THE FORBIDDEN WORD



There I was,  

I was about to do it, 

Just one more push, 

Just one more line to be crossed.  

 

What was holding me back?  

All I had to do was speak,

Those forgotten words,  

The words lost in time and space.

  

Words I knew,

Words I couldn’t use.  

I didn’t know the order.  

I don’t want to say I forgot.  

 

More afraid of the magic, 

It’s glorious power,

It’s devastating power,  

The power of the unknown.  

 

Will I feel great?  

Will I be left destroyed?  

Then I wonder,

Is it best unsaid? 

 

It’s a trick?  

A mind over matter, 

Like I always say, 

“If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

 

So why all the questions? 

I know,  

I’m a big pussy, 

I can’t help it.  

 

Am I too nice?  

Am I too shy?  

I’ll show you yours, 

If you show me mine.  

 

Is that right? 

No, maybe ?

Is that too much?  

Is it deeper than we should be?  

You tell me?

 

Maybe I think too much?  

Maybe not enough?  

If I thought more, 

I would have all the answers?  

You tell me?

 

I want to be able,

To speak freely.  

Maybe never shutting up,

Maybe all too much.

And then complete silence. 

 

Then what kind of silence will it be?  

Comfortable?  

Uneasy?  

Dreadful?  

 

Does this make sense?  

To me,

Yes.  

To you? 

 

I can’t wait for that understanding.

Do I try to analyze too much?  

Am I wasting time?  

Will I always waste time?

And all this for a simple…… HELLO.

SCHOOLYARD TALES WITH KODY BRAGI

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WHAT THE HATCH?

 

 

         Kody walks up to Advik, “Hey, do you like eggs?”

         “Uh, yea, sure.”

         “Well, you might not after this tale.”

         “Is it a gross tale?”

         “Oh yeah, but hey, you survived the Booger Piercer and the Princess that Farts Out Her Ears.”

         “OK. Give it to me.”

         “Awesome! Here goes another cautionary tale about a boy named Billy Hamrick Tyson and the Curse of the Chicken.”

         Advik laughs.

         “Oh, you’re laughing now, but he has a great name, but even a more horrible curse. He loved stealing eggs from Old Man Colton’s chicken coop, but he was always too fast to get caught…. well…until one day.  Old Man Colton would always yell at Billy, ‘the chicken curse will get you.’ Billy thought the old man was crazy until he grabbed an egg and the big, mean rooster that he always ran from, came flying down from the top coop, like a surprise attack, and pecked him right on the hand holding the egg. Billy held on to that egg and ran off as fast as he could.

         “Now, what I’m about to tell you might sound totally made up, but I swear it’s the truth.”

         “OK.”

         “The next day Billy woke up and had to take a dump, so he did. His turds really made a splash in the water and hurt really bad coming out. When he wiped, there was no doo-doo on the toilet paper, so he looked into the toilet,” Kody gives a long pause.

         “AND!?!” Advik rolling his hands at Kody.

         “There were three perfectly white eggs in the toilet. Billy screams for his momma, and she comes running. At first, she didn’t know what to do, then grabbed it with her hands and busted it open.” Kody makes a horrid face turning his head from side to side.

         “Go on.”

         Kody makes one final stink eye. “Then the smelliest of smelliest crap oozes out. I mean, like, a Cadbury Egg. It was disgusting.”

         “No way. How do you know about this?” Advik crosses his arms in disbelief.

         “Well, I overheard Billy’s mom asking my mom for help.”

         “For help? Why would she ask your mom? Who is your mom? Is she some kind of witch?” Advik rapidly wonders about Kody’s mom.

         “Oh…” Kody pauses for a second. “My mom is something special. She has helped me out from time to time, you can ask Cam here, but a witch? I’ve never really asked her, but she does know a lot about the supernatural plane. I know there is a lot she doesn’t tell me, so I still have to do a lot of spying. I told ya, I’m a ninja.”

         “Whatever ninja. You’re mom’s a witch. Did she help Billy?”

         “Anyway, my mom told her that Billy must capture the rooster that did this to him. Sacrifice the chicken. As the warm blood leaves the chicken, Billy must lay an egg in the blood, then swallow the rooster’s beak.”

         “No way. Did he do it?”

         “All I know is that Billy will never talk about it, but that big, mean rooster did go missing and Old Man Colton blamed Billy for it. The cops found no evidence, and Billy doesn’t steal eggs anymore.”

         “That’s crazy, and definitely grosser than boogers and farts.”

         “KODY!” A voice yells from across the lunchroom.

         “Oh great. It’s Miss Murphy. Gotta go guys.”