100NLN Night 92. All I HaveI'm...alive. And back in my house... With everything I own. And Lilith sitting on the foot of my bed.100NLN Night 92. All I Have in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lilith..." I whisper as I sit up. "I'm alive. Nothing's ruined. He hasn't made any marks on my life except for the few scars I still have..."
She smiles at me, but there's something off about it. She's happy, but her eyes suggest something sadder beneath the surface. "You don't know how relieved that makes me feel," she says. "Anna, you're really all that I have. I'd be nothing without you. Honestly."
"Lilith, you don't have to-"
"No, I mean it. Really. I am nothing without you, but you can be a normal person without me."
"Normal's overrated," I say with a smile. We hug, and I realize just how close we've grown over the past 92 days...
100NLN Night 30. Under the RainWhen I wake up for my nightmare--or whatever Lilith feels like making me go through--the first thing I notice is the rain. I've waited nearly a month for a good downpour, and I'm not letting this one to to waste. Grabbing an umbrella and my earbuds, I run outside barefoot and hide out under my porch. Oh, how I've missed the smell and sound of rain...100NLN Night 30. Under the Rain in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the distorted and dim glow of the street light, I walk down my driveway and through my neighborhood. The raindrops against my umbrella make one of my favorite sounds in nature. I can't help but look up at the sky with my mouth wide open.
As the tiny drops of water hit my face, I can't help but think how significant a girl standing under the rain could possibly be. And it's times like these where I vow to make a difference somewhere.
"I like that about you, Anna," Lilith says from behind me; I don't move to look at her. "You don't want to just be another person on this planet. You're afraid of disappearing, aren't you?"
Now I close my mo
Dousing the FlamesWhat started out as a normal school day turned into the adventure of my life. It was the middle of second period; I was in history, and Megan was in English. The principle came onto the intercom and said, "This is a hard lock down. I repeat: this is a hard lock down. Assume your positions and wait for further instructions. This is not a drill."Dousing the Flames in Short Stories More Like This
Our teacher shut the blinds, locked the door, and turned off the lights. Quietly, we all huddled under the chalkboard and sat in silence. Some girls sat together and comforted each other, and most of the guys tried to look calm and cool.
Suddenly, I got a massive headache. It was so horrible that all I could do was lay on my side and scream. My head felt like it was going to explode. To add to the pain, between my shoulder blades came a sharp pinch-like feeling. I felt multiple hands on my arms, pulling me up. Everything was blurry, and voices sounded like they were comming from far away. I couldn't focus on anything; my mind felt like a pool of
100NLN Night 51. Sport"Time for the game!" says a voice I've never heard of before. "So get up, Anna."100NLN Night 51. Sport in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I open my eyes to see an unshaven man standing over me, sword in hand. "Wh-what game?" I manage to ask.
"Hide and seek. You hide, I try and find you. If I do, it's all over for you. But since you're a cute little girl, I'll give you two chances. Now go! You have an hour."
I run. No, scramble is more like it. I'm in what looks like an office building. My first thoughts are bathrooms, the roof, and closets. Ducking into an elevator, I close my eyes and punch the buttons to end up on the twenty-fourth floor. The first office I see has a cabinet with a shelf I hide in. I slide boxes in front of me and wait.
If only I could've fallen asleep before I heard footsteps. Then the door opening. Then the man's face in front of mine.
"Sorry, little girlie. You only have one more shot," he says before leaving.
Think! I've gotta think! I can't; my mind's racing. Like my heart. I wish my hands would stop sweating. I'm sca
100NLN Night 35. Hold My HandBeep! Beep! Beep!100NLN Night 35. Hold My Hand in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I turn my alarm off, then put my face back into my pillow. I've been through a lot today, and a nightmare is the last thing I want. "Anna?" Lilith asks softly. "There's someone I think you wanna see here..."
I lift my head, and when I see my friend I just had a fight with, I burst into tears. She holds her hand out, but I don't just take it. I hug her tightly like I should've when I saw her last. "I forgive you, Anna," she says, and that makes me sob uncontrollably like I have a bad habit of doing. I couldn't care less about how loud I am. We just stand there, she lets me cry, and I don't want to ever let go, or fall asleep for that matter.
"Thank you, Lilith," I finally manage to say.
"You're welcome. I still owe you, and I know you love your friend like a sister. Remember what I said about being happy?"
100NLN Night 37. EyesI wake up the next night with that eerie feeling that you're being watched. And I know it's not Lilith; she's been too kind for this, so I know she doesn't have control over tonight.100NLN Night 37. Eyes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There's no way I'm opening my eyes to see what the heck could be out there. Because it could be anything at this point. A snake, giant spider, monster, murderer, rapist, spirit...
I can't take this. I risk it by opening my eyes just long enough to grab my phone and duck under my covers. When the screen lights up, I see I have a text from "????" reading, "You can't see me, but I see you."
My heart pounds hard against my ribcage. My palms are so sweaty I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on my phone. My eyes are glued to the screen, and when it goes dark from inactivity, I quickly mash a button to bring back the light. My overactive imagination is running free like a wild animal after being caged for who knows how long. I wish Lilith were here as I fall asleep, the last thing I see being a pair of glow
Who Am I?Who Am I?Who Am I? in Emotional More Like This
People see me as the girl who doesn't speak.
Others view me as the girl who gets a red face when asked a question in class.
I'm known as the video game girl, the laugher, the dork, the nerd, the person who is easy to bully, the girl who I don't know, or sometimes just a person who I never want to see again.
