PolaroidPolaroid in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Words have never been enough. Thoughts, emotions, actions! No, I've never been able to find a way to tell you other than trembling and countless tears of resentment; bitter and too painful to bear. I know you never saw it. I know you never knew it. The edge was getting ever closer to me, so close I could already sense the explosive aftermath that would ensue. It was already clear to me; but then I was pulled back and dragged up; only to face the prison you put me in. Myself.
I know I hid it, pushed it away into a closet; locked and hoped never to be opened or released. You probably thought it was all a game. 'Don't worry, she'll come back to life, she'll step back outside and we'll find her.' Well this time, it took longer, it hurt more; and I couldn't hide how much you hurt me this time.
I didn't want to show the world who I was after that. I didn't want to let them know I was hurt, damaged, a dropped vase with lack of superglue. I didn't want to let them see how bright the b
Vampiric Angel...Vampiric Angel... in Free Verse More Like This
Is it because of the scars you left me with?
Or the nightmare that haunts me every night
Perhaps it's the memory of you,
That made me this bad,
That got me this messed up,
Is it the things that you told me?
Or the kisses you planted on my skin
Maybe it's the emptiness you left me with,
When you ripped my soul from me.
Maybe that's what made me this bad
And got me this messed up,
Is it the things you said we'd do?
Or the hollowness in your promises
It might be the person you where hiding within
Is that how I got this bad?
Is that what got me this messed up?
It's because of the pain you left me in
It's because of the sorrows I feel each and every day
It's because of the heartbreak that tortures me inside
It's because of the darkness that I'm a vampiric angel....
Our Mascara Story...Our Mascara Story... in Free Verse More Like This
We wake up every morning,
Put on the face that'll get us through this day.
Think about the misery that's to come,
It's gonna be all work and no play.
We see his face; it makes us smile,
And dare to think of tender moments we shared.
His face isn't happy, he brings bad news,
It's over between us, and we're upset we even dared.
To think it would work out,
It all ends in tears, and we shout to the world,
Screaming, as if we know what it's all about,
But we don't and we know that it all ends in tears.
So let's write our own mascara story,
Of how it stains our cheeks,
Yeah, let's write our own mascara story,
Of how we spend our weeks.
Come on, let's write our own mascara story,
And tell everyone how we feel.
Of confusion and of heartbreak, of how it seems to be real.
Let's write our own mascara story,
We know we can get over this,
Help me write our mascara story,
And we'll get another first kiss.
Do you want to write our mascara story?
Just answer me this,
Weeks later, we're doing the same
For you my dearest LintuFor you my dearest Lintu in Free Verse More Like This
For You My Dearest Lintu
The lights aren't on
Wanna stay in the darkness, I do not fear
All hope is gone
Wish it would all go away,
So I'm left with nothing but you
I don't know why I need to stay
Loveless and lonely,
I want nothing but you
As I bring myself to look,
Into your purest green eyes,
You understand the energy it took,
To come away from the skies.
You dragged me and pulled me,
Almost ripped my heart out,
You helped to make me see,
That there is still one way out.
I thank you dearest Lintu,
But I fear it's not enough,
My lonely heart, it yearns for you
And yet, I know it will be tough.
The road is never smooth and dry
I promise you now, I will try
For you, my dearest Lintu,
For you, my dearest Lintu.
Gone Grey....Gone Grey.... in Free Verse More Like This
Are you afraid to love me?
Or is it just that I've gone grey?
I can't feel a thing; oh can't you see,
There's nothing left to say
Behind those emerald eyes,
I can see you're hurting too,
You refuse to speak and look to the skies
Cloudless and perfect blue
Why don't you mesmerise me anymore?
With your melodic and entrancing voice,
You threw me down here to the floor,
And I know now I have no other choice.
But to leave you now seems wrong,
Because though I have gone grey,
Colour still remains in your song.
I shall return to colour someday.
And yet you see I am, lying here,
In my dull and lifeless grey,
The time has come to loose the fear
And cease the colourless play
We lost our spark and our time is done
Though your colour still remains
I've gone grey through lack of fun,
And lack of love running in my veins,
It's killing me just knowing,
That you don't love me anymore,
And though it isn't showing,
It's you I was searching for
So my love I ask you one more time,
Too Good To Be Bad...Too Good To Be Bad... in Free Verse More Like This
Heaven doesn't want me
Hell won't take me
I'm cast out from both sides
Never to return
I'm an angel with no place to go
I'm a devil roaming free
I'm confused within my soul
And I wish that you could see
The poison you left within me
Died long ago
It couldn't stay; it had no place
But it doesn't matter now
Cause heaven doesn't want me
And hell won't take me
I'm too good to be bad
Too bad to be good
DINTOA - Chapter 4DINTOA - Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
We pulled up a couple of streets away so as not to arouse suspicion or give anything away. As we turned onto the street where Gerard lived, I allowed myself to feel a little happy. Perhaps this was the new beginning I'd been waiting for.
When we went in the house, an instant sense or warmth could be felt. The walls were a cool, but loving cream colour with countless pictures of Gerard and another boy who I assumed was his brother. As Gerard took my coat from me and hung it up, his mother came downstairs carrying a tray with a bowl and mug on.
"Trust Mikey to get ill on your first day of school eh Gerard? Oh, who's this?" she asked, pointing to me.
"Mum, this is Tori. She's a friend from school." Gerard explained. I smiled and we shook hands.
