UnravellingThe silence between them seemed to stretch on forever, interrupted only by the waves lapping at their soles. The moon hung frozen in the night sky, unappreciated by either of them; her gaze was cast to the invisible line that the waves wouldn't cross, and his, hidden behind his blindfold. There was no need to admire what did not exist.Unravelling5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But it persisted, lingering behind closed eyes, in the mist that the breeze carried to his skin, and in her gentle touch. It persisted though he refused to accept it as reality.
"I understand," she said with a hint of resignation, quiet voice almost muted by the roll of the ocean. Her hand squeezed his, and though she didn't receive a response, she smiled. He was making an effort to remove himself from the delusion -- just as he was trying to remove her from hers. "It's not enough, is it?"
The only evidence he was even alive was the movement of his chest with each breath. After a few beats, he lowered his head a little, and would have been glancing away
REDEEMEDREDEEMED3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tears like river flowed from my eyes, when I woke up, I realized
I say hello then say goodbye; it's hard when you are left behind.
When darkness comes and I'm alone, I am in fear soon I'll be gone
Someday, somehow that day would come; that dreadful day will surely come!
But when I look back in my life; what have I done in all these years?
I've sinned and I deserved to die. But death is what I feared the most.
I see but I seemed like I'm blind; I hear but I can't understand
I am weary, my heart is cold; but now I'll come to You my Lord.
Behold the lamb! The Lamb of God Who takes away sins of the world.
Though crucified and He has died; Praise be to God: He is ALIVE!
God gave His love to me, who sinned. He lived and died; rose from the grave.
He opened up my eyes to see. I heard my name, called out to me.
I saw His arms stretched out to save; He grabbed my hands and set me free
For He has saved me from the grave; the chains are gone, the darkness flees.
My God He saves! He saves indeed!&
KH: Meeting at SunriseRiku hesitates when he spots a figure in the distance sitting on Sora’s customary perch on the bent Paopu fruit tree. Something nudges him from the far recesses of his mind, but the name Riku calls out is Sora’s. Who else would sit there but the spiky haired brunet? He doesn’t let doubt slow his sprint down the beach and into the Sea Shore Shack. In fact, Riku finds his spirits rising terribly high as he exits the Sea Shore Shack and catches sight of black on the tree.KH: Meeting at Sunrise1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
There’s a part of him that knows this can’t be what he expects, but another part keeps him running because he knows that whatever is waiting for him on the other side of the bridge is something he wants.
When he arrives, a girl with Kairi’s and Naminé’s face, but none of their coloring is there in Sora’s stead. Her presence causes the smile on Riku’s face to fall. The smile falls not because of disappointment, but because of the confusion at the fact that
KH: 100 Fragments of Heart [1/4]1. IntroductionKH: 100 Fragments of Heart [1/4]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She was soaking wet from being washed up onto the beach and her face was smudged with dirt and tears, but he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his young four years of life.
Roxas and Naminé saw it interlaced in each of Sora's memories, seen how it incited their very creation.
He struggles to keep his eyes open as the blade leaves his chest, but he manages just long enough to see her Heart return to her and the light return to her eyes.
She knows it's him, can feel her heart pull herself to him, even if he's nothing more but a shadow of Darkness.
5. Seeking Solace
On a gummi ship out in the farthest corner of the worlds, amongst shadow and strangers, a boy caresses a charm made of Thalassa shells.
6. Break Away
On the rare occasion when Sora feels lonely after leaving Kairi for the third time, he wishes he could send Roxas back to Destiny Islands, if only to have a piece o
2. But I Love HimSometimes I pretend it's the end of the world and that him and I are the only people left. Some days I lie to myself enough to convince my head that it's the truth, and those are the good days when I can forget about school, forget about friends and forget about life beyond Kyle and I. There is no guilt then and all there is is us.2. But I Love Him2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then there are bad days when I wonder why I'm here. When the guilt threatens to choke my heart and wrench it from its socket. Those days I want to leave
But I love him.
