God and P.e.T.A.And after many of years since He created the world, God heard complaints coming from his beloved man.God and P.e.T.A.9 years ago in Humor More Like This
"God, my neighbor has stolen a calf and is mistreating it," said the man. "I don't want any man to own and mistreat any animal. I will stick with my promise. Smite the Farmer!"
And God went to the Farmer. "Farmer, have you stolen a calf when I have given you plenty the herbs and crops to feed on?"
The Farmer looked up to God and said, "No, I haven't God. My old ox has died and I went to the trader. I saw this young calf with cuts on its barrel and sores on its hooves. I traded half my crops to save this poor animal. In return, when the calf has grown into a healthy ox, the ox will work for me in the field for the same many hours I tend to my crops. It shall be fed and sheltered like myself. And if I ever hurt this beast intentionally, may I be smited."
God understood and with this returned back to heaven.
And then years later, He heard another complaint from his beloved man.
A Fairy Tale DreamDream from the mist of time, never knew how long ago.A Fairy Tale Dream6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wish became reality, for a while it was true.
Never once wants it to end, as the time goes by.
Like an alarm by the palm, ticking away towards Dawn.
The dream was beautiful, forgotten about the dark past.
As if sleeping on gentle cloud, strawberry champagne one could smell.
Dreaming someone's dream, living in someone's world.
Wish was never one's own, selfishly holding it alone.
Never was a knight in blue, at the time believed untrue.
Like one battles for her sake, in her arms one's awake.
The battle was indecisive, knight continued to wait.
As one travels through the days, looking in the sky to gaze.
Dreaming time close to end, nightmares approach quick.
Wish turned sour for one, for his selfish desires.
Never again he came close, towards what one protected.
Like falling off a bottomless pit, never reached the end.
The fall will be painful he believed, only accept the coming break.
As the bottom became clear, knight's armor will sh
A Small Pink BearA Small Pink Bear5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A small pink bear, a gift of love
Still holds the memory
of a 'Thank you' never said
Autumn leaves slowly decending in the suns golden light
Nature falls a sleep, birds of north take flight
As the year grows older, night consumes the dawn
Unknowing, your fading.
Beloved and loving you blessed the winter born child
A small pink bear, a gift undenied
You were the earthbound angel, no hate could you wield
Yet one day, what we celebrate took you away
A small pink bear, a gift of love
Still holds the memory
of a 'Thank you' never said
Sunrise, sunset, winter, spring, summer, autumn,
Seasons pass us by, dust covers everything
while memories and sephia photos are forgotten
The children never learn your kindest smile
But even though you're gone
your kindess echoes through the ages
causing the winterborn child, now grown, to cry
she never knew how much she was like you...
But through the years
The small pink bear is still loved
It is the 'Thank You'
She could never give
Friends forever-VIEW IMAGEFriends forever-VIEW IMAGE10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're always here, by my side
In front of you I have none to hide,
You're with me when I'm sad
Your kisses keep me fed.
You bring me joy with your smile
You banish my sadness in exile,
You are tear in my eye
You're my friend until I die.
And you know I'm here for you
Whatever's wrong, I'll help you too,
I'll hold your hand in the night
To guide you back to the light.
I'll make all people to shut up
While you sleep, not to wake you up,
And I'm not a liar, look at my file
I'll conquer the world to see you smile.
BLC2 Full View PleaseBLC2 Full View Please9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Verbal silence ensued for a good 6.34 minutes before Kagome found that she could no longer take the tension. It was like she was being held where she sat by particularly strong saran wrap. Clearing her throat, she looked around for her sack, and then stood. "Since the group split up, I don't suppose any hunting can happen now."
Inuyasha blinked from his post. Hunting...all the hotel-searching and ensuing madness had allowed his mind to ignore his stomach's pleas. Now it dawned on him that neither he nor Kagome had eaten. Food. That was the perfect excuse to completely forget any of the bullshit revolving around this "akai netsu-whatever" thing. But...he did have to talk to Kagome, and for some reason looking down to answer her was much harder than usual.
"Wh...what, you didn't bring any food in there?" He stammered, glancing at Kagome's obese yellow backpack. Kagome was already sorting through her assortment of essentials.
"Anou...I think we already at most of it.."
"What? How much is
Blooming Love --Chapter oneBlooming Love --Chapter one9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nightfall in Japan's Sengoku Jidai, though it signaled the awakening of all sorts of unspeakable creatures, held a beauty unlike anything conceivable in modern times. Among all of the country's modern residents, no one could truly appreciate sunsets in this dangerous era more than Higurashi Kagome. Gone were the many brilliant lights of Tokyo that polluted the night sky to a sickly orange color. Gone were the sounds of traffic and neighbor's dogs barking, replaced by the soothing sounds of chirping crickets. The sky was a star-studded blanket of navy, covering the girl's eyes with glitter and amazement for the world around her. Kagome leaned back, letting her fingers comb through the slush carpet of dewed grass as they took the weight of her upper body. Her head tilted back, letting the tips of her dark hair brush against the blades of grass. Eyes searched the sky, trying to find patterns in the stars she could see so clearly.
Knull's RavenI haven’t felt The Great Raven for a while now. I’m still his left eye, the spirit just touching his mind, but of my Master I have not felt. No orders, so I sit and wait. Something about staying connected to him makes me relaxed, almost lazy. He isn’t anything special, just the nephew of the Captain. Still, I don’t mind staying here. He keeps himself well in line, for the most part; I feel no need to intervene.Knull's Raven1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What now? Oh, he must be talking with Lucinda. He is always happier when he does that. I haven’t talked to the raven that inhabits her for a while. Its voice is so quiet, hard to hear. Raven is often busy, keep the bargain with her. I don’t have to do much. I do hope that things remain good between nephew and Lucinda. It keeps things warm and comfortable for me. Perhaps raven will have time to talk to me later. Or perhaps not, perhaps it will remain silent to me, as The Great Raven has.