"Your father's in the kitchen making dinner Gerard, I'll go tell him to put extra on for Tori OK." Gerard's mother said as she went through to the kitchen. Gerard and I went through to living room and sat down.
Dinner droned on so
Suicide DaysSuicide Days in Free Verse More Like This
Creep ever nearer.
We feel it in our hearts,
The depression's creeping in.
The grip on life,
Running away from us,
Creep ever nearer.
We know it in our minds.
The pain taking over us.
Stealing our sanity from us
Crushing our minds,
Changing our lives
To something we'll always hate.
Creep ever nearer.
Scare us into insanity.
Depress beyond recognition.
Are almost upon us.
Creep ever nearer,
Until they are upon us
We've lost control.
Oh suicide days.
Cold and lonely suicide days,
We drown in the taste
Of those suicide days
Bittersweet suicide days,
Suicide days are now upon us,
We see no way out
No escape of the cold
Bitterly cold suicide days,
The life we now know.
The life we now call
From our insane little mindsFrom our insane little minds in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, hippos roamed about in pyjamas and roller skates. There were butterfly people fluttering in the ice-cream filled skies, asking for a cone to take it all up. However one night, a big fluffy white cloud took over the sky and said
"You're not getting digital TV anymore, you lot can have cable!"
So the butterfly people went to the troll under the bridge and asked him to climb up the tallest tree so he could reach the highest mountain so he could step onto the tallest tower and shift the cloud away. But the troll was busy eating little Miss Muffet for his tea. The butterfly people stepped on the troll and gave him two big shiny coins made of candy cane but the troll continued eating Miss Muffet. So they said
"We're going to get the big bad wolf and have little red riding hood hit you over the head with her handbag.' The troll ignored them so they went and did exactly as they said they would.
But instead of getting red riding hood, they got the gr
Lonely DayLonely DayLonely Day in Horror More Like This
Her life was full of loneliness, and it was bitter, but she didn't mind it. No, she just lived with it. She lived through the long days and nights as the loneliness echoed around her apartment, making her look all around her, but causing her to see nothing. It seemed to haunt her but she didn't care, she didn't bother to try and remedy it. It was part of her life, her morosely haunted life, but life all the same.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…
Rain, coming to wash away the sins of yesterday and make it clean again. Make it all better. For all she had the windows open, the gale blowing in with rain collecting in puddles on the laminate floors, she could not tell whether it was the kind of rain she had expected; the kind of rain that truly did wash away sins and refresh you for the next day to come. Or maybe it was a sickening rain, which bathed you in sins threefold stronger than those that were already implanted in your mind, maybe.
There were no lights on in the apa
Mal'ah - HebrewמלאךMal'ah - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
הלילה ארוך כל כך
ואני לא אוותר
על אותה נשיקה אחרונה
שחשבת לתת לי
חכה, אל תלך
תן לי לנשום אותך
עוד שאיפה אחת ממך
אני לא יודעת מי בוכה בי
אישה בודדה או ילדה מאוהב
23.09.2007 - mostly hebrewלבד23.09.2007 - mostly hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
גם עם בן זוג
ועוד אחת למזכרת
כולם הרי אותו דבר
אני רק זכרון ישן
דמות עירומה במיטתם
רק עוד אחת
Ve'ani Levad - Hebrewואני לבדVe'ani Levad - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
תלויה בין שמיים וארץ
ממטירה ענני דמעות
ומדי פעם ערפל מחויך
של תקוות ישנות
תופרת כנפי אשליות
למלאכי השאול התמימים
שחלקו את שמי
עם בת צחוק מהוססת
שעברה בריקוד אדמ
Hebrew PoemsהאבירHebrew Poems in Free Verse More Like This
בדד יצעד לו
מוקף באור ויופי
דומם יפסע אל
בשריונו אין דופי
פרחים ישליכו אז
מריעות מעל חומה
נשיקות יפריחו אל
בעת זריחת חמה
יסיר את קסדתו
The Price of a SinBe joyful, mortals!The Price of a Sin in Free Verse More Like This
You're now free to sin
You have no god
To watch from within
Stop your prayers, fools!
There's no watch from above
You can be unjust
You can kill the dove
Come to me, mortals
I will be your leader
Don't stop to think now
There's nothing to consider
Feel the flames, fools
To the pimp you've sold your daughter
You obeyed Satan's orders
Now you're mine to slaughter
Panica - HebrewפאניקהPanica - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
Al Arba - Hebrewנופלת שנית לקרקעAl Arba - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
דם לוהט מטפטף
בין שדיי הקפואים
מהחור הגדל בחזי;
יצור אבן קר
דוקר אותי מאחור
וחלום חייכני וזוהר
מושך אותי הלאה
אני נעמדת על ארבע
זוחלת לעבר החלום
Pe'ima - Hebrewחבק אותיPe'ima - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
כמו לא חשת
מגע אנושי מעולם
אני כהד עמום
מבקשת רשות כניסה
למקומות חבויים מעין
Veshuv - HebrewושובVeshuv - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
אני כואבת את כאבם של אחרים
דומעת את דמעותיהם
ולבי שלי מתרסק בדממה
דמי מגיע אלי מגופם
משוטט כזר בגופי הדואב
ומרעיל את נפשי התמימה
אני קומצת אגרופי
והולמת בתחושת הבדי
classclass in Free Verse More Like This
at a far remove
sculpted face, glowing skin, resplendent smile
elegant posture, fine clothes
in lush quiet ambience
of a spacious house
at a far remove
early recognition bestowed without much struggle
serendipity of success
likely inner peace
jostling through the crowds
sweating it out
if only to make a voice heard
in the deafening din around
then to be drowned in anonymity
join the majority
at a near remove
interim requieminterim requiem in Free Verse More Like This
gates open at 3 a m to the beach of failures
countless pebbles of all shapes sizes colours
traceless years of marginalisation
untried adventures, unseen lands, untraveled roads, unexplored cities, uncharted rivers
unspoken words, unreturned gestures, unshaken hands, unrequited infatuations
unwarranted rebukes, unresolved guilt, unavailability of confidantes
a life half-lived
personal shortcomings, social conditioning, duty obligation loyalty
improbable aims, conspiracy of times, wheels within wheels, twisted perspectives
throw darts to question why
never to hit the bulls eye
deprivationdeprivation in Free Verse More Like This
so many loci
land, water, food, health, money,
sex, communication, peace
lucky ones can acquire
a suitable degree of imperviousness
yoga, scientology, chat-rooms, organics, love, religion
less lucky unite
hoping to upend the clubs
least lucky inhabit the loci
denial is the best policydenial is the best policy in Free Verse More Like This
deal only with the external reality
deny the internal one
abdicate the internal-implied responsibilities
forsake its decision-making
if unresolved issues are never going to be resolved, let them bloody pester
though they have a tendency to spread their venomous tentacles to the body
denial has to work.