"Where have you been?"
I look up and I wish I didn't. Mixtures of hate and concern seep in Katy's eyes and I wonder how it's possible for her to care for someone she hates I wish she'd just hate me.
"Were you with Kyle?" she asks, biting the name of her ex as though it were a bitter, rotten fruit.
"Yes." I wish the student body would devour me.
"You missed school for a week," she says and I don't know what to say. "He's not good for you." But he's good enough. "You c
KH: A Sorceress And Her KnightNaminé struggled to breathe through the black smoke that rose from the green flames that ate away at Maleficent's slain body of black and purple scales. The dark plumes filled the space of Castle Oblivion that Naminé had altered into a facsimile of a throne room she had drawn from an unfamiliar memory—though the shocked expression on Aqua's face revealed the memory's origins. Slowly, then all at once, the smoke cleared and the last flame died out, leaving only a black cloak like a scorch mark upon the beige marble of the room.KH: A Sorceress And Her Knight1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chains rattled in Naminé's mind as the scene before her superimposed another, one with gray stone and Darkness speaking through a wayward friend. The chains rattled again as a series of guttural caws reverberated from the dark rafters above, outside the now fading memory.
Naminé heard neither Roxas' comment on Maleficent's defeat nor Aqua's question about the bird call. All Naminé heard were chains rattling in tempo, pulsi
Is Anyone Out There?Is Anyone Out There?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I gaze into the sky so wide,
billions of stars floating side by side,
I think about how tiny we are,
circling around one medium star.
My mind soon drifts across endless realms,
wondering as I do "Who's at the helm?"
Is there a God who made all these things,
or nothing more than a phantom king?!
Then I reflect on my life down here,
all of my troubles, all of my fears.
If there is someone up high above,
should I send Him a prayer of my love?
Still I worry, does He truly love me?
If He is real then why can't He see,
all of this pain deep inside my heart,
threatening to tear this poor girl apart.
(so she prayed this way...)
Unknown God if you truly exist,
please bend your ear to hear my request.
I want to believe with all of my soul,
to feel your sweet love is truly my goal.
Please tell me your name, just who you are.
I'll travel the world both near and far,
to seek your knowledge, purpose and wisdom.
Please consider this child for your kingdom.
As I lay there under
ImaginationImagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When lacking something better to do,
The shunned child often delved into daydreams--
That beautiful, potent, mystical creature
That twists and weakens alongside caged minds.
Warm emerald eyes would peer down from high places,
And soon be accompanied by those of amber.
Blue and grey were soon to follow, watching with their freezing orbs,
And lastly a dull hazel would gaze tiredly at the dirt.
Fascinated by the many shapes they took,
I would wander into them and pretend they cared about my presence.
A flicking wrist would turn into a sword,
Never eating flesh or bone and never shedding Dragon's scales.
As a child that Dragon was a friend, anyway,
Who would give me tender kisses and pats at its appearance.
It's a shame we fear that gentle creature now...
And the sweet wind against bloody cheeks,
Unraveling dark brown ribbons as it lifts me higher--
Above the restraints of Earth and insecurities.
The protectors of Hades followed my commands,
Able to soothe and murmur untold secrets;
The Convenience of EqualityThe Convenience of Equality1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The topic of marriage is no stranger to Americans in recent weeks. The Supreme Court, in a 5-4 split decision, ruled that DOMA (the Defense of Marriage Act) was unconstitutional because it failed to offer homosexuals “equal protection under the law” and that the purpose of DOMA is to “humiliate” and “injure” homosexuals who seek marriage.
No doubt a number of individuals celebrated the ruling, happy, perhaps, to see the archaic edifice of ‘traditional’ marriage burn and establish a sleek and modern “marriage” in its place. Many rejoiced at the new building, but many of us looked on and asked to see the building plans.