Oh, Kurr must be around. Nephew doesn’t like Kurr.
Breaking FreeBreaking FreeBreaking Free11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm trapped in the darkness,
Are you leaving me here to die?
You laugh and torture me
And strike me if I cry.
Why do you hate me so much?
Is it something I did?
Do I remind you of someone?
Or is it something I said?
You lock me up down here,
And I can't see the light.
I have no one to talk to
When I get scared at night.
What do I scare you?
Or is it some sick game?
Did something happen to you?
Is it me that you blame?
I wish for just one day,
With flowers and a breeze.
Where I could pick autumn leaves
Off the wilting trees.
What did I do to cause this?
Are you even sad?
Do you like my cries of agony?
Do they make you glad?
You cut my wrist open,
So I cried as I bled.
But you cant hurt me any longer,
Because I'm cold and dead.
The WheelThe Wheel6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When one sitting in the rain, wishing to wash away the thoughts
When people walk passing by, no one seems to notices the nights
When looking out into the clouds, the sky is crying raindrops
When hanging head down on the ground, one is shedding teardrops
Open up the eyes as one gazed, someone offered a hand
Open from the deepest pit, one stares up for the hope
Open mind reminding one of past, wonders if it will last
Open under the umbrella, one accepts the kind
Seeing the light in front, one reaches for the hope
Seeing the door in heart, one opens for the wish
Seeing the future in bright, one holds for the miracle
Seeing the world in mind, one against for obsticle
Not thinking about the past, believed it is different
Not wanting anything else, thinking this is grand
Not knowing fate of the wheel, everything will spin
Not seeing what is coming, history repeats again
Knows one not being chosen, walking out into the street
Knows the sky starts to rain, love is never easy treat
Knows this f
Nighmares"Credenza!" a terrified shout rang through the night. Breathing heavily, Raven attempted to recover himself from his last dream's scare. His winged right hand covered his heart in an attempt to slow it to a normal pace. With another gulp of air, he wiped the sweat off his brow. He told himself over and over again. He would not choose him over her. She was too valuable.Nighmares2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly unsure of himself, Raven placed his feet against the cool floor, got dressed for a brief walk, and made his way out of his room. The movement assured him and helped him to think. The nightmare had been horrible. He had been approached again and told to give up. He wouldn't dare think of doing it. He wanted nothing more than to forget him and move on with this change. He wanted to keep her safe, and not put her in any danger.
A rustling to the side caught his attention. Glancing over
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
fistful of fightfistful of fight9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like fistfuls of red
She borrowed knives from wolves
To accessorize with her own
Sat on heights
Before I became wild fire…
But as I settled as ash...
There was no phoenix to
Fill my day.
(An army that reeked of February 2006)
Powerful guns that owned
Men who had strength
That wasn't their own.
…They were pumped with fear
That made them feel
Our master plan was
To escape to an island,
And here I am;
Alone on an island,
With a War(I)saw from afar…
And a gun I withdraw
Which I sometimes call talk.
In Water WritShock and awe word flash hit like a train.In Water Writ10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Text in a shower, on a car
in a collided color-stream,
I don't want to write
the gut-wrench twist
or add a punch into my life: the story.
There is no need to shock and awe,
to scream ladybugs eat babies to girls. Or spew the damaged
remnants of my thought on them. A former love
sits down across from me at dinner, her paper is Entertainment
and I have Business plus the News, same writers, a different twist, the scream
twists at my lip.
I wanted to scream last night
to get the fuck out at those drunks who had invaded my space.
I didn't. I invited them in, I invited my old love to sit down --
I invite everyone. Everyone is involved.
I wish to howl person removing obscenities,
the way I hurled the door open
shouting 'Who is there?'
I wanted to scream: fuck.
I put pen to paper and write
like a sack of wheat on the doorstep of tomorrow.
I continue the
There is a whisper in my brain that I
Why Coyotes Cry at NightWhy Coyote Cries in the NightWhy Coyotes Cry at Night10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Long ago, as the world's first day drew to a close, there was only the moon to bring light to the dark veil of Night.
And all of the creatures, who had marveled at the wonders of the day, said "Well, the day is filled with all sorts of wonder, but Night is so dark. The clouds are hard to see, and even the moon will go away for a time, like tides." And all of the day creatures hid from the darkness, and all of the night creatures sighed, feeling that their time was unfinished, dull next to the day.
And Nature, taking to heart their thoughts, asked who we call Raven to decorate the nighttime sky, for she was a bird of twilight, awake during the day, but with midnight plumage. So Raven flew far and wide, searching for something beautiful with which she would decorate the sky. She would make the night beautiful, something which all creatures could look up and marvel at. So Raven decided to make stars, whic
Vanishing PointAnd he says, we could get away from hereVanishing Point8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the pain that's opening our eyes
Kiss the suburbs and never look back
Blank it out, fake it out
We're all just gonna vanish,
We were never really, anywhere
The glamour of running away
Flirting with the idea of freedom
You won't disappear,
I'll be there, he says
Make the world ours for once
Instead of it swallowing us
This could be the end of our days
Sitting, staring at a blank sky
We were never really anywhere
Never been close
A tear says A thousand words.A tear says A thousand words.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tear says A thousand words
but a scar says A million,
A tear shows all your sorrows
but a scar shows how you endure them.
A tear smudges your makeup
but a scar smudges your skin
A tear evaporates up
but a scar stays within
A tear dries up quickly
as quickly as it came
but a scar stays forever
until death tries me again.