real wallsreal walls in Free Verse More Like This
withdraw from the delusional
they are self-made and deserve the riches
they are victims of the system
they are so special that it takes substance abuse to finish them
their country is god's gift to humanity
their religion is the best
their religion justifies violence
withdraw from the illusional
work is its own reward
body is a temple
love means sacrifice
relationships are sacred
no wonder so many are islands,
hermits and recluse
they didn't create the walls around them
the make-believers did
real walls out of false beliefs
pyrrhic victorypyrrhic victory in Free Verse More Like This
relationships need autonomy
demands, dependence, expectations
this far and no further
one euro buys only one pastry
shift the goal-posts
so too varying pace of negotiations
internal, external, mutual
evolution is individual
joint ventures are unsustainable
neither want them dead
nor as they are
paedophiliapaedophilia in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Paedophilia is perhaps the most reviled crime in today's West. It needs to be looked at as
- part of the healthy western tradition of publicly addressing so-far-under-the-carpet social pathology and devising policy measures to correct it - like women's subjugation and homosexuality earlier
- part of the prevailing western social paranoia and
- part of power-powerless equation
Church and Paedophilia
Paedophilia came up in public discourse recently with the baring of catholic church-pederast connection. This practice is an old 'tradition' but started getting exposed since the '90s. Children under the watch of the church were molested sexually and repeatedly during school-trips or special meets or voluntary work at a local parish.
The victims of pedophilia, now in their 40s and 50s are speaking only now possibly due to diminishing of the stature of church in society. It is estimated that between 1950 and 2002 in six states of the USA alone more than 10,000 children were
habithabit in Free Verse More Like This
a shard of adulterated moon-light
sneaks through the gap in curtains
a luminous presence in a dark room
turn the back to it
to rummage through lightless reconstructs
we, the peoplewe, the people in Free Verse More Like This
as long as they are there,
poets will write
painters will paint
singers will sing
not because they are an inspiration
but because they are a hindrance
and all they can do to rid themselves of them is to
write, paint, sing
of course they will take turns
to ridicule the poems, to trash the paintings, to ignore the songs
to applaud the poems, to admire the paintings, to award the songs
their sheer number is frightening
their sheer shallowness is drowning
please go away
let artists be themselves
an Indian cityan Indian city in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the chauffer adeptly circumvents the gentle elephant on the road
stops just short of touching the truck in the front
school-children squeeze through the gap
to continue their leisurely walk despite heavy bags
a biker misses our car mirror by a whisker
overtakes us from the wrong side
to vanish into
the rushing traffic lights, the stationary traffic lights
[trying to impose order when working]
the garish city neons, the brazen marble-clad shops
the sky is a luminous mica canopy
visibly changing colours
[making me acutely miss my painting]
far off dark clouds foretell likely showers
screaming hoardings and hawkers,
from rusty old marutis to shiny new Mercedes,
doors opening occasionally for the driver to spit out;
two-, three- and four-wheelers
smelly, perspiring, sticky pedestrians in vibrant clothes
talking animatedly on mobile phones, among or to themselves
deftly avoiding the puddles,pot-holes and dog-waste &
another version of the truthlet's skip through the unnecessary dialogue,another version of the truth in Free Verse More Like This
the late-night phone calls where she screams until you hang up,
the "i'll see you next monday,
until then i'll just try to breathe."
let's get to the part where she dies.
there is poetry under her skin, a pulse that defies everything,
arteries clogged with stutters and pleads.
she cut her finger on a paper once,
and words swirled out along with the blood,
drenched in a bitterness of sorts.
