY because let’s face it anyone who blames things on clowns is caaaarazaay.

Defendant: I’M NOT CRAZY! IT’S TRUE!!

Attorney: Don’t listen to my client; she clearly is bonkers in the head. Everybody knows clowns are incapable of doing wrong.

Defendant: NO, YOU’RE WRONG! CLOWNS CAN BE BAD!!

Attorney: Oh yeah?! Than name one evil clown? Hmmm, just name one!

Defendant: I CAN NAME TWO! THE JOKER! AND, AND THERES SIDESHOW BOB!

Attorney: Oh pu-lease, see judge she’s delusional. The Joker and sideshow bob are fictional characters! Honestly, I dunno why you’re even arguing with her. She’s nuts I tells ya. That’s my case, your honour. So go lightly on her? Prosecutor dude, she’s all yours. Maaan, I need a nap, wake me when it’s all done, you know my defence on all this. So I have nothing more to add.

Prosecutor: Ahem, getting on with things, prior to this case your honour, the victim in the process of rescuing the defendant was beat black and blue til he was numb. He went through all that pain, he even took a bullet straight to his brain; luckily he survived. I ask why is the defendant always needing to be rescued?-

Defendant: Because there are people who want me dead!

Prosecutor: No-one asked you to answer! I was going to answer it you know. We don’t need your input on any of this. We can manage just fine without your paranoia, thank you. You see your honour, the only logical answer to such a question is that it was none other than a trap to lure out the victim and have him killed! But it failed on that occasion.

Defendant: That is not true!

Prosecutor: And on another occasion, your honour, the defendant’s car had somehow blown up and so the victim allowed her to borrow his car. However! On its return someone had ripped the brakes out of his car! Luckily on that occasion he had discovered that his car was tampered with. So your honour, I ask who could possibly have sabotaged his car? And I believe there is only one answer to that.

Defendant: No, it wasn’t me! I told you I am being targeted! They blew up my car! And also tampered with his car, thinking it was mine!

Prosecutor: I never said it was you. Why are you adamant it wasn’t you when I didn’t even mention your name? Is it because of your guilty conscience? Your honour, this proves that she tampered with his car!

Defendant: No! I-I-I didn’t! Please believe me! I didn’t, someone is after me! I swear!

Prosecutor: Lies! YOU blew up your own car! Using that as a pretext to get a hold of his car to tamper with it! He gave you everything he had and you just, just tossed it all in the trash! What did he ask in return? Only for your love; well granted it was for ALL your love, but little in comparison with him giving you his life!

Attorney: OBJECTION!

Judge: On what grounds, attorney? Attorney? Somebody nudge the attorney awake!

Attorney: Huh? Wha-, what is it? Why did you wake me? Is the case over, she’s guilty right? Right!? I knew it. Luckily I placed my bets on her being guilty and now I can finally buy that new game!

Judge: Ahem, you interjected with an objection…

Attorney: Did, did I? Oh I must have been sleep-talking. Erm, like I said she’s a MAD WOMAN!

Prosecutor: No! She’s a bad woman! And she should be punished accordingly, your honour.

Attorney: Eh, I can’t argue with that. I need a drink.

Defendant: Please, please believe me! I am innocent! I am innocent!!!

—-

Judge: After considering all the evidence, I hereby find the defendant guilty of contempt of court, of murder, of false testimony and for smearing the good name of clowns the world over. I sentence her to 20 years in clown school to better understand the nature of clowns.

Prosecutor: Where you’re going, tell the devil I said hi.

Defendant: No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

End

valienterook:

“Children in Need”

  By Valiente Rook

Too small to know, to understand.
Too scared to ask for a hand.

Through the covers I see,
through the covers I ask why me?

Hidden away I cry away my pain
and I question my brain,
what did I do to deserve their disdain?

A world of bloodshed,
is all I can see.
All I ask for is a warm bed
and a place to where I can flee.

