Soul Fire Chapter 37Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficSoul Fire Chapter 37 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 37: Rebirth
The girl poured over the finely written words, trying to memorise every single one. She thought she must have read the lengthy scroll end to end a dozen times in the last week. Every morning and evening she would retreat to her room, take out the scroll and med kit and try to learn everything she could. She had to learn it all, she told herself. The drive she had lost when her life had been turned upside-down had now returned, stronger than ever. She needed to be strong if she wanted to walk with him.
Hinata paused when she came to a particular sentence. Her brows kinked as she carefully read the words, trying to decipher their meaning.
'Excessive accelerated cell regeneration may result in temporary reduction in foreign chakra tolerance limits due to degradation of outer membrane integrity and weakening of base protein structure'.
There were a few passages like this that had been giving her trouble. She wracked her brain
Soul Fire Chapter 13Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficSoul Fire Chapter 13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Don't panic. Just don't panic.' Hinata told herself as she walked down the street alongside the blonde haired boy. 'He asked everyone to come. So just because it's only the two of us, it doesn't mean it's a... date!' She tried to fight down the rising warmth in her cheeks, and failed miserably.
"Hey, Hinata, are you there?" the boy asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?" Hinata snapped out of her thoughts. She'd been so busy trying not to pass out, that she hadn't noticed he'd asked her a question.
"I said, where do you want to eat?" Naruto repeated.
"Oh... uh, I thought you were going to decide. Because you um... i-invited me."
"Yeah but I chose last time, so it's only fair that you get to choose," the boy said with a broad grin. "We can eat anywhere you like. And don't worry, I'll pay for everything."
Hinata's heart fluttered a little. 'He's paying? No, it's still not a date. Just because he's paying, it doesn't make it a d
Soul Fire Chapter 36Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficSoul Fire Chapter 36 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 36: Her strength
Hitomi wasn't really paying much attention to the book in her hands. She took another glance at the sleeping girl as she turned the page. The rest of that night had passed peacefully, though the snow haired woman hadn't gotten another minute's sleep. Her eyes wandered over the same sentence for the fifth time without actually reading it. She snapped the novel shut with a heavy sigh and laid it aside.
The mid morning sun filtered through the leaves and poured into the infirmary, illuminating the girl's soft, pale face. Hitomi sat forward in her chair and groaned quietly. 'What am I going to do?' she asked herself yet again. 'I've got to help her, but I don't know where to begin. She's just so messed up in so many ways. I'm pretty sure I can fix her body, but her spirit...'
'Not exactly our area of expertise, is it?'
'The poor kid's not taking the transition very well. Getting dragged away from her home, her
Soul Fire Chapter 40Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficSoul Fire Chapter 40 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 40: A little secret.
"Okay guys, I think that'll be enough for today," Hitomi announced. She picked up her sleeveless hoodie and made her way toward the tree house.
Both teenagers gratefully stopped their exercise routines and dropped down on the nearest rocks, breathing heavily. Hitomi had been pushing them harder each day. They'd been back in training for almost a week now and things were just beginning to feel normal again.
The days training had been particularly intense. Naruto was still working on his balance, practicing katas while perching on the head of a kunai. And Hinata had been performing her new flexibility exercises every morning, noon, and evening. On top of that, Hitomi had assigned each of them a new physical conditioning program. They spent several gruelling hours every afternoon working to strengthen their muscles, bones, and chakra.
On top of all that, the sun was particularly hot that day and the usual cool mountain bre
Soul Fire Chapter 38Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficSoul Fire Chapter 38 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 38: New beginnings
The noon day sun stood high over the clearing, bringing warmth to the windswept patch of rocky ground. Hitomi looked over the two teenagers before her. She could practically feel the eagerness radiating from the blonde haired boy as he bounced from one foot to the other. He was grinning like an idiot as usual, though a little bit wider this time. She knew he was ecstatic at the thought of being able to train again. Hitomi was glad he could train again as well, if only because he'd stop bugging her about it now.
The indigo haired girl stood beside the blonde. She was looking at the ground, shuffling her feet and tugging at the hem of her jacket. She was nervous, but Hitomi also noticed a firmness in her expression that said she was eager, herself.
"Alright then, boys and girls, it's time to get to work," Hitomi announced. "You two have been recovering for about a month and a half, so you'll be nowhere near the top of your
An Army Of Artistic PurposeAn Army Of Artistic Purpose in Free Verse More Like This
Graphite floods of abstract calamities,
Varying shades of grey burning gently,
Aging and softening, eroding in time.
