UntitledStarting a story..here's a rough copy of what I have so far... not muchbut..., yeah
"There isn't much left to do here, Caprice. Let it go. We must move on."
Her heart is sinking. Her breath, a whisper. How had she gotten here? Of course she knows. Nothing on Halla given earth could change her thoughts, her feelings, her memories. Given a way to cleanse her mind of unpleasant hindrances, she would undoubtedly cave. Most likely, the very idea of such is keeping her here, keeping her sane. Though words flow through her consciousness and sounds alarm her awareness, she knows not what is circling her, but what is sending her stability to a final tumble. How had she gotten here?
Caprice could not remember the last time she woke up happy. Maybe it had been when she was newly 6 years old, celebrating with her new found friend, Brindle. Better yet, when she held Draken in her hands for the first time, planing out her new duties as "big sissy". Better yet, when Clayton wa
To My Almost-Lover.What used to be was formidable,To My Almost-Lover.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Never second guessed;
They knew I wasn't capable,
So I never stressed.
Desires smoothly saturated,
And easily dismissed;
I never knew the struggle
Of having to resist.
Devil, crown the fornicator,
For I will always be king;
I hold this status prisoner and whisper,
"Hail the dusk to which my deeds may always cling."
What is left today is pity,
Not a person is at all pleased;
I was never one for amity,
My relationships were always diseased.
The one I hold now is uncertain,
And never will belong to me,
I am but his friend,
And that is all I will ever be.
I hold near my almost-lover,
And closer my remorse
I never imagined this happening;
Protestingly drawn in by this force.
What I need is a splash of time to be
Away from this disease
Nameless, dear, you call this friendship
And I am agreeing to appease.
Not only is this aching,
I must admit, it hurts;
It is something you're awakening,
What this sentiment exerts.
You must admit you're fighting it;
It's easy t
For every boy I ever kissedi.For every boy I ever kissed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.
you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.
you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.
you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).
eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us again.
i don't miss those guitar-player fingers
you wrapped me 'round. i loved enough for you
until i realised you didn't love me.
we fell into our love by accident
and like one, there were some fatalities
when you said you loved me using her name.
opposites attract. i fell hard for you.
you kissed me in starlit castle ruins.
Case Study: The JokerCase StudyCase Study: The Joker3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alias: The Joker
History: The Joker is one of Gotham's best known criminals, and has had many encounters with the Batman, which he has lost. He has been institutionalised within Arkham Asylum several times, and each time psychological treatment has failed. He has escaped from the Asylum many times and is regarded as being a 'hard core' psychotic.
Observations: Over a period of months, observations made of the Joker have indicated several important points to note. The Joker is quick to change his moods and can act very erratic. However, moving past all of that and thinking beyond the actions that the man performs, it is clear enough to see that the mind is very logical. The Joker's plans are well thought out and logical, if only one looks hard enough. The end of each plan, even if it ends up with a sojourn in Akrham Asylum, usually means the original aim has been completed. With a nature such as that of the Joker, if it was not, then he would not sit and wait wi