(she licked it off, but the words remained,
spreading across her body like chicken pox).
and it still itches, skin peeling off faster
than you break promises,
do you remember the sun when it went down?
she went down along with it
while you enjoyed the view.
mirror/daughterwhy is itmirror/daughter in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother can't stand the quiet
as we drive down the same
road as usual?
she talks and i nod, turn on
the radio to escape her endless banter.
always finds a reason to say
things that hurt me
but not her.
i try not to listen, try not to yell
and cry and
(i paralyze time, inhale/exhale
this is just a 15 minute drive, and maybe
maybe she will understand.)
but she never realizes
i'm not a younger version of her,
a copy, with the same data installed.
still-bornmy vocal chords are twisting,still-born in Free Verse More Like This
choking out the truth from me:
no matter where i go, the past follows,
in burns and bruises.
this darkness rests in me,
but wakes up screaming
callousand this is where i fall apart, bleedingcallous in Free Verse More Like This
but not as we know it.
you emptied me of sunsets, of the sweet scent
worn by summer air,
of the silence found in longing, the wish
for something far away.
you scraped off a layer of my skin,
there were dancers and drifters, bound by
rhythm but not by time.
(i was a child, wandering, sipping the atmosphere
like tap water.)
you demanded truth in layers of secret pathways,
but lost yourself in tangled ribbons,
choking us both like frightened snakes.
inheritancethe sunflower fields are burning,inheritance in Free Verse More Like This
just like your thoughts did
that time when i read you
"and i shall give you my lost desires,
my heavy heart wrapped in slippery trust,
my stamp collection and..."
you ceased to exist for a moment,
replaced by flames,
an atomic bomb detonating.
then nothing, you just
from me, from everything.
(and if you had given me the time, i'd have read
your mind out aloud like a movie script,
soulless one-liners mixed with sappy reunions).
but you left, without words or glimpses,
a trail of decay.
sugar, we're going down(did you know that bones breathe beneath the flesh,sugar, we're going down in Free Verse More Like This
inhaling all your bruises?)
she made a necklace of your shattered desires,
said "wear this proudly dear,
for it will strangle you if you ever regret,
if you ever run away."
she carved sonnets into your flaky skin,
and you sang them for her,
soul strained to the limit.
but now, the scars have faded,
a distant hum
in the back of your mind.
stockholm syndrome lurks in every sip of coffee,
memories burning holes
in your tongue.
she was everything you feared but wanted,
of your own self-loathing.
ghostin a way it still haunts me, how her wordsghost in Free Verse More Like This
left phantom pain,
as if they had always been a part of me.
(she said they abandon me in cycles, replacing
each other at every sunset.)
because i am not enough
for another day,
just a prologue for an unwritten story,
a footprint in the sand
erased by summer wind.
(i am forgotten).
and you looked at me,
obligation smeared across your face,
(in time it will peel off,
slowly erode away like mountains).
you don't need me,
i need you.
labyrinthiani guess i've started to doubt(my)humanity,labyrinthian in Free Verse More Like This
we bat our eyelashes in morse code
and expect to be heard,
but nobody really listens.
(and i must say, you are quite good at acting
like a person, but people
are only a facade, when it comes down
why should we matter more than mosquitoes?)
you'll always keep wondering
about the meaning of life
"maybe it's all in my head," you said. "a nightmare
meant just for me."
but honestly, why would we mean anything?
(you yell at the stars to come closer, cry out
for god to let you see.)
but god hides behind closed doors
just like schrodinger's cat,
neither alive or dead.
there are places but not for mei.there are places but not for me in Free Verse More Like This
so why do i live
for just another sleepless night at a nameless motel?
i wander the streets like a stray cat,
too feral for the touch of a helping hand.
feasting on mice, but still starving.
there are no answers down the road,
only gas stations and
the buzzing of my broken radio.
(i hum along with it).
i'm sorry but i can't come home.
(i hitchhiked to the end of days,
realized i had no face,
blinded by the highway signs,
my promises were left behind).
Kage Houseki no Himitsu CHP32Kage Houseki no HimitsuKage Houseki no Himitsu CHP32 in General Fiction More Like This
Aoi, grassy plain
There wasn't much else I could say. I didn't even know what the creature that crouched before me was; what was there to talk about? The little creature seemed to think the same way either that, or he was ignoring me.
The two of us stood in silence for a long, awkward moment.
"Uh, so how did you come to know Sesshomaru-san?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.
The little creature didn't seem to appreciate it much. He puffed up with anger, his slitted eyes bulging.
"How DARE you address Sesshomaru-sama in such a common way? I won't allow it! Some common demon like you should hold Sesshomaru-sama high above yourself, and always-"
"Okay, okay," I said hurriedly, waving my arms in front of me to indicate that I hadn't meant any harm in the question. The two of us resumed our silent waiting, the little creature still fuming over my apparent insolence.
" did you know Ryuusai?" I ventured after a while. I half-
Kage Houseki no Himitsu CHP41Kage Houseki no HimitsuKage Houseki no Himitsu CHP41 in General Fiction More Like This
Kagome, Naraku's Cave
"Why don't you show them what I mean, Kokuei-san?"
I barely had time to take in the girl's appearance; without further ado, she suddenly leapt at Miroku, who was closest to her; her nails glowed a deep violet, and she slashed them across Miroku's chest. Miroku gave a yell of surprise and stumbled backwards from the blow as Sango screamed.
"Miroku-san!" I cried; however, Miroku regained his footing, and looked down at himself with surprise. In fact, we all did; he had no wound at all. Had the girl missed her target?
I heard Naraku chuckle; I turned my head slightly to look at him.
"Don't depend so much on your eyes. They are useless against this opponent." His eyes narrowed as his grin widened. "I'm sorry, Monk; it seems you'll have to die without ridding yourself of that curse of yours."