Paper rolls from memory to thought,
Image to scripture
It breathes the air of free reign
A melodic sense of purpose
Carrying on to
Absence of eraser use
Just scribbles and dashes
Running along the accidental collisions
Of poor thought processes brought together.
The novels that &
They're Just HopelessThey're Just Hopeless in Free Verse More Like This
Frangible lives sitting in catch-22s,
Proclaiming nothing but self-pity,
No one notices a cloudy day in Oregon,
Another thing to look through,
People know better
Kids dont' know sorrow at age 16
Just drowning themselves in a symbolic bath
Of ignorance and self-regret,
The new trend of today's youth.
Dressed in black like
an emotional funeral,
Listening to punk on MTV,
With scarred wrists,
Bleeding over a dead cat.
Smoking just to be different,
Or to cover incessant body odor,
Two birds are killed with one stone,
Love for harrassment
And loving themselves when they put their head in an oven,
Unlike rapid-onset brain tumors
It's all preventable
LustImpulses and sin surges drive me full throttle 'twards adultery,Lust in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Young and beautiful elegance in the movement, it was raw poetry,
Curses for my illegal social stand point and banded ball and chain,
Hopes and wishes followed my dreams and obsessions to fill the brain,
Everyday I show up at the same place to see her sitting,
It's an addiction and every day I tell myself "Soon I'll be quitting".
Heroin and methamphetamines depicted the lesser of horror stories,
100 percent of my being is filled with lust sick as mortuaries,
Words spill of false whereabouts to loved ones and friends,
Feelings process into OCD disorders and mental health descends,
Questioning myself constantly with shifty eyes and a damp palm.
My life suddenly reaches crescendo with eye contact and artificial calm.
Words never sounded so beautiful and feelings magnify,
Never to hear them again as my focus shifts to someone nearby.
A Night On The BeachA Night On The Beach in Free Verse More Like This
Sand and pearls crawling under sunsets,
Mellow breezes stroke across polished wood,
Time whispers into dusk with soft purpose.
Bon fires floating in the sea of darkness,
Stories make acquaintance with one another,
Life depictions and merry banter.
Stars brush against the ebony canvas,
Constellations glowing in radiant bouquets,
Tides shifting under the glow of the moon,
Blankets and embers casting flush shadows.
LostGlass tubes fill on the outlook of mysteries,Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Injured thoughts spill on personal histories,
Serums administered delicately on the eve,
Walls sway like ocean waves while blades fall from sleeves,
Spades, Aces and switches come down like rain,
Suns set on horizons then written upon inside the brain,
Blue hues shiver and course all over,
Cold smears off the skin when I'm deep undercover,
Escort the lost processes through haze and smoke
Virgins choke spitting up money until they're broke.
Trees claw on windows,
Cancer rests on trays filled with grey snow,
Midnight rests on the crest of the night,
Eyes wide open, pupils spread like its bright,
Each moment is a clip, a shake of a magic 8 ball,
Overview of the plot with a glimpse of the downfall,
Temporary insanity falls and rises,
Shadows shimmer on windows with infinite surprises,
Creativity peaks, falters, crashes, reemerges,
Blood boils over when thoughts lift and surge,
A boat on stormy waters, cutting wakes in swells,
Still awake when t
I Dreamt A YearI Dreamt aYearI Dreamt A Year in Free Verse More Like This
By Michelle Grifka
The only thing I want
is to dream like I once did
Under the cover of a bold night,
I journeyed forward
I was not,
but someone else
A new one, reborn,
and yet it was as if I had always been
and always would, until I died.
And while I wandered through this
an endless universe for me to live
I was yet not there.
If I was not there,
time had no hold on me,
thus; a year was an hour,
a month, a minute
Each night I am reborn
A different spirit
would I have no reflection,
like a vampire?
Is that who vampires were,
some dream traveler in their millennia-long night?
I cannot say, but to know,
I long for these places,
my feet long to walk those paths between stars
My heartbeats echoing between the galaxies
each night, a new era begins.
Abandoned StudioAbandoned StudioAbandoned Studio in Free Verse More Like This
Wheneve I enter that room
Something comes over me
This room holds all its past moments
Everything felt here
As my feet whisper across the hardwood floor
I see the echo of all those other feet
Tapping and leaping, brushing, pointed
Pink satin pointe shoes and black leotards
The sun from the window keeping time to
their movements and the music
The curve of graceful arms;
the slide and flow of ballet skirts
Flashing like ribbons before my eyes
The warm melody of the teachers voice
The mirror, reflecting serenity and hard work
A river of time flowing, holding me in arabesque
Moments here last forever
This is a place of dance.
