Secret Identity: The Phoenix

Current Address:

The Secret Lair Under the Taco Bell

Fifth Street and Main

Gotham City, USA

Phone Number:

(543)KICKASS

Email:

Beyoncelovr42@hotmail.com

Special Skills:

Super healing powers

Immortality and the ability to return from the dead

Ability to turn into and control pure energy

Microsoft Office

Education:

B.A. in Mathematics, Harvard University, graduated 1694

PhD. in Applied Physics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, graduated 1946

PhD. in Computer Science, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, graduated 1946

Certificate in Business Administration, University of Phoenix, in progress

Experience:

Stopped the Yellowstone Super Volcano from erupting, 1788

Saved Gotham City from the evil alien overlord of Spetnak, Grelnak the Terrible, April 1789- November 1985

Prevented the Earth from being overrun by Nazi Zombies, January 1947

Found Amelia Earhart while lost in an interdimentional vortex, 1985-2000

Protected Earth from Dr. Von Evil, June 2001- Present

Started my own business, Phoenix Rejuvenating Bath and Body Lotion Company,

August 2013

References:

Shellark the Noble, rightful ruler of Spetnak

Phone number: 3.14159, frequency 2

Email: bigshelly77@etmail.com

Amelia Earhart

Phone number:

464-887-2736

Email: aearhart@yahoo.com

President Barack Obama

Phone number:

44PRESIDENT

Email: bigcheese1@usa.gov

Beyonce Knowles

Phone number:

837-283-3827

Email: sashafierce@gmail.com

Goodbye, Nobody

I don't know what to say

You've moved on with your life, and now you've gone away

Goodbye, Nobody

Dry those tears from your face

Someday you'll be in a better place

Goodbye, Nobody

I wish you well in life

Never give in, no matter your strife

Goodbye, Nobody

I hope things work out for the best

Never forget that you are truly blessed

Dissociation sits in the corner drinking a gin martini up, and I regret that I never acquired a taste. Singularity consoles me on the reclusive journey into the bowels of my mind, and I find comfort in the sanctity of its tissue.

The air is crisp in here; it feels like a funeral home before a wake, but it tastes as stale as the corpse's lapsed breath.

Visibility is minimal through the opaque ghosts crowding me, as I struggle to find anything remotely familiar. I am lost and I disrobe. And in one large gaping sweep the earth gasped, and the uprooted atmosphere brushes the hair back from my face.

I offered my ribs to pick the flesh from their teeth, and I harvested my own heart for iron.

Disembodied voices of unknown friends have returned to my bedside, and the hands of a wall clock are heckling me.

For sure, the question is what's pure.

Untainted? Untouched? Demure?

Does one bathe in bath salts tinged with gold?

Or refrain in the cloister of the fold?

Deny one's passions for divine approval?

Object, refute to deem perusal?

Purity is honest, the unscathed truth,

The blemished and shameful,

The frivolities of youth.

The swathe of the hateful,

A community of whines,

A lathe of grime,

All the time.

To bask in the glow of critical eyes,

To relive the fire of former thighs,

To connect the past with future why's,

To distract them all with present lives.

What's pure, to be sure, is nothing more,

Than the name you're fighting for,

The soul only you know so well,

Your horrible heaven, your perfect hell.

One of my most pain stricken real life writes ever.

Our lives are stuck to this screen,

Missing the parts of life that go unseen.

Living in a fantasy world of words,

Chatting away like chaotic birds.

Its really destroying the way we live,

The lack of love to our families and time to give.

An addiction of the mind,

A steady flow of a quick decline.

It's almost like a sickness,

Lurking around our minds, a pill that we don't miss.

This destruction is destroying lives,

Kids, friends and lonely wives.

What gives?

This is our era in how we live.

Check this out,

This is my next vacation, where i will be staying about.

Sharing this now,

Because someone could relate somehow.

We dwell on this fast pace time,

Just a click away, look, its so sublime.

We swim in this virtual lake,

Necks stuck downward that are about to break.

Time is leaving us,

This virtual world is really throwing us under the bus.

Time is lost, things don't ever get done,

Posting, updating, and tagging has begun.

What about time with a loved one with the screen shut down,

Ulimately we leave these sites with a frown.

It's really destroying peoples minds,

Putting them further in depression and more in a bind.

I can honestly say,

My addiction to this is more than 100 times a day.

I can't get away from this lure,

But i don't know how to find a cure.

This is my life's baby sitter,

Like i gave up on happiness and became a quitter.

I can't put it down, i have to look more,

Like OCD, continually checking a door.

I'm sucked in like a vacuum,

My mind has sailed away like a witches broom.

I need my real life back instead of this fantasy,

Anyone else out there in the same boat as me?

K.J.A (c) 2015

Meet Mr. and Mrs. Have.

Over here we have

Mr. and Mrs. Have knots

aren't they a lovely couple?

The Have's are a very wealthy couple.

Homes on both coasts, cars, Swiss accounts,

Furs, Diamonds...

Everything that money can and has bought

But they are very poor because they are selfish people and they give no love so neither do they receive it. So sad.

The Haveknot's are as poor as church mice in

the dead of winter.

No car, barely have food on the table, they save their shoes for going to church on Sunday.

However, they help out at the soup kitchen,

They work with the troubled youth after school programs to keep kids out of gangs.

And they share their love with everyone.

This makes them far better off than the Have's

ever were. For they are rich in spirit.

There are two kinds of people in this world,

Which kind you going to be?

When you meet yourself and observe from afar the construction of your life being built, there is a point you get to come up against after being challenged by the cold, cruel realities of your life. You step back a little further, and go even deeper to see what is in front of you, or behind you, what is inside of you, have you been real with you. Or, have you been fooling yourself to make the existence of an influence to your being be more honorable.