I glanced at the girl, who had leapt back to the place she had originally been standing. I jumped a little as I realised she was
Kage Houseki no Himitsu CHP37Kage Houseki no HimitsuKage Houseki no Himitsu CHP37 in General Fiction More Like This
"Um what exactly are you going to be teaching me, Sesshomaru-san?" I asked nervously, glancing about me.
It had been a few days since my dream with Ryuusai; there hadn't been any sign of Naraku or other pursuers, and Sesshomaru seemed to have relaxed somewhat. He had informed me just a few minutes ago that he was finally going to start training me to properly control Kokuei (though I still had no idea how he could have a way to control it when even Ryuusai was consumed by it).
As I'd expected, Sesshomaru didn't answer my question. He led me away from the place he'd told Jaken and Rin to wait, deeper and deeper into a small forest.
He stopped walking; I'd been walking a short distance behind him, so thankfully I didn't walk into him.
He turned to me.
"Before Ryuusai was killed, she asked me to destroy the Kokuei no Tama," Sesshomaru explained shortly. "I tried many different ways crushing it, burning it, cracking it but nothing work
kage Houseki no Himitsu-CHP34Kage Houseki no Himitsukage Houseki no Himitsu-CHP34 in General Fiction More Like This
I dreamed of Ryuusai again that night.
But unlike the last time I had 'dreamed' of her as in, the last time I had passed out and had a vision of her, trying to warn me of various things she was able to speak. I don't know why that was, and I have no idea why we chose the topic we did to speak about, but speak we did.
I opened my eyes to find myself in the same misty, blank space where I had my encounters with Ryuusai. I instinctively looked quickly around me, before I realised that I was dreaming.
" Ryuusai?" I called into the mist. There was no reply. I clambered none too gracefully to my feet and spun around, squinting.
She appeared behind me, where I had been looking originally, as usual. Why wasn't I used to that mysterious entrance yet? She'd done it pretty much every time I'd asked her to view a memory from her life, and to 'talk' with her about things I was such a scaredy cat.
She smiled; that was weird. She usually loo
Kage Houseki no Himitsu CHP31Kage Houseki no HimitsuKage Houseki no Himitsu CHP31 in General Fiction More Like This
Aoi, grassy plain.
I stared across at Sesshomaru, my mouth hanging slightly agape; he looked calmly back at me.
What. The. Hell.
"Your allies have left you with me so that I can train you." Sesshomaru interrupted before I could say anything further. His tone was as cool and expressionless as ever. "They will come for you in a few days time."
I struggled to find my voice. Dammit! This was no time to have my mind suddenly flooded with the hundreds of memories Ryuusai had of Sesshomaru; this was here and now. I was me! Not her!
That was lame.
Satisfied, Sesshomaru got smoothly to his feet. I scrambled to get to mine, looking much less dignified next to the ancient demon across from me.
"Er Sesshomaru-san?" I quietly stammered. "What do you mean you're training me? For what?"
"I have agreed to help you master the control of the Kokuei no Tama," Sesshomaru explained. He abruptly turned away from me and started walking at a
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We'd left Miroku, Kirara and Shippou to fight the demons simply because we hadn't had much of a choice.
Usually there were only one or two demons that tracked us for a few hours before we faced them, easily killing them. This time, however, Naraku had sent hundreds of weak demons; he must have somehow known that today was the day we were going back to Totosai's forge to fetch Aoi. If not, he'd taken a rather lucky guess.
I glanced back at Aoi from Inuyasha's back; she was running easily a few steps behind us. She was carrying Sango between the two demons, we'd make good time.
"We're almost there," Inuyasha muttered. I looked over the back of his head hopefully; sure enough, the distinct purplish-black cloud that hovered over Naraku's demons was looming on the near horizon.
"Oooh, I can't wait!" Aoi said excitedly; she leapt easily over a boulder, forcing Sango to grip her shoulders tightly. "Ow! Sorry should've warned you "
Stephanie's DeathEventually, everyone has to die.Stephanie's Death in Sketches More Like This
She told herself that as she slowly made her way to the grey gallows, ignoring the staring eyes and open mouths of the crowd she passed on her way. Every one of the people looking at her now could die someday, some in a crueller way than others. Maybe some in a crueller way even than her. The thought reassured her, and gave her the strength she needed to drag her chained legs to her death.
She had always thought that she would end differently. In battle, maybe. Or even protecting a loved one. Not like this. This was tragic. Something had always made her think that something would be different, that someone or something would make her change from the person she was.
The chains linked around her skinny ankles clanked noisily as she slowly climbed the brittle wooden steps leading to the platform on which she was about to die. Her hands clenched into tight fists for a split second around the irons on her wrists, but they relaxed as she remin
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Aoi, grassy plain
I woke with a startled yelp. Thankfully, the outburst wasn't enough to wake Rin who had sneaked over to sleep beside me and Jaken; though it was enough to make Sesshomaru cast a glance in my direction.
"Ah Sesshomaru-san, you're back!" I announced in a whisper, determined not to wake up Rin.
He didn't even acknowledge that I'd said anything. He just stared at me for a long, awkward moment.
" What did you dream of?"
I glanced up at him with surprise. "Eh? I mean sorry?"
"You looked rather distressed," he commented coolly. "Generally, I would think it acceptable of me to ask whether you are alright."
"Uh yeah, I'm OK," I said, looking at the still-burning fire to avoid his eyes.
I could still feel his eyes on me. Guiltily, I glanced back up at him. He really did want to know what I had dreamed about.
"Uh well I kinda of dreamed about R-Ryuusai."
I had no idea how he w
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My comment stifled her tears. Her back snapped into a straighter posture, and her eyes widened slightly.