IrreplaceableI have something inside meIrreplaceable in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot discard me.
I have a quality
you cannot throw me away.
I am bringing something essential here
You may not want it, but it comes with me
It is my core, the only thing that will not wilt
under the pressure of your uncaring eyes and voices.
I have poetry, song
something to give to the world, and
it will not let itself be extinguished,
even as the rest of me falls away and dies.
You cannot get rid of me.
I will still be here,
but still here, clinging grimly onto normal life,
an unwanted and grave reminder
of what you would love to move past.
I may be on the other side of the boundary
but I will always be here,
waiting for you to take it down.
a small wonderingI imagineda small wondering in Free Verse More Like This
not a face for you
But a voice to speak the words
of course from you
but I invented someone you were not
and I did not hear you speak them, but me
because that was all I had.
Now, I wonder,
as this comes to a close,
as we break off ties,
as the word flow ceases
Whether the voice created from those words
was ever really real--
Or unconnected with reality,
what I wanted to hear
I cannot see you yet
you are only in my mind.
Part Two: DesolationThe inside of the house is basically two rooms. The front has a small kitchen area and a table. The back is a bedroom. There is closet space at the side of the two-foot hallway between the two. The privy must be outside, which only makes sense. No one wants space that could be used for sleeping, eating, or storage to be taken up by a bathroom.Part Two: Desolation in Science Fiction More Like This
The sparse furniture is well crafted, but clearly old. Whats more interesting is the presence of stone. Stone has not been used as a building material for hundreds of years, and yet it forms the lower half of every wall. You look at it for a moment, then remember the wall-bridge and realize this must be the same stone, perhaps from another part of the wall, or whatever it had surrounded.
You stand just within the doorway, having closed the door so the rain wont get in. There are no leaks in the ceilingas far as you can tell, because you cant see it. It is strangely lost in shadow, too high for the candlelight t
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
Of reality.....The want never leavesOf reality..... in Free Verse More Like This
The desire never disappears
Despite the yearning
My soul desperately greaves
I yearn for his touch
The radiance of his smile
The preciousness of his soul
Reality is merely such
Distant miles abound
Wicked robbery surrounds
Cruelty of the heart
Succumbs to the sound
WordsWords are realWords in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words make it so
Words defy limits
Words come and go
Words are passion
Words are clear
Words separate memories
Words remove all fear
Words bring forth hope
Words energize our being
Words rejuvenate expectations
Words are truth, sometimes without seeing
Words can be deceptive
Words can be revered
Words can be everlasting
Words… Above all
Can be the first to bring a tear
AnimiaAnimia in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wasnt saying sorry
I just wanted to be
Why must I destroy
everything that I employ
in the growing foliage
all the fussing and the fighting
and theyll be no good night and
its all just the same
so I cannot watch this
up their wish
the way they exist
so barman pour me another drink
a non conformist
call it what you will
on the rocks with a twist
and I am just
as animic as I can take
I cant feel my veins
and I am too drained
to switch myself off
to turn myself away
I have no control
over this way
so yeh when Im going down there
Ill be down here with the fuss
and with all my fake selves
theyll be no room for us
because as somebody
trying to make it
in the world
as a boy,
as a girl
it doesnt matter
when life is only earth
and youre growing in the dirt
pretty colours do not fade
only the real
not the fake
dont up the make
up that that make
god chose you just the way
MagicMagic in Free Verse More Like This
on every lip
something cold was ripped
that was us now
we left the sun in the shade
and everybody the same
then talked of all the synical
cause the rave
so the rain is still made
on a day like this
real magic exists
to mature now
made to fit
sugar and spice wont help you
theyre the ones who delt you
so shut up
cause real magic is gold
just what you got told
when you began
so with everything cut
you can appreciate luck
this is the end.