Such nervousness, such trepidation.
The teachers are worried about my education,
all I worry about is the walk home.
All my worries I suffer alone.

The feeling of emptiness,
fill my nights with restlessness.
For my mouth to water I wonder,
but I have only known hunger.

I stare out the window,
the moon in all its glow.
Like the sunrise I want my hopes to grow.
Yet my heart cannot forget the woes.

A mundane day comes crashing.
It is not my fault, yet I am accused.
Screams, anger and fists.
I just do not know why I am abused.

All I wish for is eternal bliss.
A way to end all the violence,
not to live a life of utter silence.

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“Rise Again”

  By Valiente Rook

I tattooed myself with your rage
and covered myself with your pain.
I ripped out hatred from your hearts cage
and soothed away all your insecure bane.
I weaved, out of your guilt, a quilt of blame,
and wore it, for all to see, as my own.
I stood and soaked up all your saddening rain,
and I shielded you from being pelted by cursed stones.
I held onto you, ignoring your vicious flame,
and with your burning sins, I branded all my bones.
I drank away all your resentful tears of shame
and in your name, I bowed down to atone.
Under God’s mighty stare I went insane,
pleading for all your mistakes to be unsown.
I did everything so that your happiness did not wane.
For as long as I am here you’ll never be alone;
I will not stop until, like a phoenix, you rise again.

“Your Betrayal”

  By Valiente Rook

When happiness was around
and our lips one
your smile was not to be found,
you were distant hun.
I should have seen it coming,
the passion in our love,
was but a low humming.
Yet now that you have left,
I still cannot comprehend.
I wish I knew then what I know now:
That your eyes were just pretend.

Ooooohhhhhhh,

The drop of your betrayal,
has sunk deep, trenching a trail.
The breath of your betrayal,
has stopped dead the flutter of my sail.
My mornings have gone, now replaced by a dark veil.

Back when we first met,
your long coy tresses and low dress,
left my senses blown, in a trembling mess.
Things moved fast, the clouds swirling;
our hearts had flown, entwining at full blast.
The days would pass with you in mind,
only people thought I was blind.
I should have listened to their calls
you were not to be trusted,
that I was headed for a great fall.

Oh how you’ve left me gutted.

The drop of your betrayal,
has sunk deep, trenching a trail.
The breath of your betrayal,
has stopped dead the flutter of my sail.
My mornings have gone, now replaced by a dark veil.

Finally the day had arrived,
I asked you to marry me.
Your face was surprised and confused.
Yet you said yes, I thought I was blessed,
I was happy and for our future I was enthused.
My love for you was open and for all to see,
but baby you left me bemused and deeply bruised.
I was mad to think we were to be.

The drop of your betrayal,
has sunk deep, trenching a trail.
The breath of your betrayal,
has stopped dead the flutter of my sail.
My mornings have gone, now replaced by a dark veil.

You left me at the altar.
I felt such a fool, my heart broken.
Why did you say yes if you were to falter?
Oh, why did you leave me for another?
I cannot move; my eyes red and body frozen.
Your betrayal it left me alone,
your betrayal it left my heart a stone.

“The Ghetto”

  By Valiente Rook

If you sell your soul to the ghetto,
you ain’t gonna be free.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Strike an arrow through the ghetto,
strike an arrow through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no heart for it to follow.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Shot a bullet through the ghetto,
shot a bullet through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no flesh for it to burrow.

The ghetto, the ghetto,
Ain’t safe lyin’ low in the ghetto,
ain’t a place for kids to grow,
ain’t a place for the weak to go.
Ain’t brave to be a hero, ain’t a place to behave,
to strive to be better, it’s a place to be a slave.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Strike an arrow through the ghetto,
strike an arrow through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no heart for it to follow.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Shot a bullet through the ghetto,
shot a bullet through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no flesh for it to burrow.