But am I really these things? Am I really made of what people label me? Do they define who I am?
No. And they never will.
Even when people bring me down, I will always, ALWAYS, get back up.
So who am I really?
I am: a writer, a gamer, the psychic with wings, a Pokémon trainer, a heartless killer, a goomba-stomper, an SVLTTSM, a lover, a fighter, a little over emotional, a cryer, a shoulder to cry on, a friend.
But most importantly, I am me. I can get depressed, over excited, hyper, and angry. But through it all, I will never let anyone change who I am.
No matter how many tears I shed, hearts I break, people I make laugh with my writing, I will still be me.
No matter h
100NLN Night 27. ForeignI wake up to what sounds like a large crowd somewhere in the Middle East or something. I sit up to find myself in what looks like a holding cell with a dirt floor and metal bars.100NLN Night 27. Foreign in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey," Lilith says from across the room.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"I dunno. Somewhere."
So helpful, Lilith. "Nah, I didn't see that," I half sigh, half say sarcastically.
"Okay, y'know what? I'll tell you why I'm helping you now."
I perk up and look over at her. "Really?"
...Then she tells me. In a language I can't understand.
Lilith!! For all I know my life is at stake here and she feels the need to tell me what's going on in a foreign language! This is a nightmare...
Previously Unwritten Chpt 2First Dates, Fast Cars, and a LiePreviously Unwritten Chpt 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wake up in my bed in my dorm. The TV's on in another room, letting me know Sam's here. I think it's Sunday? It's too hard to remember what happened, so I get up slowly and ask Sam.
"Holy crap," she starts. "So Axel hit you with a door again, and you looked like you were gonna pass out, so he made sure you got here safely. You were already asleep when we got here, so he carried you through the girl's dorm!"
I have a hard time believing her. That is, until I see Axel's number in my phone and two messages from him: "hey" and "still asleep?" I decide to keep this from Sam. And the book I remember picking up.
"Im awake now," I text back to Axel. I don't expect a reply from a rockstar, but my phone vibrates seconds later.
"Good feelin better?"
"Sry 4 hittin u twice."
This goes back and forth a while until Sam notices. "Who are you texting so furiously?" she asks with a laugh. "Meet a guy at the concert?"
"Yeah," I reply. Well it's not a lie.
Dousing the Flames 2: Fighting Fire With Fire (2)Dry and at the Institute, we all talked about what we heard.Dousing the Flames 2: Fighting Fire With Fire (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"She wants to take over Earth!" Megan exclaimed.
I listened to them talk until I got a terrifying vision. I gasped and stood up, knocking my chair to the ground. I knew they were staring at me, but I wasn't seeing them. I was seeing a demon attacking us. I looked out the window to see my vision become a reality.
The giant, bipedal monster was different from the others we had fought when Sebastian was a threat. It had scales, making me believe it was working for Meg. Its claws were curved; it was at least three stories tall.
"Anna?" Blumiere asked. I pointed to the window where the demon was advancing.
"Get Anna out of here!" Jace shouted. "We'll take care of it."
The demon punched through the window. Blumiere pulled my wrist and protected me from the falling glass. We flew out of the Institute and a safe distance away, but close enough to see Megan and Jace. They looked as if they were going to beat it, but right before it fe
HonestyI find it difficult to write.Honesty in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
comes out wrong fights mepulses clear and sharp inside my brainhead, but vanishes as I tryattempt to get it on paper.
I don't know if I've ever told anyone this, but I love to write on paper. Typing
dreivesdrives me up the wall.
Yet as soon as I put pen to paper?
That bubbling, unceasing
stestream of words that constantly flows throunthrough my mind?
See you later.
Worse than that frustration,
is when I dowhen I do write, I hate it.
I loathe it.
stupic stupidpitiful crap that makes me cringe when I read it later.
I ask myself "What were you thinking, you stupid, moronic,
I can't stand my own
Isn't that sad?
When I wa
The Last Will and Testament of Hobbs PoptimistThe Last Will and Testament of Hobbs Poptimist in Free Verse More Like This
As a young author, I must explain
To you how hard it is to write refrains
That, without exception, have to rhyme.
This story took up too much of my time.
Still, you are owed some minor details
As to why this story is slightly derailed.
Firstly, the protagonist is somewhat based on the writer,
But only in name, not in intentions, you blighters.
Then, it involves zombies, so there's some horror.
Then add in a suicide and a dash of murder.
WAIT! Before you try to run away,
The gore is edited out, okay?
And there are reasons why she died.
She would have done more harm still alive.
One last thing before you read this story.
She is not telling them to dissect her gory
Body. The meanings symbolic, if you get the gist,
Except for what she gave to her aunts on the list.
Now, this story is written in the form of a letter,
Addressed to her living family members.
I apologize to whoever finds me first
I wish it had not come to this worst
Case scenario, but I will tell you how
This all came about. N
The Mask IIThey tell me that to wear a mask is no bad thing.The Mask II in Free Verse More Like This
No horrible tragedy or disgusting flaw.
It's just something that happens
To all of us
And no one can escape it.
For some reason my mind rebels against this notion.
I have a friend (yes, it's always a friend) whose parents are getting divorced.
I won't tell you who it doesn't matter
I won't tell you why that also doesn't matter
All that matters is that it happened.
And now she wears a mask.
A mask of happiness, yes, but one all the more hurtful because of that
She laughs and cries in the same breath, and tries to pass the tears off as signs of
But I know better.