Wander wallWander wall in Free Verse More Like This
waking up with your foot in your mouth
and we know youre crying
cause your mascara runs south
and you know
when its over
and we see you walk the walls once more
for us we write our feelings on every down for sure
but underneath it all
its written on our walls
we dont know which way were going to fall.
if only you knew the truth
like I did
when I was with you
broken nails and broken dreams
bite your tongue so you can see
stop the comotion
below the ocean
thats where I want to me
so the ocean drowns me
with my dreams
but when I wake up
I am enthrawled
my wonderful wander wall
being locked in a motel
writing with lipstick
then shouting for help
I mean it
I need you
I need to abuse
so scratch my arms
and count to ten
this feeling was as good as then
I am numb, cant feel my feet
if only I could be there to see again
but Im sitting on my wander wall
wish you were here
so you could see
from the place
that I be.
electric lifeelectric life in Free Verse More Like This
you think you
are so good
but you dont know
that I hate you
my electric life is bad enough
covered with water so I sink
mixed togetehr so I sting
well how the hell do I swim
dont think of yourself
when I dont want to
my teeth hurt
froms wearing at you
so why dont you just
run away too
Suicidal Recital- UnfinishedAs I sit watching the clockSuicidal Recital- Unfinished in Free Verse More Like This
Tic toc tic toc
Got a glock to my head
Sure wonder I ain't dead
I've said all that needs to be said
'Bout to let the water run red
Soon to meet my maker
I'm no faker when I spit this I'm real
only wish you could feel what I feel
This sense of despair
And I no longer care
This is a rare moment of solace
my warm hearts turned callous
This is my suicidal recital
and its vital you pay attention
this is a rendition of my
Of the pain in my brain
Left with nothing, nothing left to gain
allow me to refrain and rephrase
this lyrical maze
every I've been left in a daze
Wondering if this shits just a phase
bound to fade into obscurity
sitting on the jury of my own murder trial
Untitled 1Every kid from the hoods tried suicideUntitled 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Pulled a gat on an ill cat, shoulda died
Now a bonafide killer, on the run from the law
The gaping maw that these streets are
From Detroit to Dc
The crooks that run every city
have the audacity to attribute to us the ability to corrupt humanity
its insanity baling youth culture
but they the vultures
sent soldiers to the desert for oil
created within millions inner turmoil
now they bitchin bout the recoil
Untitled and unfinished 4Took a chanceUntitled and unfinished 4 in Free Verse More Like This
Made my stance
Now I'm stuck between infinity
Perhaps a sign of divinity?
I was never hell bound
Bound for the void in between
looking back my mood remains serene
How did I ever break out my old routine?
Same old scene
sitting alone in the dark
Stormy thoughts watch the lightning arc
Been marked by the devil
Soldier of heaven
Don't bother upon remark upon that irony
the agony of lacking destiny is one I know
allow me to bestow upon you the knowledge of centuries
it was the first war
my own neutrality
made me a causality
god granted me immortality
my new reality was to speak in fallacies
doomed to watch humanity
with a blind eye and a deaf ear
an ageless seer who finally broke his restraints
and can relate to those with hearts to listen
the knowledge thousands of years of humanity been missin
reminiscing back to the renaissance
Untitled and unfinished 2When they finallyUntitled and unfinished 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Make my life into a movie
how will I be played?
How will they portray me?
Will they flay my soul
Let all see the truth in my role
open the door
answer the question I'd kill for
What was I put on this earth for
I was never meant to soar
meant to write metaphors
that leave your mind sore
as if the mighty Thor had
slammed his hammer into your head
and I'm fed up with the feds
at my house every weekend
At a young age i learned to fend for myslef
pictures upon the shelf fade into sepia tones
as cyclones of angst tear through my mind
not the kind to call when your in need
never been that person
does that make me worse then others
The PressuresTruth above,The Pressures in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're in the middle,
Choosing where to go.
They seem to always be on my sleeve.
Forcing me into what to believe,
and what to be,
what to say,
and how to see.
Do what you want,
Say what your going to say.
Because as or me,
I'll turn away,
And trust in my Jesus
BrightI've got this force pressing on me,Bright in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to be all I can be.
like the world I see.
I've got my back to a wall.
I try to stand tall
but begin to fall.
I cry out a call,
but am now in a ball,
just like a rag-doll.
I look up and am blinded by a light,
that i just might
be able to win this fight
and get through my daily strife.
If only I can keep him in my sight.
I know he'll make me right
if i just give up my life.
Not Afraid To LiveNot Afraid To LiveNot Afraid To Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-Written By Jesse Bajenaru-
Not afraid to live,
Not afraid to die,
And I'm through hiding how I feel inside.
I'm caught in a world of confusion,
Watching it spin round
As I stand and don't make a sound.
They think they have sight,
But they're blind,
Only losing their minds
Until they find the one who makes them right.
How do they do it?
As his son lite my life,
I realized the world was too much for me to hold,
Too much for me to take,
My legs began to shake
As I fall to my knees.
I send out my pleas
And for the first time I can see.
Is finally in my sight.
They still get me down
And cant see this new profound
Life I have found.
But I'm never scared
Because I know you're always there.