Arguments for “marriage equality” are many times the product of convenient reasoning. The typical strain of equality reasoning usually goes along the lines of this: We can’t expect everyone to go by one definition of marriage, nor should the government force one view over the other. Moreover, th
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
AnxietiesI hate telling you my issues.Anxieties8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate breaking down in front of you.
I hate having to confess my pathetic little habits to get told
that I'm beautiful,
that I'm a great person,
and that everything's going to be okay.
I hate being told the same thing everytime,
and not being strong enough to believe
that it's entirely true.
I hate having to be reassured constantly
that I'm not doing anything wrong,
that I'm worrying for nothing,
that despite my anxieties
you still accept me,
you still love me,
and that you're proud of me.
I don't want to bother you.
I don't want to burden you.
I don't want to scare you off.
So I'll hide.
I'll hide behind a mask.
Now you know why I'm always 'fine',
and why I'm always tired.
Living with Manic DepressionJanuary 25, 2013Living with Manic Depression2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm dating this because I want to be able to look back on it in the future to see if anything has changed for better or for worse. I know there are a lot of you who don't know what's going on with me, or don't quite understand it, but that's why I'm writing this. Sometimes you'll ask yourself, "why did Reitanna say this?" or "why does Reitanna feel so down?" "What happened to Reitanna?" Well, I'm about to tell you in length what is going on. People who read this who have the same thing will understand completely. People with nothing like it will be confused and sort of scared. It's a natural feeling. But after everything, I'm not ashamed to admit that I have Manic Depressive Disorder.
Manic Depression and Bipolar Disorder are the same thing. However, I like to refer to it as Manic Depressive Disorder because a lot of times, people (including me) will use the word "bipolar" as a joke, like when I say, "the weather in Southern California is almost as bipolar as I am." Wh
Is There a Purpose in Life?Is There a Purpose in Life?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People coming, people going, people walking by.
Faces run together in a blur, I wonder - why?
Why am I a member of this thing called human race?
Just how did I arrive here, or am I out of place?
As the people pass me by their eyes avoid my own.
I feel as though I am someone who'll always be unknown.
A city guy, anonymous, without a friend or foe.
I wish someone would tell me, please, the way that I should go.
I sit here in my rented room and write of things sublime.
Ecstasies and fantasies and words that fairly rhyme.
In this world I'm somebody and for a little while,
I get to be the hero or perhaps a wayward child.
As I lay me down I like to think about my day.
I say a little prayer that perhaps I will someday,
understand my unique role and why I take up space.
Will I find my purpose or just die without a trace?
1. But I Love Him"I love you," he says. I look at him through the hazy mist of tobacco. I rub the lit embers into my leg, making it flicker and evaporate. The perfectly horrible sting makes me flinch.1. But I Love Him2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Really?" I ask.
I roll my tongue in my mouth and keep my gaze on his blue eyes. "What do you want?"
"Ecstasy." His lips are on mine and I'm on autopilot. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Touch.
Ecstasy might mean sex for some couples but that isn't what he wants. That comes after. When he's so in love with life, he'll fuck anyone.
"Come on," he whines after I push him softly away. Softly, because if I push too hard, I might think I'm angry.
Angry that he's an asshole who doesn't really love me and angry that I'd even think that.Of course he loves me. But if my body feels angry, my head will, too. "You're rich. You can get some."
"My father's rich and he hasn't visited in ages."
"So you visit him." I rub the cigarette harder against my thigh, digging a hole and failing to
MenaceTick. Tock. Tick. Tock.Menace2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Silence lay heavy in my grandparents’ house; it always had. In the dim and musty cavern of the den, a stray shaft of winter light speared the shadows, dust motes moving sluggishly in the colloidal suspension of time. Only the slowly-swinging pendulum of the grandfather clock marked Change’s wake, commemorated the fallen hours of afternoon.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I turned another page in my novel, the crisp sound of paper loud in the empty room. My family would be returning in another day, with all its tumbling rambunctious cacophony, like a circus let off-leash; as much as I missed them all, I was uncomfortable envisioning so much noise and color and motion invading the quiet, orderly stasis I had become accustomed to. Nothing had changed in this place for decades. The burn-scars on the carpet, the worn upholstery of the furniture, the cast copper horses on the clock — all was as it had been since long before I was born. A small creature gone
On 2-8-0's and Super CarsOn 2-8-0's and Super Cars4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Cumberland A. B. & Southeastern Railroad Company, or Model Railroad Co. for short, is a shortline that runs between St. Louis, MO and Nashville, TN. It is owned and operated by Ron Falco, who goes simply by "The Controller." The railroad runs a hodgepodge roster of equipment.