I've seen her without the mask.
I've seen it growing, as she grew and her troubles mounted.
I offered her my help if I could, but she didn't notice.
That might have been because I was hiding behind my own mask
The mask of social niceties
The one that says, no matter what, if they don't tell you what's wrong than nothing's
But that's also a lie.
The Use of Rhetoric To Obscure a Lack of ContentThese words are supposed to mean something.The Use of Rhetoric To Obscure a Lack of Content in Free Verse More Like This
Let me ask you a rhetorical question:
Are you okay?
ChangeI.Change in Free Verse More Like This
I fucked up
I messed up, screwed up
and now they tell me to suck it up
change my ways
like it's the easiest thing in the world
change, change, change
it's a dirty word, you know
I hear it and flinch away
because I am changing
not the way you want me to
not in an acceptable way
and I just
you say it like a gift, like it's something special
new and unusual, a thought I've never had before
before I ever came out of my mother's womb I knew change
I was change
standing there all put together
telling me to change
filth and superiority dripping out of your mouth
oh, you don't like your life
to change it
how do you think I got here?
did you know that?
with your can-do attitude and put together face
can you tell how hopelessly lost I am?
I wasn't always
lost, I mean
one day I just
found myself here
but hindsight's 20/20 you know
I can't go forward
ThemThey told me to dance, so I danced for themThem in Free Verse More Like This
Played their puppet games.
They pulled me one way
My heart pulled another
But they had a leash on my soul.
I followed their footsteps
To the left, to the right
They told me to leap, and I asked, "How high?"
They laughed, and tugged on my strings.
My hands are no longer my own,
But my heart still pulls at the reins
Again I move into the dance
Again without control
My body leaps
Through a hoop
Through a fire
Again I lose my soul.
They told me to sing, but at last I refused
I could not give them my final part
They can take my hands
Tie my feet
Even chain my soul
But they cannot have my heart.
WritingI.Writing in Free Verse More Like This
pulled out of me
piece by piece they shiver into the sunlight
coiled around my heart
they grew there
choked me down
with protective thorns
now I want them out
but they fight
and new thorns turned inwards
a deep-seated bruise
a broken scab
through unwanted slits in its defenses
I write against my will
words overflow my head
spill from my ears and mouth and eyes
a desert flood rushing from me
till I write
not fast enough never fast enough
living writhing fighting squirming
I pin them down
scoop them out of the sea
and they flop around
limp and useless away from their brethren
sometimes they get away
then circle back around
just to taunt me
can't catch me
sometimes they hurt me
sneak up in the middle of the night
curl around my bed
dripping poison in my ears
KnivesIs it wise to let me play with knives?Knives in Free Verse More Like This
No my father prompt replies.
Yet here I stand with knife in hand,
Plotting the demise of man.
The MaskI wear the mask of smiles and liesThe Mask in Free Verse More Like This
It shrouds the face and hides my eyes
You cannot see through my disguise
I wear the mask
You wear the mask; it cloaks your face
You hide from me your deep disgrace
Because the world would be abased
You wear the mask
We wear the mask; alike we hide
We must; if they take all our pride
We'll fade and slowly die inside
We wear the mask
ClichesThey say "all dogs go to heaven"Cliches in Free Verse More Like This
And "all sinners go to hell"
They say our efforts are "just a drop in the bucket"
And that we're "saved by the bell"
They say "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
And that "only time will tell"
Well I say "damn you and your stupid cliches
This world's already gone to hell."
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
My Chemical RomanceLove is chemicalMy Chemical Romance in Free Verse More Like This
A magnetic response
Forcing lies into our minds
So we continue living
Next to each other
We would've been extinct long ago
Even though I cannot stand you
I cannot bear to be around you
I cannot seem to escape
Something keeps me running back to you
I can't control myself
Nothing but a chemical
Keeps us dancing, romancing
Nothing but a chemical romance
A chemical love
Hello, AgainYou scream goodbye foreverHello, Again in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper hello again into your ear
This fire burns within me
It won't ever let you go
Breathe in deeply
It might be your last
You can never truly escape
From those that hold you close
So stop resisting
Take my heart and make it your own
It needs a new home
Fight MeIt took all of your love to forgive meFight Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It took all of your sin to forget me
It wasn't worth it the end
I saw what happened to you
You always wanted to fight me
But never mustered the courage
Never brought it all together
Into one rage
One imaculate hatred
It took all of my composure to stand strong
It took me quite a while to learn to stand alone
It took a while to learn
You always wanted to fight me
Never giving me a second chance
It took too long to forget
The images of you
I know you want to
I know you want to fight me
I never wanted to hurt you
I never wanted to harm you
But I did
And I'm sorry
You always wanted to fight me
One ounce of gratitude or forgiveness
Thank you for the memories
Fractured WingsI bandaged my wings in discarded cocoons,Fractured Wings in Free Verse More Like This
and pasted sparrow feathers on my arms,
in hopes they would last until the dawn
Fallen angels don't have to work too hard
To break down your hopes or to
tear off your useless wings
After you were done with the surgery
After I've stitched myself together
I knew I'd never be the same again,
as hand-sewn angels who tumble
trying to grasp at the sunrise,
don't have very long to live
I never meant to fall apart
Or tear you down with me
There's no more darkness in the light
No more time left to fight
It's time to say goodbye
Table for TwoHow can I be weak enoughTable for Two in Free Verse More Like This
To crumble under the pressure
How can I not be strong enough to be the leader
When everyone looks to me for guidance
It doesn't happen often
Days are few and far between
Torn apart by nights
Leading to torture
I have to let go of emotions
There's no reason with you in my head
There's only room for one
Table for two please
EvolutionIm not the sameEvolution in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As I once was
Ive changed over time
Look who I am now
Minor changes lead to greater expansions
Of lyrical capabilities
Caps sitting sideways where they used to be straight
My words have evolved with beats backing me up
From simple speech to rage filled repetition
