OpenIf I opened my heart just like a book,Open7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how would you see me? Would you even still look?
Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there?
Would the honest me be just too much to bear?
If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind.
Told you my secrets let all of you in.
Would you still look at me kindly, even still care?
Would you hold my hand gently and still be there?
If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear,
with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear?
If I was to cry and fall down on my face,
would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace?
With all of my faults laid out to see,
could you accept them and love them honestly?
The price you would pay seeing me under the light,
all the imperfection's and scars no more out of sight.
If you knew me, all of me, open and whole,
would you still say you love me, with all of your soul?
Would you look at me, the same as you do,
when you think that you know me,
when I know that's not true.
Kaa companyDeep in the jungles of India rested one of the most fantastic and massive serpents of all time. The mighty snake's name was Kaa, who not only had almost 50 feet of thick, muscular coils that no land animal could resist, but held the fabled power of hypnosis. With his hypnotic abilities he could turn the most fierce fighter into a drooling slave. Kaa particularly enjoyed doing that with his food, right before swallowing it whole and still alive. But in the canopy of the rainforrest he was quite full, and wouldn't need to eat again for a time. Kaa was, unfortunately, bored at the moment. He lay curled up in loops among the tree branches, watching flies lazily.Kaa company6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Hmph... Why mussst the jungle be sssso boring?" he wondered, his tongue flicking lazily. But then something caught his attention. A faint odor was in the air, something very distinct. Kaa raised his large head, flicking his tongue more rapidly now, his curiosity piqued.
"What isss thisss?" Kaa murred to himself, smiling a bit. The
1847 -Part 1She sat on the church pew, her head resting on her hands. Her dark hair was loose and matted, the dress she wore stained. Voices muttered around her, though there were very few people in the church.1847 -Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Miss Catherine?" A low voice called out, echoing throughout the building. The girl lifted her head slowly, as if the effort was nearly too much. Her hazel eyes looked for the source that had spoken her name, finally locking on a young man.
"Hello, William," she addressed him as she recognized the tall man. Feeling a tear escape her eye, she quickly wiped it away.
"Is anything wrong, if you don't mind me asking?" He questioned, sliding into the wooden pew beside her.
"My mother died today," she replied, her tired gaze switching from William towards the front of the church. "Fever finally took her."
William nodded slowly. "She'll be in a better place than this," he said in an attempt to comfort her.
"I want her here, William," she muttered, turning to face him.