“Meelo”, a poem by Charles Mabe / BoxOrphan

Meelo was a tiny kit
Who lived inside a box
Every night he curled up there
Between a pair of socks

His home was on the sidewalk–
On joint of First and Pine
A bustling little downtown that
Was busy all the time

Meelo had no mom or dad
He had nobody there
He didn’t own a thing except
The diaper he did wear

Can we learn from where he came?
The world may never know
All he knows is him and box
Come sun or rain or snow

But people always pass his way
Sometimes they give him hugs
Sometimes they play, then wish “good day”
To Meelo of the box

Meelo seemed a happy tot
He takes it on the chin
The mystery of his existence
Never bothered him

Every other day or so
A special friend would come
A complete and total stranger
Would come and pick him up

Maybe they would take him over
To the ice cream shop
Or maybe to the hospital
To give him a check-up

Perhaps today would be the day
That he would see the zoo
Play at the park, or see a show–
Every day was new

And every night he’d be brought back
Sleeping like a babe
And placed lovingly in his box
Alone to end his day

Meelo never had to beg–
Did not even know how
People were just kinda there–
Strange as that may sound

Sometimes the rain would make him cry
Sometimes he would feel sad
But the kitten did quite well
Without a mom or dad

He never was too hungry
He never was too cold
Somehow he survived everything
And often was consoled

How did Meelo’s life make sense?
No– how was he alive?
Does not the tale of Meelo seem
All a bit contrived?

Well, that is how the story goes
When writing from your needs
You want to show a feeling
You need to share your dreams

Art does not need to make sense
It needn’t be explained
The feelings and the themes are there
Be love or hope or pain

And when you create from your needs
You give yourself some love
And you don’t know if what you make
Will help another one

So please cut loose, accept yourself
And love the art you make
And know that it is worth your love
Whatever path you take

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BoxOrphan’s Fiction Database: Blue Oliver

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26907208/

 

This information is fictional and used in writing and RP. Feel free to use this idea in your work, but please point back to me for where you got the idea! ^^

A Blue Oliver is a species and a type of “twist”, which is a parentless, genetically-engineered hybrid creature mixed from three or more animals from various families in the same class (for example, a mouse, a rabbit, and a fox are all mammals from different families). All twists are created “by hand” in a lab, are experimental, and have not reproduced or been bred. There is probably only one of each twist. Most twists are named with an adjective and then “Oliver”, referring to Oliver Twist. After a twist is created, further work is often done in order to give it various special traits, often compared to super powers.

A Blue Oliver is a mix between a rabbit, a fox, and a ferret. The only one known to exist was created to test mixing two sets of previously-shown-successful traits that can potentially be at odds with each other. Half of this Blue Oliver consists of the traits of a perfect, unaging toddler child fit for selling to would-be-parents for a high price (or selling for other sinister options, though I keep my works from explicitly stating such. I just mention it because I am BoxOrphan, and I write about healing from abuse, abandonment, and existentialism). The other half of him consists of traits of a supersoldier genius agent, as he has super intelligence, combat adaptation, strength, and leaping, as well as the inability to be permanently harmed from impacts and pierces.

This Blue Oliver’s genius mixed with his childishness and curiosity made him highly eccentric. While he is very sincere and sweet, he is intellectually-energetic and it was hard to keep him focused and loyal. Of course, this only made him so much more adorable; but the facility saw him as useless and possibly more dangerous to their secret-keeping. If he were more reserved, focused, and loyal, that would have been different. He would have been at least capable of hiding in plain sight during espionage…

This Blue Oliver is sensitive to noise and appears to have autistic traits. He wears a set of noise-dampening earmuffs with a puzzle piece symbol (the traditional symbol for autism, just to give it away visually) on the ears.

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