Spit out my words instead of simply presenting them
Repetition and rhyme, filling my mind
My soul could bleed
But I never planned to see
Myself this way
What would my mama say
If she saw what Id become
Look at how Ive evolved
I refuse conformity
When I used to follow the flow
Ive gone from sheep to lyrical leader
I lead with words over actions
A picture might be worth a thousand words
But on the other hand
That makes a word worth a thousand pictures
I never thought I could change this way
From simple, easy-going kid
To what I am today
What can I say
Id like to thank the few who know me this way
You might be shocked that once
I couldnt put three words together
In a rhyme
My WayFollow me fools of greater despairMy Way in Free Verse More Like This
Come with me to the end of forever
Follow my path
I burned it for you
Let my scars lead the way
Into the depths of the dirt they go
Following my way
You don't want to go my way
But in the end you have no choice
My pain, passed on to fools forsaken
Minds to mold into minions
Followers of my way
You don't want follow me
But you don't really have a choice
If you can't take the heat get out our way
As we march into the flames
My minions turn to soldiers at my command
My way, paved with bodies of the fallen
The dark flames become the thoughts
Of some not quite as lucky
As the fire burns through their souls
Their throats begin to ache
They can't resist much longer
My way will soon be their way also
No choice in the matter
It's life or death
But with such high stakes why play the game
Because greater the pain to those full of shame
As they're left behind to a fate worse than hell
As I'm followed down, now deeper
The path we march grows st
Figure 8Running in circlesFigure 8 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With the moon shining through me
I am incomplete
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11Opera Populaire: Chamelan and Jackle's OfficeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11 in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as NiGHTS arrived with Helen back at the Opera Populaire, he knew that he would need to make an improtant visit with Chamelan and Jackle regarding the Phantom's production of Don Juan Triumphant. Since this was his opera, he was to decide who would get each roll, and as assumed, he gave Helen the leading soprano roll. NiGHTS was completely against it, because he knew if she took the roll, her life could be in danger.
"We can't do this!" NiGHTS exclaimed at Chamelan and Jackle. "I will not let you and this Phantom put Helen in this opera! The only reason he wrote it was to get closer to Helen! We have all been blind! He is using all of us in order for him to be able to take Helen!" NiGHTS rebelled, trying to sway their decision and let her be.
"I'm sorry NiGHTS," Chamelan apologized, "but you and I both know that this must be done. We now know, after the hanging of Clawz that we must strictly follow his orders... or else we may lose
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7Rooftop / Balcony of Opera Populaire ( only seconds after the hanging of Clawz )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"There is no Phantom of Nightopia!" NiGHTS assured Helen, walking out onto the rooftop in to the lightly falling snow, but she knew that he was very wrong.
NiGHTS, I've been there
to his world of unending night
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness...
NiGHTS, I've seen him!
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face
in that darkness... darkness...
Slowly zoning out, Helen slowly walked across the rooftop, letting her cape drag, slowly starting to smile and looking out to night sky, she sang:
But his voice filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In the night there was music in my mind...
And through music my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before
Slowly starting to come back to reality, she turned back to NiGHTS who had a confused expression on his face. He thought she was ter
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 4The Phantom's LairThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
The Phantom's "house" was surrounded by hundreds of candles, and the walls were covered with mirrors , about 6 of them. All of the different rooms were separated by red velvet curtains instead of walls, and in the middle of everything was a large, fancy organ.
I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne
to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music.
You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone.
Since the moment I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing,
For my music my music.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
The Phantom walked back over to the gondola, helping Helen out, and onto land. Holding her hand he slowly walked around his home with her, walking to the steady beat of his song, while he sang:
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 13Opera Populaire during CrisisThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 13 in General Fiction More Like This
NiGHTS dashed through the backstage area of the Opera Populaire in desperate search to find Madame Emily. As he waded himself through the huge crowds of evacuating people, NiGHTS heard-
"No! You can't come back here! You are not permitted to come back stage unless you are a performer! Stay back! HELP!" Madame Emily screamed at a large group of police and men with pitchforks who were trying to force their way into the backstage. Will run all around the mob, yelling the same orders as his mother so that the back of the crowd would hear too.
"Madame! You must let us through! The Phantom is a felon! He must be stopped!" The Police Chief yelled back at Emily. At sight of the scene, NiGHTS bolted over her defense, helping her hold off the mob.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" NiGHTS ruthlessly yelled, scaring away most of the crowd except a few stage crew workers and policeman. Turning towards Emily, NiGHTS quickly asked, "Where did he take her?"
Emily grabbed NiGHTS's arm an
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2Opera Populaire: ShowtimeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Later that night Helen's big debut, and she really stunned the audience! She looked gorgeous in a long red dress that showed off her curves and diamond barrettes in the shape of flowers clipped in her long blond hair. Not only that, but her voice was a sweet sounding Soprano pitch that could project all around the Opera House. She sang:
Think of me
Think of me fondly, when
We've said goodbye
Once in a while,
Please promise me you'll try
When you find,
That once again you long
To take your heart back,
And be free
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me
We never said
Our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea...