I gave her an obviously disbelieving look.
"I I'm not jealous," Ryuusai said heatedly. She coughed once to regain her composure, then continued. "I merely do not like the way you look at him."
"You ARE jealous!" I crowed, clapping and laughing with mirth.
"I am not!" Ryuusai snapped. "I already had my time with Sesshomaru; I know that it's your turn to have time with him now, but still, I-"
She stopped herself just in time, but I still knew vaguely what she was going to say.
"Seriously Ryuusai, stop it, you're killing me here!" I laughed.
Ryuusai flushed scarlet; it looked very strange, since her face was usually so pale. "Quiet!"
I fell quiet, but still fought against giggles that threatened to engulf me once more.
Ryuusai took another breath, and pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. She was really pissed, I reali
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"Why did Sesshomaru-sama pick you up?" Rin asked me, intrigued.
It was now night-time; I wasn't exactly sure when, but the imp Jaken had lit a warm, roaring fire. I had finally managed to get the increasingly curious girl off my lap, and she sat opposite me around the fire, staring at me through the flames.
"Uh he said he was going to 'train' me " I still wasn't entirely sure of what Sesshomaru meant, and he apparently wasn't coming back from wherever he'd disappeared to earlier.
"Aw " the girl's huge smile dropped a little. "So you're not like me?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Like her? The only strange thing I could pick up about her was that she was the only human in the group in which she travelled, and that wasn't really something to be classing another person as.
Rin looked into my eyes; they sparkled like hot embers in the firelight. "I died, once. Sesshomaru-sama brought me back."
My eyes widened, but
Someone To SaveHow do you find the right hand to grabSomeone To Save in Free Verse More Like This
In a field of helpless strangers?
Whose is most important?
Whose will be needed most direly?
I see them coming at me
Like the kids on a merry-go-round
Each of their horses bucking them out of place
As they grab onto the pole
Tears bleeding from their faces
And band-aids unable to cover them
Each color should be a shade of brown
But they've dulled to gray
And I cannot see the color of their eyes
I'm not a saviour
But I would be for them
All the worn out shoes
The thin and ragged coats
The bruised lungs
And the scratched ribs
Ribs that have been worn threadbare to protect
My own heart cries to see beasts
Leaping at them
As if attacking their cages in attempts
To get their prey
It rarely ends
It continues to start
Little do I know I'm spinning in my own circle
Dizzied by the music
Waltzing me onto my head
Bleeding life out of my feet
And drowning my brain
I don't know if the hands grab for me
To lift me up
Or to be lifted
I assume they want
Cardinal Offense MechanismSimple attic formCardinal Offense Mechanism in Free Verse More Like This
A pirouette in this twisted fashion
Mind set flawless
Gut flowing between the veins of right
Despite the bridge to the north
The left hand knows not its place
And my shadow hides on the bookshelf
Flapping hearts heads words around
and yet she sees nothing
no danger strangles the ankles
foreign bits yes but those claws do not consume
are there eagles circling the fire
Spin and walk in a straight tape
Stand back oh foul texture of metal
Thy poison doth not sting my breast
You know it is all air over fingers
More like a tightrope act
swift is a chair upon the face
to boil in hate and swim in the mire
no sacrifice suffices for the truth quite
simply as the ballerina turns to paper
He cannot bear to knock in fear of flying backwards
These cards are on strings
Being pulled by a horse and buggy
Led by skeleton in a top hat
Eyes scorching green
Armani suit of the first prototype
More like a robe swathing like a murderous shroud
Hear the bees in your ears mutter accusations
Just Checking...It's been whileJust Checking... in Free Verse More Like This
It really hasn't been too long
But, for me, it's been a while
I really don't know what to say
Because I'm afraid anything I say is going to be stupid
How do I admit to you that
For the first time
You actually hurt me
I don't want you to know that
Because you wouldn't understand it
But it hurts more not to talk
Not to simply see how you're doing
You should see me in person
How I'm looking helplessly around the room
Biting my lip
Trying to think of what to tell you
Without telling you a lie
Or telling you the full truth
Friends don't break hearts
So how could I say I've been sick
Like my heart is nauseated by the thought
That we have a rift between us
A rift you don't even know exists
I keep being told
Just let it out already
Put it in your face
But you wear these sunglasses
These sunglasses like you wouldn't see through them
And they protect you
I could imagine you're happy that way
Why make you take them off?
I know I'm not the kind of art that draws your atte
ExquestionsWhy?Exquestions in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the questions started that way.
But I learned that these questions have become null in most cases.
Because usually, they're the questions that people will try to answer right away.
Because they don't want to hear that question.
Because that question comes too quickly.
Because it is really annoying to hear someone ask that kind of question.
Because it makes someone vulnerable to the answer.
Because it's easier to just dish out the knowledge one has than have someone scavenge for it.
Because sometimes the explanation has already been given.
Because many people don't know how to explain, or if there even is an explanation.
Why did I treat this person so horribly?
Why don't I tell this person what I'm really thinking?
Why can't I be better about this habit?
Why can't people see how I see?
Why does everything have to just get complicated?
Why are humans so crude and stupid?
Why can't everyone just get along?
Why are these things bad?
Why are these things good?