One of those locomotives is an ex ATSF Consolidation. His name is Miguel. He has a bit of a naïve personality similar to that of an inquisitive child, and often asks questions that come as common sense to the other locos. Nevertheless, Miguel isn't incompetent, and is usually tasked with small freights and local commuters. Miguel is best friends with Mike, and the two can often be seen talking together when they aren't busy.
On one such day, the topic of derailments came up between the two.
"So, what's the most terrifying accident you've ever had?" asked Mike.
"I can't answer that," stated Miguel proudly. "I've never crashed."
"I find that a bit hard to believe," Mike said sarcastically.
"What's that supp
Threads of PartingThreads of Parting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Threads of Parting
Crooked lines and rocky roads align my feet
The cruel threads of parting into the hunger of the night.
Like a wind that caresses my naked flesh under the clinching sunlight
Leaking the beauty of the stars, grasping but unmoving.
Drowning under the currents of a calm clearing, the soul of one leaving behind.
The rain... the only burden so ever sweet.
Whispers of broken mortals leak and disappear
The eternal hope, the pure life in the obscurity...
Where lingers the cruel thread of parting
The burnt of passion and hate unfolds
Under the beauty of immunity, I long your vitality
The object that I fear, the spirit I bid farewell
In comfort of lightning and storm, I sleep in peace
My body drifting in the eternal slumber of time.
Tormented flames scented of death and decay
Decline high in the cruel threads of fate.
Desires of withered autumn leaves dance and weave
The blossom of one love, fiery in the sea.
In the threads of eternal parting, I am the weaver of age
reprisereprise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words tossed gently
on a spinning river top
sink as stones to rise again
and kiss the break of day.
resurface, ripple, and repeat.
KH: 100 Fragments of Heart [4/4]76. Broken PiecesKH: 100 Fragments of Heart [4/4]7 months ago in Romance More Like This
She keeps breaking the shells in her attempts to pierce holes in them, but she refuses to stop trying until she makes a Thalassa charm to keep him safe.
Kairi jumps at the chance to spar with Sora, partly to show him what she's learned and partly to see how much further she has to go to catch up to him.
Sora held out the small bottle to Kairi, who only shoved it back at him and replied, "Who in their right mind willingly drinks from a bottle that says 'Drink Me'?"
Kairi and Sora sit on opposite sides of the table with rumbling stomachs, a single slice of cake between them, and a mutual desire for the other to eat the treat.
He was face to face with her—just a bit of space between them from where he sat in the ocean water and where she stood on the sandy shore—and all he could manage were the first words that popped into his head: "I'm home."
81. Pen and Paper
He's a blur
the easiest thingSometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.the easiest thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix anything, I'd drive halfway across the country just for another chance. I'd give my last breath if you wanted it, but you don't so I'm rerouting a new course that doesn't keep diverting me into these endless turns of unrequited love. I'm finding a different way even if it means giving up this map and forgetting all my plans. This is what forgiveness s
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Unorganized ReligionUnorganized Religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise the invisible
Because He cannot hurt you
Listen to the man
and do as he says
to avoid a fiery end
to keep you sitting up straight
You think you are willing
Because your daddy said so
Don't you wanna see mom again
Tie your hair up tight
and close your knees
Smile with your teeth
your jaw tight
What you say is wrong
So listen well child
and I'll tell you how to live.