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the things
Which might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking, silent
Imagine me, trying too hard to
Put you from my mind...
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the thin
Star ChasersOnce their was a small girl. She was so small and frail everyone looked after her out of pity and she was kept in a small dark place with no light or hope.Star Chasers in Short Stories More Like This
Waking up and dreaming were all the same. Darkness. Silent, pitch black, lonely darkness.
She was small and had but a short life.
"I want to stand on my own two feet. I want to run and dance like a normal child. I want to play games, so many fun and interesting games. I want to make friends and go outside. But most of all I want to be heard, I want someone to listen to me. I want to sing. I want to cry out and someone to answer me. I want to be heard!"
That night 12 stars came down to earth. They heard and saw how much she wanted to speak and walk and to just play and have fun. These 12 mischievous stars felt bad for her and really wanted to play with her.
They took the forms of human children but quite off. They still had that glow on them and had parts that a normal human wouldn't have.
They introduced themselves and ask if
This feeling....I see my friends once moreThis feeling.... in Short Stories More Like This
I see my loved ones again
I feel this pain in my chest
I smile and act everything fine
I feel so happy to see my friends again
I wonder how long it will last
This feeling inside chest!
It hurts so much
It won't go way no matter what I do
Somebody save me
This feeling is my sins against God
I watch my friends play again
I watch them make fools of themselves
I can't get rid of this feeling
I watch them far way but they don't know I'm there
I watch them want to be with them
This feeling inside chest!
It won't go away no matter what I do
I tell myself this is the way it must be
Somebody end me
I can't get rid of this feeling
It's hurt so much it's eating me alive
It's taking over my heart
Somebody save me
Somebody end me
It feels so bad
Somebody end me
Somebody save me
It won't stop it's taking over my mind
It's taking over my soul, it's over and I can't stop it
Somebody save me
Somebody end me
I can't take it anymore!
I see my fri
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6Opera Populaire that Night: Showtime for II MutoThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
That night was opening night for the Opera Populaire's new production of II Muto, and everything was set up and ready for the show. Ignoring the 'Nightmaren Ghost's' threats, Jackle and Chamelan gave Clairs the lead role as Countess, Helen the silent role of the Page Boy, and they did not leave Box 5 open, so they were in for it!
Clairs stepped out on stage wearing a very puffy pink dress that made her hips look the size of a hippo. She was also wearing clown looking makeup, and a really tall white wig that was probably as tall as her body.
Helen walked alongside Clairs on stage wearing a long white maid's outfit, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Hidden underneath the maid's dress, was a white men's dress shirt, with light blue tights, and tall black boots. The outfit made Helen look like a man because in the Opera, a man (the pageboy) is secretly the Countess' lover, so in order for him to stay undercover, he disguised himself as
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3Helen's Dressing RoomThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"You did a wonderful job Helen my dear!" Madame Emily told Helen in her dressing room, surrounded by bushels of flowers after her amazing performance. "He is pleased with you." Emily informed her, handing her a red rose with a black silk ribbon tied onto its stem.
'He?' Helen thought to herself with a confused expression on her face. 'NiGHTS maybe? Hmm...' Just as Helen was about to ask Emily who gave her the rose, she left the room shutting the door behind her. Now being alone, Helen sat on the stool by her vanity pondering at the mysterious rose she was holding delicately. 'Who is he?' She wondered when suddenly, the door opened.
"Hello Helen." A handsome purple jester holding flowers said as smooth as silk.
Could it be? Is it really him? Helen turned to find her childhood sweetheart kneeling next to her holding a lovely bouquet of flowers. "NiGHTS!" she cried giving him a tight hug. "Those picnics in the attic..." she said, trailing off, and letting nostalgia t
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11865 Opera PopulaireThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The Opera Populaire was a large, thriving Opera House fulled with the most talented artist in all of Nightopia. It was a large theater with red velvety chairs and gold statues all around the room. The ceiling was very high above the floor, and in the middle of it was a huge crystal chandelier. Everyone was franticly getting ready for tonight's show. Back stage, all the stage crew members were making final adjustments to pros, costumes and backdrops, while the dancers stretched and started to practice. On stage was the Opera House prima dona: Claris Sinclair. She was running through a song from the production 'Hannibal' when-
"Attention ladies and gentlemen!" an old owl shouted at everyone, interrupting their work. "I know there have been rumors of my retirement floating around, and now I am here today to tell you that these are all true."
"WOOHOO!" everyone shouted, happy they will no longer be working for him. Owl was fuming at everyone's reaction so started to sc
SicknessShe has all the symptoms:Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
pulling air into her lungs
is a valiant civil war
(and shes wondering who the victor is),
she has a slouch like Lincoln,
like an NBA star without the fame,
if they had ever wanted to
go somewhere and not be recognized
by only an abnormal height, by a difference,
if they had wanted to hide in front of people,
as if she were something small and furred
with button eyes and predators, and a tail
she could tuck between her legs.
Her friends are whispering
and she can listen
because shes good at not being noticed by now,
there are words like lovesickness and who?
but she whispers kyphosis,
that ended when he died clutching the gypsy
Esmerelda after being denied by her,
and he can only hold her when she does not know shes being held,
when not being able to breathe is not a problem.
SOSI want to do something meaningless,SOS in Free Verse More Like This
something instinct has ignored
and my mind has not thought of,
counting pomegranate seeds and forgetting the numbers
and making wishes on three-leaf clovers,
and saying what I mean without
filling it with metaphors
or secret messages,
because theres been enough of those,
too much, and Ive thrown
my decoder ring out the window.
