Diamonds and Pixels

Falling Victim to the Black

A sharpie in hand, with a mountain of books

To find the golden words and letters to get across my message.

Most of these words are useless, to what I want to say.

So many words of another’s thoughts are

Falling victim to the black.

All of these words together formed a story that once

Entertained the hearts and minds readers once surely pleased.

Now they sit in danger of what I’m about to do

Erase them now from existence by

Falling victim to the black.

The words on this page are words the writer struggled

Through countless of sleepless troubled nights

To form this complex thought and narrative of

Which I have violently maimed by

Falling victim to the black.

I now sit and question everything word I’ve destroyed.

Did I need to do this? What words did I really hide?

I closed the book and read the cover.

to see my favorite book has now

Fallen victim to the black.

R.Hodges

My room

This is my room.

This is my room.

It is a humble room,

With four walls, a ceiling, and a floor.

It is a small, cramped room

Without much room to extend an arm.

I spend most of my time here.

All Alone here in my room.

In the darkness and solitude.

It’s very cold my room.

Very cold.

The chill of ice blows across my skin

I cannot turn the heat on.

Nothing to warm my skin.

I ask for some blankets

To be delivered to my room.

The voice in my room

Tells me they cannot comply.

The voice in my room

Is my only companion.

The only one who will respond,

The rest are in my mind.

The voice is comforting,

Even when they are yelling at me.

They don’t speak very often,

Even when I beckon.

When I try to sleep

The voice yells at me

Causing me to awake.

no sleeping in my room.

Here in my room

I don’t get too many visitors

Those who do never speak

I talk to them, but they never say a word.

Why won’t they speak to me?

They are dressed in white and

White masks cover their faces.

I’ve been in my room

For a very long time.

The figures have fish and mantis heads

swimming in my head.

There are noises in my room.

Deafening noises.

Shrieking, screaming, piercing

Noises hurt my ears.

Noises blare persistent

Even if I cover my ears.

My heart pounds so loudly,

A sound I thought I’d never fear.

I cannot believe what’s happening

Every breath is in a panic.

I’m restless in my room,

So many things come to mind

Things I’ve never thought before,

memories I thoughts I’ve left behind.

So many recurring nightmares of

cats morphed into busses,

spiders with hornet wings,

and faces with only eye’s.

I think I want to leave my room

I ask if I can go

They tell me the door is there

I rush to the find door

I cannot find the knob, so

I throw myself against the door

Now my head hurts even more

I really want to leave my room.

I cannot leave this room of

Cold. Dead. Darkness.

I cannot escape my room.

I cannot find the door.

Please won’t they let me leave

I cannot bear no more.

More and more I plead to them

The voice mocks my pleas and

says I’m free to leave, yet

I cannot find the door.

R.Hodges

A Stalker in Paradise

               The Caribbean waters were warm and inviting to amateur snorkelers Wesley and Dion. After along day of sitting around waiting for their squadrons helicopters to return in the summer Bahamian heat, they couldn’t wait to get out to the beach and snorkel along the concrete barrier that entrapped the beach. The barrier blocked most of the incoming waves which made it perfect for snorkeling. Along the barrier, a world of coral and beautiful tropical fish had taken up residence in the man-made structure of concrete and rock. It was a rare example of human activity doing nature a favor. The barrier extended maybe more than a half mile along the beach and the two were determined to snorkel along all of it. They had almost forgotten about their work day as they finally got into the refreshing water and proceeded along the barrier taking in the sights and beauty along the way. There were large starfish that were large enough to be the Face hugger creature from the Alien movie franchise. These starfish decorated the underwater landscape along with other creatures.

               One creature however, one that both Wesley and Dion were continuously warned about from senior squadron members, were the Barracuda. Barracuda are long silvery fish that could be quite aggressive if provoked. They both agreed that Barracuda were not something they wanted to deal with.It took about an hour, maybe a little more for the two snorkelers to reach the end of the barrier. From there they decide to head back to the dry land and throw back some spirits at the base tavern before calling it a night. Not long after they turned back, Dion noticed they were being followed. Dion signaled to Wesley of the follower’s presence. Dion decided to increase his swim rate back toward the beach.Wesley also increased his rate back to shore, but Wesley couldn’t help not taking his eye off his stalker.The fish was beautiful and majestic. Its silvery scales were glistening from the sunlight above. The teeth on this fish were its most terrifying feature. They were jagged and sharp and could easily tear in to the snorkeler’s skin if it attacked. The Barracuda was about 4-foot-long and almost seemed like a police car lurking for a car to pull over.

                Wesley wasn’t filled with fear, but with fascination of the pursuing fish. Wesley knew he was not in the ideal environment for him to get away from his pursuer, so he left it to the pursuers intentions.The barracuda lurked around Wesley for most of the journey back to shore. Even though it was a long swim with a dangerous fish in pursuit, the boys made it back to shore safely and the stalker never showed any sign of aggression outside of his presence. Dion was refused to go back into the water after being followed by the fish. Wesley however continued to snorkel along the barrier until it was time for his squadron to leave the base in the Bahamas. Navy Sailors could go on for days telling their sea stories to those who will listen. Wesley knew the stalking barracuda would be one of the only few his own to tell.

R. Hodges

Here we go again!

I wanted to go continue with Trails of Cold Steel II tonight but the I saw the Dragon Quest XI videos and website. Now i am gushing with excitement and anticipation for both PS4 and 3DS editions of the game. I hope we get both here in the west eventually, i’d play them both. Maybe even right along side each other. There is a side of me that wishes i could transfer save data between the two. grrr only in a perfect world. Oh you can bet that i’ll be throwing my money down on any collectors editions. 

Overwatch

I wonder if someone would trade me a copy of Overwatch for a copy of Super Smash Bros. Melee

geekygirlynerd:

I thought this was a good PSA…it’s making the rounds, spread the word :)

I hope the movie is good and it brings in new players. 

Is too broke to play Overwatch.