All rightsometimesAll right by Knight-Poet
when i lie awake
i look inside
and think that everything
that everything would be
if you were here with me.
I know who did itI know who did it. Took me a while to figure it out. Thought I had lost the scent for a while there. Took me a couple months to get back on track.I know who did it by Knight-Poet
No matter what they tell you on the TV, it’s hard to find someone doesn’t want to be found. Well, and the person that did it, obviously they didn’t want to be found. But I know who it was. I know where they are. I guess what I’m saying is: I know.
So now I prepare. Get my stuff together. All the things I need to make someone pay for what happened. I am patient. I’ve done the legwork. The mindwork. I know what I’m about. I know what to do. I have a plan.
So I pack what I need. I pack the cable binders, the soldering iron, I pack the hammer.
Then I write this.
I write this to let the one I know did it know I know they did it.
See, I know.
And as you’re reading this now, I know that you know. And I know that you begin to realize what it is I know.
I know everything.
I know it was you.
The Day They DisappearedThe day the adverbs disappeared, few noticed. The descent into catastrophe was a gradual one. The adverb phrases stopped working. Time phrases broke down.The Day They Disappeared by Knight-Poet
In the following days, more and more grammar ground to a halt. Verbs felt bland and unmotivated. They longed for the modification and the functional versatility the adverbs had provided them. Job satisfaction was at an all-time low.
Nuances vanished. Customer satisfaction plummeted.
The nouns began to feel the blow. They were the most solid and substantial of the words, but they started to feel the impending disaster.
In their stolidity, many of them refused to act. Passivity was in their nature. They were unlike the verbs, who had been running scared since the whole frightening affair became public.
One noun would prove the exception of the rule. Adverb went in search of the missing members of grammar, contracting the scorn of its peers. It felt responsible. The adverbs were Adverb’s charges, it felt. It contacted the foreign
What the Old Sailor SawSo you want to know what 'appened that night, eh? Well, lemme tell ya! I knows it all. I were there now, weren't I? Seen it wif me own two little peepers, I 'ave! Best buy us another round o' drinks. Wouldn't want me ole tongue to go dry right at the juicy bits now, would we?What the Old Sailor Saw by Knight-Poet
Now, that night, I were out with me old Jolly Jenny an' me crew. 'ad been fishin all day, an' not a single little fishie 'ad come anywere near our nets. Right spooky it were. So I tells me boys as 'ow we're going to stay out a bit longer, see if we couldnt catch anything after dark an' make the trip not be a total waste. And so we was waitin' an' starin' into the night.
An' then, outta nothin', lighnin' flashes! Never in all me days 'ave I seen linghtnin' right out a clear sky like that. An' then, there's mist boilin' all around us, and the sea gets up and tosses us around fer a bit.
When it calms down, right back on deck we were, squintin' out into the fog. There was a rumblin' comin' across the water, like from
A Canticle for my Soothers (Part One)I. Master of PatternsA Canticle for my Soothers (Part One) by Book-of-Shards
Though surrounded by stories galore,
worlds imagined, eccentrics and more,
he’s by no means a dreamer,
neither muser nor schemer,
but a pragmatist down to the core.
Amidst miniature, rulebook and dice
you‘ll find someone „reserved but quite nice“.
But do seek his assistance
for because of this distance
he can give rather precious advice.
While remarkably strong and persistent,
and, thank goodness, immensely consistent;
he’s a fabulous guide
to the structure inside
any chaos, no matter how distant.
It is easy to fall for his guile
and think „Humor is not quite his style.“
Au contraire, let me tell
you, he‘s funny as hell,
which he demonstrates once in a while.
You may jolly well call me naive,
surely destined to suffer and grieve;
still, he will hold my heart
(which he did from the start)
‘til the day that he chooses to leave.
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