Have you portrayed an image of good character, or have you made a reflection of what you want them to see when the inner you is going in an entirely different direction.

Suffering comes from within harder then it ever has from the eyes across the room.

Being true to others is the only real act to being true to yourself, so set yourself free of the influences of the expectations of others. Behave as if this was the last moment of your time, the most precious gift you were ever given would be this one instant where you can open up yourself to a place in time where the real you meets itself head on, not to do battle with one another, but to connect and stay connected, showing only your true beauty from within.

Reflecting it outward so you may be seen as the you you are suppose to be, the one that others find an attraction to, the one where others can't help but to want a more intimate understanding of who this person is.

A person true to themselves without any hidden secrets waiting to grab you from behind, only the sense of a person who is at peace with the existance she has been given.

A peace others can find whenever they encounter the true you, and all the goodness that comes with the reality of who your true self is, and always has been. By allowing this reality to break through the barriers you have built, you become the person you know you are suppose to be, making you open to the others who encounter your presence, making you free of the doubts you have traveled with for a lifetime, THIS MAKES YOU FREE!

I wrote my manifesto

In human hearts and souls

Invested in those pages

All my aims and goals

But they shredded all the paper

And tossed it in the fire

Abandoned in pursuit

Of each his own desire

So I painted it across the sky

Brushed with gold and pink

And wrote in in the stars

Embossed in silver ink

I recorded it in waves

Surf pounding on the shore

But ears were only deafened

And eyes could see no more

Stroked their cheeks with breezes

And perfumed the velvet rose

But still they never saw Me

Smoke burning eyes and nose

In the whisper of the grassy plane

On the crags where eagles nest

In a newborn baby's cry

And in thunder, I was manifest

The world of harmony, of music

Wobbled in its orbit

They couldn't read the manifesto

But instead chose to ignore it

Stepping off a balcony of stars

I clothed myself in flesh

To die the human death

Perhaps in this...

Love may manifest

1. Determine what type of the three basic YA novel types you are in:

a) If you are "not like other girls" and suddenly the hottest guy in school starts paying you attention, you are in the High School Romance novel. Just try to be upfront and honest, follow your heart, and you'll be okay.

b) If you suddenly manifest powers and/or discover a world in which everyone seems to know about a prophecy that might concern you, you are in a Chosen One novel. Stay tuned for further instruction.

c) If you suddenly find yourself being the only one who can see the manifest flaws in a broken system where the ruling elite control an impoverished normal class, you are in a Dystopian Novel. Stay tuned for further instruction.

2. So everything is on your shoulders, you're the symbol of the revolution or the One who will fix everything. That's a lot of stress, huh? Make sure that you have an obscure, hipster-ish hobby that you do on the side to help you cope. Examples include:

-archery

-sword fighting with your dreamy potential love interest

-underwater basket-weaving

-distributing food to the oppressed poor. 

These may seem a bit strange and outlandish, but trust me, they will be useful a a critical moment in your plot- er, your life!

3. Being a teenager is hard. Trying to save the world makes things harder. Trying to choose between two (or more!) Byronic and brooding teenage boys? Nearly impossible. Here are a few tips to make that choice a little easier:

-If he watches you while you sleep, stares at you constantly, or makes guilt-tripping comments to try and grab your affections, he is bad news. Stay away from this guy unless the raw passion seduces you against your will into making out with him for page after steamy page.

-If he is from your old life, sweet, and adorkable, ditch him. He is obviously not as dreamy as the dark and mysterious white guy who keeps giving you murder eyes. This guy will also likely get over you very quickly with another girl from this new world you've discovered. 

-If he is your social, military, or corporate superior, chances are he has got ties to the evil you are trying to fight. Fall in love with him anyway though, so you can reel at shock at his betrayal afterwards. 

Romance is tricky. Try to prioritize the lives of innocents over airing your drama.

4. We cannot possibly cover all of the different challenges you will face on your journey. You will meet a litany of people, so it is important to know friend from foe. 

a) The Token- Everyone loves diversity, right? When putting together your ragtag band of friends, try to have one friend of color. Not more than one though, or else it might be too hard to tell them apart. If there are suspiciously few ethnic people in your region, find a gay guy. Not a lesbian though, because she might be seen as a potential love interest, and probably will be killed off partway through the story. 

b)The Joker-This is your comic relief. Always ready with a quip and a quote. Likely has some sort of tragic backstory, and will likely die in a tragic manner. Prepare a funeral speech centered around his one true quality, his sense of humor.

c) The Frenemy- This girl likes your guy. She is often cool, confident, sexy, and 100% more qualified than you in every way. And yet you are the main character, so sit back, and relax. Eventually, she will grudgingly admit that you earned the guy, the gig, and the glory, even though you really haven't.

d) The Villain- This person is the head of the Society that you find corrupt. Or they are the head of the school you are learning to control your powers at. Or they are the head of a syndicate of ambiguous Evil that you must stop. The point is they are an adult in power, so they must be stopped at all costs. Watch for subtle foreshadowing around them, like adherence to strict rules, approval of social norms, and their nerve to tell you to keep your nose out of other people's business. Conservative in values, they clash with your vague liberalism in a way you cannot stand. 

In your YA adventure, you will find acceptance, heartache, love, and glory. You will peak at sixteen years old and live happily ever after if you succeed. Or you will go out in a blaze of glory for no point or purpose. It's up to the author really. Just try and live your life by morals that manifest overnight, and forget those morals a few days later. Oh, and miscommunication is key. Nothing better than cheap conflict! Best of luck!