The True Origins of Everyone's Favorite Monster (Final)

Long, long ago, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a little princess everyone knew as Cookie. Cookie was the sweetest princess in all the land. She was a little rough around the edges, but wonderfully soft at heart.

Just a week before she turned 18, King Chocolate and Queen Chip told Princess Cookie that she must choose a suitor before her birthday, or they would be forced to choose one for her. Cookie didn’t want to be rushed or forced; she just wanted to find true love in its time, just like any good princess would prefer. The only solution she saw was to run away, so she packed her essentials, and ran deep into Rainbow forest.

She ran straight down Red Road, through Orange Oasis, past the Yard of Yellow and the Green Graveyard. When she got to Blue Boulevard, she needed to stop and catch her breath. Not a minute after she sat down, she was greeted by a handsome furry creature, offering her a bluebell and kissing her hand. She looked up into his eyes, and fell immediately in love.

Princess Cookie and the blue fluffy monster then spoke for hours, until the sun set over Rainbow forest, and it was becoming dark. The princess told the monster she wished to bring him back to the castle and marry him, but knew her parents would disapprove, as he was not a handsome prince. The blue fluffy monster insisted that since their love was true, her parents would understand.

When they arrived back in the palace, and Cookie’s parents were overjoyed that she was alive and well. Of course, just as she had suspected, they said the furry blue monster was in no way suitable for a princess. They promptly locked the furry blue monster in the deepest dungeon of the castle. 

Princess Cookie wept for two straight days, until her parents forced her to dry her tears and meet her suitors. One by one, young men came to try and win Cookie's heart, but none seemed to fill the void left by her missing furry blue monster. Her parents finally couldn't take another second of her agony, and gave her their blessing to marry the furry blue monster. They released him from the dungeon, and on the day of her 18^th birthday, Cookie and the monster married.

A few months later, the princess discovered she was expecting a baby. The couple was overjoyed, and eagerly awaited the arrival of their child. One day, Cookie woke up feeling a little crummy, and was rushed to the royal emergency room. With her fluffy blue prince by her side, she gave birth to a tiny fluffy blue baby.

When the baby was wrapped up safely in her arms, she peered deep into its eyes and wondered aloud what they should name it. Before either of them could utter another word, the baby gazed back at its mother with wide eyes, opened its little mouth and spoke in a tiny voice, “Me want cookie!” and from that moment on, the three lived happily ever after.

While the Seasons Changed

These desks are made of

Wood as dead as autumn trees

As November fades

All winter I sat

Finally caught your eye and winked

That’s when the spark caught

When the snow melted

With the petals we blossomed

So fast and so strong

The warm sun had us

Wrapped around its fingers and

It was decided

Through dying trees and

Storms so rough the sun we’ll feel

Forever on us   

Unknown

Unknown

The quality of life in the neighboring Andromeda

The origins of the myth that the moon is made from cheese

The literal meaning of disambiguation

The longitudinal coordinates of the Bermuda triangle

The opposite of opposite

The ultimate truth about the creation of the world

The vital details to one suffering from amnesia

The answer to the chicken or the egg

The one hundred and nineteenth element

The contents and constraints of a black hole

The numeric value of the given missing variable

The cause of fear that keeps us all awake

The rationale behind the ferocity by which we love

The looming darkness which we know as the future

Play Time

Walk in and don the tiny shorts and sexy skin-tight shirt,

You’ll need to show all that you’ve got to make it big in here.

Stretch it out and loosen up, otherwise it’s gonna hurt,

Now take a deep breath, pop a mint, and swallow any fear.

Flash a smile at your partner, then glimpse at your reflection,

Butterflies got you all tingly, but it’s time to start the show.

Last thing before you start to play – don’t forget protection,

Deep breath, and start your warm-up, to begin just take it slow.

Now it’s coming right at you so call out like you want it,

All the practice you’ve put in will better your performance,

Be loud, be proud, you know the way, you have the talent – flaunt it.

Let the adrenaline own you; live solely for these moments

And when you let the ball drop, don’t let your spark diminish,

Just move on to the next point, toss, step, hit and finish.

A Chef's Advice

Tears I Cry

This one’s for my sister

Sobbing through the long lost nights.

Despairing for an exit,

For her brave and feisty soul.

She saw a spark and followed it through,

Now she wears those boots,

And that green,

With fragile, but, enormous pride.  

And this one’s for my cousin,

Wherever he may be.

I imagine him high on a hill,

With battered boots,

And exhausted eyes.

Standing watch,

Keeping guard.

And all the way across the Atlantic

I feel the pain of his mother’s fear.

And this one’s for my best friend,

Who first tied his soldier’s boots.

Before he taught him how to shoot,

To fight,

To be.

Then watched him curl

And writhe

And groan

As the neighbors left him there to die. 

And this one’s for my lover

Who watches from afar

He lusts for his own

Pair of boots,

For a chance,

At the fight.

I too wish he could

Join the war for who we are.

And this one’s for my people

Dying from forever’s hope.

Endlessly waiting for never to succumb,

For the day we collect all the boots,

Toss them in a bag,

And throw them carelessly into the peaceful wind.  

Childhood Memory Poem

The candles were ours,

The lights were not.

Our cheeks flushed red,

Straight in from the cold

With haste we made

For the bed unmade,

Tiny snowflakes fall from our hair

Surely they won’t find us there.

Under the bed,

We cautiously crawl

“Shh! Not so loud!”

If they hear us, we’re done.

Huddle together,

We’ll fit it we cuddle

It’s the only way,

The oldest insists.

The crickety bed creaks,

The drippy ceiling leaks.

With our breaths are held tight,

Someone turns on the light.

When we hear them come in,

The suspense settles in,

“Where could the girls be?"

Wondered sarcastically. 

With an eruption of giggles

We know what we await, 

We've been found - out we crawl, 

To our awaiting fate.

But tonight’s fate is sweet,

And it’s not off to sleep,

First a victory dance,

Then collapse on the couch.

The most enchanting of winter nights

By our fire, but not our lights                                             

In the happiest of places,

Were our six warm and smiling faces.