Why is anyone eve
Purity In EssenceGod whispers poetry in my earPurity In Essence in Free Verse More Like This
And I open forth an inky vein
I say inky because I release it in black
And sometimes blues
It's everything from my ruse to prove
That I'm as normal and happy as
A moon shining over a pair of lovers
But the ink spills over most of the time
While it flows and seeps into the fibers of whiteness
I'm really making crop circles in secret
Crop circles filled with messages to people
People who only see the crops being cut all the time
Always out of season
Or too late
And the ink continues to flow from God's mouth
Through my ears and into my brain
Then out my eyes
And that's usually when it turns blue
Sometimes it comes out of my mouth in sticky black
Causing ink to soak everyone
But they are not touched by the poetry that God tells me
They have stoppered their ears so the ink evades them
So I keep my ruse for those with gobstoppers in their ears
They can be terrified by my crop circles
Writing letters to myself may seem absurd
Still it's all I have to re
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Nor a thorn in your eye
And it's not a hole in your bloodstream either
But it makes my vision worse every day
All the colors of life seem to disappear
And I can only see one thing
And it multiplies everywhere
Like this spiraling kaleidoscope
Taunting and kindly smiling back
My hands can do nothing in comparison
My words can't reach through that skull of reason
It's far more complex
That scene of serenity
Untainted by the trump-load of ignorance
Has kept me on my seat for a continuum of never-have-beens
And if it is put down, the walls fall in
It has been divined from the Divine
This is the way it should be
Yet lessons in patience linger with unwilling students
Like a rag doll lying in a corner
With the house burning around her
I pray that something will keep the flames away
And I survive the heat
It's the fear of No
And the even greater fear of Yes
And the worst fear of all: Never
At times it is just about my safety
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Your touch moves my bones
You're the child inside of me
Yearning to burn
You have glossed my reality
The mere substance of mystery
A spinning top over my past
Sequestered by youth...."
[VINYL SCRATCH AND REWIND THE TAPE.]
Alright I don't need to sugar coat it anymore.
You are honestly all I want right now.
You may think that's weird, or crazy - it might even creep you out.
We don't truly know each other.
If you know my name, I would be surprised.
But I have an eye out for you.
I know your face, your voice, and the way you look people in the eye.
I know what you wear, the way you smile.
We've seen each other around too often.
You've seen my face. You've looked at it as if you've been meaning to, and I wonder.
Why would you do that?
How could I let this happen to me?
More like the food I want a Doctor's (as in The Doctor) Lifetime Supply of.
I won't truly be satisfied until I see you again.
Just seeing you will give me the right b
Through The RainI want to ride a horse through the rainThrough The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
If it helps
Wash away the scorns I give myself
No one has to be perfect
But if some of this filth stays
It will grow onto me
I can breathe in the rain
With the power of four hooves
I can call over the hills
And fall back from the thunder in response
Just take a moment
To redirect the wind and capture the lightning
I'm not a farmer of storms
But they fill my harvest of words
And make buoyant my blood
As passion is bled onto the books
I will take a steed and ride
Through the rain
Soak my coat and shoes
So I can come home
And taste a little warmth
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When you haven't written something for a while and
You wonder, "Why haven't I written anything?"
Maybe it's because there's been too much to do
Too much to stress about?
But if you're stressed, wouldn't that cause something brilliant?
It usually does.
Even then, a bit of randomness that
MAKES NO SENSE
Should pass itself off as genius.
So what is this?
A poem or a rant? You pick.
A poetic rant? Can those be poetic?
I've always wondered how slam worked.
I can't slam poetry.
Somewhere back in the fifteenth age of the world, people started slamming
Doors, words, hammers, women, all sorts of junk.
I initially cringe at slamming.
But to let the energy gradually exit the tips of my fingers
And the tip of my tongue
From the nodes and rods and cones and cortex of my brain
That poetry comes freer and sweeter.
It may never stay within my memory, but once it has been
Written; captured with an inken audience; set in a grave stone
Brought to life on a
Roads In The SkyRoads in the skyRoads In The Sky in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fluffy and white
Push your hands against the veil
Over your mind
What do you see?
Reach for your dreams
Castles made of summer dew
And spidery things
Hope for nothing but all your faith
Goes into what you make
Dragging strings behind yourself
Will never let you fly
Tie your shoes and run the race
You'll get rest if you're well-paced
Dancing to the finish line
Dance on roads in the sky
Out on the stage
Not feeling brave
Close your eyes and take a breath
Into your heart
How does it taste?
Weeks gone to waste?
Tonight is not impossible
You're made of grace
Ask for nothing but all your love
Rests on you like a dove
Holding onto to little stones
Will never let you fly
Take the light and sing your song
And you will thrive where you belong
Dancing as the days go by
Dance on roads in the sky
Give the truth and all your fears
Will smoothly disappear
Keeping weights inside a box
Will never let you fly
Plant a seed and all your sorrow
Grows roses for tomorrow
Dancing off the pain
I'm Here For You, Chapter 5The subsequent night, Gabriel had no idea why he came back to the hospital.I'm Here For You, Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He really should be more focused on the whole Apocalypse thing, particularly now that he had a strong lead on something. Things were suddenly picking up their pace and it was only a matter of time before a huge event happened, such as a whole network of towns detonating like a row of roman candles, and people sure as hell would not be smiling about it.
Right now, he had a place and he had his agenda; he just had to wait for the date.
Gabriel had at least a hundred things he still needed to do, but when he had been flying, he suddenly had the urge to change his course. He got it; he did have the (slight) tendency to (sometimes) get easily distracted, but - come on! - even he knew that this war was something that could not be put off or ignored (and Dad knew how hard he tried doing that last part).