Oblivious is now my closest friend
(but not my best one, I dont know
if shes good for me)
and Im trying not to hear what goes on
between letters, in the spaces and gaps
left by the end and beginning of each word,
like floating bottles from desert islands,
carrying an SOS and a prayer
that is doomed to never be fulfilled,
because no one will bother to answer
except the children,
because they still believe in superheroes and
dont know the currents flow in one direction
and never back,
but the adults will stop them because
they know, and when as children they sent out
their own bottles, there we
A Little DoseCan you rememberA Little Dose in Free Verse More Like This
the date today?
or have all the days slid into each other like
the evaporating colors in a rainbow
or a car into another,
car parts strewn with bloodless carnage across the asphalt.
the spectators are slowing down now to stare and
Its too easy, too easy to feel your heartbeat
and the wheel under your hands,
the sweat-slick texture of your skin,
the pattern of your breathing
and the slight throb behind your left eye
from staying up too late,
and a thousand other annoyances that let you know
youre still on Earth
when its all stopped
for someone else.
But it breaks the monotony, right?
for the brief few moments you see it,
before its filed away under Memory
or just discarded, you remember youre alive,
because its so easy to forget that,
and a little dose of death cures that,
as long as its not your own.
Rite of PassageTheyre handing out a goodbye and a tear toRite of Passage in Free Verse More Like This
everyone they make eye contact with,
trying not to peer too deeply because theres
not enough time to contemplate whats looking out from those eyes,
the scarecrows or the frightened, starving crows
condensed in the shadow of the microphone
on the guitarists lips
while he sings Hallelujah and strums,
we are what weve killed and the band
has gone home to grow patches of
flowing baldness and swollen beer guts,
waiting thirty years before they can smile
about standing on a stage and being adored without
their words tasting like unsweetened coffee,
brown, bitter, and full of jolting
and its been thirty years and now
if they look into each others eyes
for the gravestones of stillborn dreams
their sight is too feeble to see anything
the songwriters immortalize in lyrics,
and too rheumy to show it.
DreamcatchersYou broke the dreamcatcher I made,Dreamcatchers in Free Verse More Like This
red and white beads spread across the floor
and taut strings curled up and
no longer entangled up in one another.
You smiled at me and said as an apology
that now all my dreams would be free to
roam the pastures of my waking hours,
feeding off my fruit and
maturing, becoming something
larger than baby wisps of natural silence.
You said my dreams should not have been trussed up
and held captive like fugitives and thieves,
forced into a sunlit world not their own
or saved up like shiny copper pennies for dark days.
They belong in lavender-colored minutes,
when stars hum distantly,
and reflected in my eyes,
open or covered in weariness.
I showed you that dreams can also shine through
smiles, but (Im sorry) the one I gave you was
made out of wisps of the silence I am giving you,
so I dont have to explain to you that
dreamcatchers catch as many dreams as
firetrucks start fires,
and that they only catch my nightmares.
If I IgnoreHis words beat on her faceIf I Ignore in Open More Like This
in his poised for a slow boil aching manner,
carried on chrysanthemum breath of green chenille
and winter, where animals hole up in caves
to sleep away the danger, and shes screwed
her eyes shut to keep him from getting in
and making a mantra out of
hell go away if i ignore him,
but if she cant say what she knows is there
then hes already inside,
iridescently victorious with beetle-black eyes,
because if you keep chanting
there are no monsters under the bed,
in the closet in strangers
in friends in myself,
they wont have to leave because
youve given them the best defense,
and theyll wait for you
to shrink yourself a doe heart,
beating madly right before you sleep
and all the words you say for composure
dont match your thoughts or the truth.
Then theyll come with flowers.
ShadesShine an apple on your shirt,Shades in Free Verse More Like This
crisp skin & flesh crunchy,
but no taste of the near forgotten
sweet springtime sheddings,
no tastes here,
nothing worth carrying
across the river and nothing you can grasp
will make you better
than the person next to you,
the beggar has his arm around
the lawyer lying on the sidewalk
who is embracing him back with one arm
and fluttering the other to his neck
where Death bit and nestled and
spread like the cancer the beggar had,
like the cancer that has spread here
that no one has but keeps
people distant like black stars
with bridges built out of bewilderment
on spongy, common ground.
Sometimes, the gates will open and
a new citizen comes stumbling in,
still flushed with vivacity and a
peach tinge to their skin and
the wind carries sea salt air, I
smell the creakings of old books
and the seamstress across the street
says its the scent of spinning spools,
the butcher says dead cow and for one
moment I taste chocolate on the wind.
Then they slam close
ListenIn my next life I want to be born as a cave fish,Listen in Free Verse More Like This
evolution dictating that I have milky skin
and blind eyes,
but mostly I just want the obsolete eyes.
I could swim all day in pools
illuminated by the star strokes rippling
from my fins,
I could create the world inside me,
craft it out of the dusk songs of
lapping water and stalactites
and bats cries and
and never be contradicted because
I cant see the evidence to the contrary.
Ill learn how to sing those songs for you,
the notes tart bouquets of shadows
and the lyrics obscure dust and grime
that covers everything in primordial kisses,
as long as you listen.
51109I am scraping the last51109 in Free Verse More Like This
clumps of coherency out of my skull,
cutting off my eyelids and injecting caffeine.
Hannibals crusade, Napoleons final attack,
The British trying to take back America,
us staying together,
and this is just another losing battle.