There is nothing left to do.
Except to search for you,
To wait for you,
To lift me up,
To be with you.
The Learning SystemThe Learning SystemThe Learning System in Free Verse More Like This
A swirl of blue sweeps across my field of view
And curls upon itself, spreading into ribbons of blue wind;
A representation of the harsh icy cold.
Around the cloud of blue splashes a thousand curves of white,
Spiraling and spinning like a hurricane of spikes.
From outside I can see myself.
From outside I am not me.
I am only my head alone;
And the rest of my body is left out in the cold of my storm cloud mind.
Poor shivering numb body.
I am half-asleep and half-brilliant.
The Graveyard of LifeIn the graveyard of ambition the mists grazeThe Graveyard of Life in Free Verse More Like This
and all the children's hopes die where they stand
whilst the mist rises,
entrapping us in a world of hopeless confusion,
snaring our dreams and taking our inspirations;
The mists cover all.
They spread to even the wisest of men
and ambition turns to apathy.
"Why live?" says the man lying strung across his desk;
"Why continue?" says the grandmother with her hands upon the stove;
"Why enjoy anymore?" say the children as they collapse into the jungle gym,
"this is our prison, this is our world."
And when all is said and done only one will stand above the mists.
For he is the Everest of men.
Those who follow him down his lamp-lit road
are the rising mountains formed from chaos;
The children of the hot lava and the battling tectonic plates.
And in the graveyard of ambition a lamp is hung,
and the grazing mists clear from the hallowed grounds.
A Bed of StarsLiving in a hyperspace dream,A Bed of Stars in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spaced out until time is seen
Outside the growing glues of an endless tunnel
That reach up and suck me in like a funnel.
And then the dream begins to turn
And I, the rider, begin to learn
That time is squeezing rather tight
And is turning a life into a fright.
And so the stars burn sharp in red,
And a bundle of thorns lies on the bed,
And all the cold sweat begins to gleam
Through hyperspace unseen.
Circles of gold turn to rust;
A thousand people turn to dust.
And then the novas begin to crack
And I begin to travel back.
The novas turn into specks in the sky.
In my bed I still lie
Awakened from a hell within a dream;
Away from hyperspace unseen.
SophieSophie in Free Verse More Like This
I breathe a memory thread in.
A girl with orange hair and white skin
slipped foil secrets into my ears,
She dropped her little pills and spilled herself
like paper snowflakes into my eyes.
Her smiles ran in curly streams
Through injured heart, hands, and hairs,
Our laughter floated like feather-pillow fights
or clumps of cloud.
She deleted my freckles and fingers.
A girl with straight hair and pungent perfume
caught my tears in plastic bags to build an ocean,
She shared my seconds like jars of gold
While I wrinkled hers like apricots.
Her voice rescued me with butterfly nets
chasing dark wings outdoors,
Truth was all she breathed
into my flat lungs and fat skin.
I kissed her mouth and tasted her heart.
A girl with glittered eyes and lovely lips
splashed sunshine into my soul,
She could be a raindrop or a rainbow
with a jug of gold in her chest.
Her hand held mine on paths and streets
blocking seperation's greasy sting,
We used to watch the moon rotate
with stripped ey
Human HeartHuman Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Anti-human voices boomed in the tunnel
in the street, under steel
Carnage dropped from the air into silence,
and all became still at England's heart.
Incapable of feeling anything other than nothing
Someone personified inhumanity again
Without a face, a heart, a voice.
Click - boom was all it took
to destroy too many human hearts.
There is no reason in their world
Only self and slaughter,
They don't deserve sunshine.
Intricately charred by flameless fire
Their minds are blank, burnt black
Composed of muscle and malice
They are weak as a fingernail.
The human heart aches too intensely too often
But it's walls are thicker than skin
And stronger than a bomb fueled by silence.
The soldiers of destruction will never see our white flag
They'll see red on white and know this is England
This is strength, this is louder than their secret silence
And brighter than their shadows,
We have a face, a voice, a weapon;
The human heart is stronger when love filled.
- 8th July 2005.
Lost ManLost Man in Free Verse More Like This
A lost man walked along with me
The road I had misplaced,
He taught me proper walking
With strong boats
The kind that shame my feet.
My lost man lost his will to live
He said mine screamed too loud
Took a part for his own keep
With the knife in his mouth
He doctored my heart and left it spread to breathe.
As my lost man walked my walk
I copied his steps,
He showed me the sun and showed my the sea
We couldn't break from the pace
But broke into running and set ourselves free.
1st November 2005