Police sirens, babies be cryin’ and bullets flyin’.
Gangs fightin’, women be hirin’ and guys lyin’.
Unemployment high, violence on the by and education on the slide.
There ain’t no mentor ‘cept the pimp as a guide.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Strike an arrow through the ghetto,
strike an arrow through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no heart for it to follow.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Shot a bullet through the ghetto,
shot a bullet through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no flesh for it to burrow.

Not a single politician gives a sigh,
just empty promises to garner a vote and lies.
The government don’t care,
let the ethnic minorities be broke
as long as the ghetto is kept in its lair, what a joke!

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Strike an arrow through the ghetto,
strike an arrow through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no heart for it to follow.

The ghetto, the ghetto,

Shot a bullet through the ghetto,
shot a bullet through the ghetto,
where there ain’t no flesh for it to burrow.

It’s a place where the demons dwell,
it’s an inner city hell.

valientewrites:

The Lynx Effect

   By Valiente Rook

Random Woman 1: “You’re so handsome…Ohhhh I want you!”

Random Woman 2: “I want you too!!!”

Random Woman 3: “Me too”

*Hundreds of girls rush towards Johnny Depp*

Random Woman 4: “His mine!!!”

Random Woman 5: “Get off him!”

*Out of nowhere appears Bill Gates*

Bill Gates: “Hey ladies!” *Flashes cash*

Random Woman 1: “Bill Gates, Oh you’re so hot!

*Most of the girls hugging on to Johnny Depp rush towards Bill Gates*

*Another appears out of nowhere. A skinny, pale faced, glasses wearing, spotted Geek*

Geek: “Hey ladies!” *Smug look on face even though no one is paying him any attention*

*The Geek rips open his shirt and sprays Lynx all over himself*

Random Woman 3: “What’s that smell?”

Random Woman 4: “It’s coming from that…that oh hot piece of pasty complexion over there!”

*All the women run over and practically maul the geek*

~THE LYNX EFFECT~

[If you read the small print on Lynx bottles it actually states that this only happens in one out of a billion cases and your chances increase if you’re actually hot….most of the time this happens]

Random Woman 3: “What’s that smell?”

Geek:”Yeah, that’s right no point rushing towards me all at once!”

Random Woman 4: “Ew….It’s coming from that geek over there!”

Random Woman 5: “Ha-ha What the heck! Who does he think he is!!! With that skinny body and ugly face!”

*Everyone ends up laughing at the geek*

valientewrites:

Silence of the Tasered

  By Valiente Rook

It was dark when Mao crept back into her room.

“You still wake up sometimes, don’t you? You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the lambs.”

The sound of Jun’s voice startled Mao. He sat there in the dark swirling casually a glass of whiskey he held in his hand.

“Yes.” Mao hypnotically said focusing on the whiskey, swirling and swirling in the glass.

A twisted smile formed on Jun’s face; slowly he got up and swaggered towards Mao.

“And you think if you can be with Ryo, you could make them stop, don’t you? You think if you’re with Ryo, you won’t wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs.”

Frightened Mao responded; her voice barely a whisper,

“I, I don’t know. I don’t know.” Tears started to form from the corners of her eyes, the moonlight made them sparkle. Such a sight caused Jun to stop in his tracks; he looked into Mao’s eyes with lustful contempt.

“Thank you, Mao. Thank you.” he said and in one swift moment he grabbed a hold of Mao’s face, placing both his hands on her cold cheeks. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs as the glass which he once held smashed, spilling whiskey all over the floor.

“A waitress once tried to test me. I ate the liver she served with some fava beans and a nice chianti…” Making a hissing slurping noise he kissed her lips catching Mao by surprise.

Mao did not know what hit her; maybe it was the cheesy Silence of the Lambs lines or Jun’s poor kissing technique, whatever it was she quickly pushed him away. More tears started to roll down her cheeks as Jun let out the shuddering hissing slurping noise again,

“You’re mine now!”

“No I’m not” and with these words she pulled out a taser and tasered Jun.

End