Im spread out on the floor of my room,
still dressed, and its 4:30 in the morning
and my only company is the grunting of the printer,
forced to spit out something I cant remember writing.
Ive painted green leaves on the side of my house,
on the backs of my hands, because summer has come
to wither everything brown, Midas with a touch of death,
and I need to be able to remember spring
even when all the color has fled.
Dance of the SpiritsHe lives off dandelion seeds,Dance of the Spirits in Free Verse More Like This
seasoned with tattered colors from the Aurora Borealis,
and sometimes its the edges of his fingernails,
and he draws pictures of striped purple cats
because he saw a movie once where
one disappeared except for its smile,
and he knows enough people to know
that sometimes that smile is all there is
and too many have forgotten whats supposed
to fill in the space behind it.
he has seen the atrocity in benevolence,
mismatched socks of emotions
sliding in her eyes and the curve of her mouth
upwards like a crescent moon,
like waning and stretched skin over ribs,
like the slumber of winter in the north
painted by the curtains of color
that die on Halloween or in May
and glow again in other months,
and in those months he paints self-portraits
(and the paintings have more than animals
perfectayour body-perfecta in Free Verse More Like This
the curved smell of white soap,
the tangle of your pale skin.
and you've got winter in your eyes-
ice flowers on your mouth.
it's nothing but some radiation,
nothing but a little
your hips like gunpowder,
explosive down the street...
cowboy, flick off ash, and
become, in the summer breeze,
beautiful 6your mind is deluded,beautiful 6 in Free Verse More Like This
your head is thick.
you strike out like a snake,
and you always hit the parts
that hurt the most.
and you do it on purpose.
your brain is all gray matter, working on the subconcious-
the way you move is like coffee,
you dont take care of yourself.
your thick skin is calloused and your Catholic pulse is
spinning you out into art.
slowly becoming a child again.
you are all nails.
i know though that,
underneath it all,
you cry, and cry.
and that is why i dont say anything.
Death Valley, CA"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,Death Valley, CA in Free Verse More Like This
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over." -23rd psalm
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I'm the baddest motherfucker in the valley." - General Patton
In the swimming heat,
The glaring sunshine-
Beneath the veranda of a cigarette,
And through the mist of blood and dirt-
I find you by my side.
This aint no dissertation.
Along the California beach-
(through Vietnam clouds of mosquitoes)
Home is where the heart is;
Lilacs and underneath the soil, the bodies of the dead,
Spirits rising up and
Coursing through my veins.
A slight piano so
romance without financeghosts on guitarromance without finance in Free Verse More Like This
the dark blue was crowding around,
rebelling against one swinging light;
girls with perfume, wild hair
(child eyes, and torn stockings,
walked windy down the avenues of night-
his gold ring glittered on his finger
relic of the cartel, beaming past the storming sand.
but in the morning,
the dream of that dissolved-
traces were hard to pick up.
only lemons and lightwood,
after soap scents curled around your fingers-
spinning honey sun.
wake upIwake up in Free Verse More Like This
get out of bed, forget all the shit your dreams said
spin the starlights in your head
get your morning shave
put on coffee and
the radio- checking for the traffic,
blues upon your stereo,
or else fuck that and lets stay here.
eyes like moon hanging under clouds:
half-shaded and feral, you see
costumed living dancing on the day of the dead
but then daddy you know its all the same;
the street is blowing up in heat
the people are all giving the signal
(secret shaded eyes that paint a flash in the mind;
the object of desire on the chessboard)
a bomb went off on E Street
and you were standing on the sidelines,
taking note of the wreckage
baby you can start a fire:
with your lazy eyes
your Columbia movements
avocado mind (salted and sweat)
it doesnt make an inch of difference;
let's pack our things together,
throw off the dust
killers blood- love
television bluessmoke rose up like the devil fromtelevision blues in Free Verse More Like This
tarmac and potholes,
steamed out from the dont walk signs
flashing into your brain
an illuminated popsicle in the darkness;
smoke and summer in your cats bones
tv voodoo love machine in musical catgut
i am the darkest love tunnel youll ever meet and my
mayan sign is death.
some people think theyre always right,
others are quiet and uptight-
if it aint too much to ask,
on this fine neon night
take me out to dinner, fool around some-
forget all about me and
never try to call me again.
bam! sed the colt 45,
cherry bombwhen you pass,cherry bomb in Free Verse More Like This
all the spanish guys
with barrio eyes
remark on the lovely summer swing
of your walk
and the way your even skin says
honey to the birds---
what they don know, ti bella,
is that youre a gunslinging cowboy
and that youre set on
bombing and imploding
with a streak of emblem lipgloss.
la barcelonetaIn Puerto Rico,la barceloneta in Free Verse More Like This
a flower bloomed-
thick skinned and petals
exuding the soft, rank breath
You, standing in the sun, by the water-
in front of Conquistador city sidewalks;
in a song.
Shirtless, on the prowl-
Bound in heat and all wound up in muscle,
Art along your
Your body is an
but to me it's somethin sweet.
Your clean sheets in the morning,
shower mist into the claws of summer heat-
feelin like a dog in the yardGirls, dont go crazyfeelin like a dog in the yard in Free Verse More Like This
when men use you
You was prolly askin for it,
she sed with a curling mouth,
Not that i know much.
And anyway the same thingd happened to her-
so why even give it attention? she thot.
Since ya cant have your cake n eat it too,
I just hang out in back-
by the limits of shadows,
suspended in subtle
and not havin any concious part in any of it.