Seriously, though; he had no reason to be here. Castiel was perfectly fine - well, maybe not perfectly fine, but it
I'm Here For You, Chapter 2He was busy, Gabriel told himself; he had bigger, more important things to do now that the world was ending, and baby-sitting stupid little brothers simply did not fit into that category.I'm Here For You, Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He found himself in the hospital anyway.
In a nutshell, Castiel looked horrible, and the sight of all these machines and tubes and wires around him made Gabriel a little queasy. Angels should not need breathing devices to keep them alive, angels should not be wired to a heart monitor to know if they were still in their meat-suit or not, angels should have their welfare dependent on their Grace and not on an IV drip.
Gabriel did not know much about healing other angels that was Raphael's job, and from what he had heard, his brother had gone a teeny bit psycho lately but he was aware that just snapping his fingers and granting Castiel the equivalent of a full recovery right now was too soon. At the weak state he was in, suddenly giving him that much power and strength was comparable to put
Delivering Messages, part 1Slinging the satchel over him, Gabriel made his way out of his Father's throne room.Delivering Messages, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh come on, Dad, last time wasn't that bad." he exclaimed, turning around. "So I forgot to warn Atlantis that they'd get a leak. You can't take one tiny mistake and use that to base the outcome of the rest of my performances."
The next thing he knew was that he was outside and that the massive doors slammed shut behind him.
Gabriel made a peeved sound. "Figures."
He opened his satchel again to verify its contents. Yep. Seven, as always. He really did not get the fixation with that number around here, but whatever. He had a job to do, and for the sake of getting back into Dad's good graces again, he cannot afford any screw-ups. No mixed deliveries, no late deliveries, no picking up 'extra deliveries', no upsetting the clients in any means.
Sure, he can do this. He was an archangel.
He also had a selectively unreliable attention span.
Nonetheless, Gabriel secured his goods and prepared himself for the c
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
Delivering Messages, part 2The next Message was silver, and its recipient was inside the snooty palace beyond them.Delivering Messages, part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel was about to zap themselves in when a guardsman suddenly slapped handcuffs onto his and Castiel's wrists.
"Whoah, buddy, what gives?" Gabriel asked.
"I am no 'buddy' of yours. And 'what gives' is that you two have crushed the emperor!" he yelled.
Simultaneously, both angels glanced down to find that, indeed, there was a guy underneath them, twitching and moaning in agony.
"Huh, would you look at that," Gabriel remarked. This was the first time angels poofed on top of someone. The man seemed familiar though what was his name? Something-Caesar?
The guardsman ruthlessly tugged at their chains and Castiel stumbled into Gabriel helplessly. "You two are under arrest! You are to serve time in prison until the day of execution arrives!" he barked, pulling them into the palace.
"And that would be ?" Gabriel pressed.
"At sundown." he sinisterly answered. "You can join the rest of the pris
Delivering Messages, part 3After they had dropped off their sixth Message in Australia, Gabriel realized they were ahead of schedule and decided not to let the extra time go to waste.Delivering Messages, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am uncertain about this." said Castiel.
Gabriel made a 'pfft' sound as he brought Castiel closer to the building's ledge. "No brother of mine is chickening out on delivering justice. Now give me a battle-cry, Castiel; come on!" he exclaimed, patting/pushing his brother on the back.
Castiel stumbled and made a noise that sounded like a kitten stepping over its own tail.
"We'll work on that later." sighed Gabriel. He handed Castiel an empty ostrich egg (which he swiped and reassembled after the chick had hatched) and watched his brother turn it over worriedly.
"Is this really considered as justice?" Castiel asked.
"Duh! Why do you think I bothered liquefying fifty miles' worth of stinky cheese?"
retorted Gabriel, gesturing at the stock he had behind them. He placed both of his hands on Castiel's shoulders and started working on th
I'm Here For You, Chapter 3Gabriel found himself back in the hospital the following day, just as the first traces of night trickled in.I'm Here For You, Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bad news was, from the look of things, Castiel had not woken up yet, but he had expected that much. The good news was Castiel's Grace had at least stopped guttering out while he had been away; his little brother's condition had stabled and if Gabriel knew where Dad was hanging out, he would have sent a thank you note.
Still, while Castiel's Grace was not wavering anymore, the sight of it was hardly a comforting one: there was so little left of it that the only thing it could fully fill up was a freaking juice box! And not the good variety either. It was a miserable, tiny thing that hardly befitted an angel, but right now it was Castiel's sole chance of making it through this.
It was weird that Gabriel kept returning to him. He had known Castiel back in Heaven, of course, and he had spent as much time with him as he had done with the other gazillion angels, taking note that e
I'm Here For You, Chapter 7Gabriel was watching the fake-Castiel at the other end of the room.I'm Here For You, Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The 'real world' was always visible from the pocket dimension, almost like there had never been a division between the two. Of course, he had made the division soundproof ('cuz he had no intention of hearing what the doctors were yammering on about and what the new mondo-druggie across the hall had to say about SpongeBob every half hour), but something would constantly tug at him to take a sneak peak at the 'real world' and he always resisted that pull.
The fake-Castiel still had the breathing tube inserted into his esophagus; he was still wired to the heart monitor, which still showed that his heart was barely beating. His complexion was still bloodless and he had yet to exhibit the remotest signs of consciousness. If he were ever really alive, things would be looking ten shades of bleak for him, and if he were ever alive, the guy only had a few days, tops, left to live.
Gabriel was trying to convince himse