Since it doesnt matter much to me anyway,
I just dont get involved.
Its not a good feelin
to see some girl crying,
Oriental red and blackbird fake lashes
done up in vain: amassing stupidity;
or else some guy,
staring empty at hi
jamiethis has gotta be the worst news yet-jamie in Free Verse More Like This
when the devil found out you was pregnant,
he did a jig.
bagpipes in Hell and
steel magnolias playing on a
universal TV set.
thats pretty much as bad as it can get for me.
i know i said it was alright,
but just leave the money at the door
and thatll be the end.
Just Beyond My Reach 00Just Beyond My Reach 00 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Chapter 0:The Transfer of Wishes
We all had a party at Tad's house for his 18th birthday. He drove us around Afton for hours, listening to music so loud that we could scream along and no one would know. It was Devin, Libby, Wyatt and me that was celebrating Tad's birthday with him. He had to beg Wyatt to come with us, since Tad was the only boy in our 'group'. Wyatt wasn't exactly close friends to us girls, but we were acquainted with him due to our time in orchestra together--the trips just brought people together more than one was comfortable with.
We ate at the Red Baron restaurant, had an ice-cream fight in the car, went and cleaned his mom's car, went to Canyon View park and took pictures for remembrances for years to come. We managed to get to Alpine in our shenanigans and we busted into Tad's house, his mother, Tami, greeting us with hugs and smiles.
Just Beyond My Reach 02Chapter 2: The House of the Assassinating BankerJust Beyond My Reach 02 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Qui siamo!" Federico announced, stopping in front of a huge house in the middle of Firenze. It was just a bit larger than most houses around, the pillars and arches of the front door suggesting that the family was proper and had a good fortune.
"Wow...." I whispered under my breath, and then pointed towards the house. "That one right there?"
Federico laughed. "Si. Venire." He offered his arm to me and led me to the door.
"You're family is ricco?" I asked as he pushed open the front door.
He grinned. "See for yourself." Pulling me in the door, he paused a moment to let me take in the sight. It was everything that you would expect in a rich families home--the polished surfaces of everything shining brightly in the dim light of the candles lit throughout the entire room. The grand staircase leading to the upper leveled rooms were covered in rich, red carpet. The paneled walls were edged with dark trimmings with a carved rose design. He led
Just Beyond My Reach 09Chapter 9: Poisoning the SnakeJust Beyond My Reach 09 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We left for San Gimignano as soon as Mario equipped me with the proper equipment A sword strapped to my hip, some throwing knifes attached to my belt, and a small dagger against the sturdy boots that Mario gave to me. Although he was concerned for my safety, he didn't strap a chest guard or spaulders onto me. I had trained without them, and he thought that it would be best if I fought more comfortably tonight.
I didn't have a clue what I was suppose to do when we got there, but I figured that Mario would devise a plan later. When Mario and I walked out of the villa and down the stairs into the small town, I silently looked back over my shoulder.
I saw Ezio's silhouette upon the Villa's roof, his uncovered face turned up towards the sky, the fading sun light peeping over the mountains glinting off of his dark hair and white clothing.
And I had once hoped... I thought sadly, and then turned to follow Mario through the town. Outside the town gate, ther
Just Beyond My Reach 04Chapter 4: What it TakesJust Beyond My Reach 04 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I woke up the next morning, I heard muffled talking from outside my window. I laid there for a moment, trying to figure out whose voices they were, but I couldn't due to my morning grogginess. I rolled out of the rather large bed, flinging the maroon covers off of me, and straightened out Ezio's clothing that I had slept in. After finding my shoes next to the door, I put them on and exited the room.
Walking down the halls, I realized that I hadn't taken the time to memorize the house yet, so I would probably find myself lost. Hopefully one of the brothers or Anetta were wandering around the house. However, even in my lack of recognition, I found the stairs to the front room. In the front room was Giovanni and Maria, and they were whispering lightly to each other and giving each other pecking kisses. Trying not to be awkward about it, I descended that stairs quietly to not disturb them. It was nice to see, however, that they loved each other despite Giovann
Just Beyond My Reach 03Chapter Three: Truth Be ToldJust Beyond My Reach 03 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Here." Ezio handed me a dark leather belt. I wrapped it around my waist, entrapping the edges of the pants under the strap. I managed to get my shoes on, which were more like flat slippers or ballerina shoes, whatever the hell they were called. "Absolutely charming." I glared at the smiling man, and made my way back through his bedroom door.
"I'm not looking to impress, Ezio." I flipped my hair out of my eyes. "Comfort is my top priority."
Chuckling, he followed me out the door. "I already told you that I think it's a very endearing look for you."
I pointed to my face, plastered with annoyance. "Does it look like I care what you think?"
"No--but I could change that." Ezio raised an eyebrow at me, letting a sly smirk to curve his lips.
I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond to his outrageous offer, Federico appeared around the corner.
"There you two are," he said, jogging up to us. His face had signs of excitement, a small light shining in the depths
Just Beyond My Reach 11Chapter 11: To Find The FoxJust Beyond My Reach 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezio didn't hesitate to just simply walk into Leonardo's workshop. I wanted to scold him for being so rude, but I was too excited to see Leonardo again.
The room was dimly lit, and there seemed to be even more papers and junk spilling out over the room. With a quick glance casting over the room, I saw the Italian painter standing next to one of his many shelves, reaching up and grabbing for something.
I got to it before Ezio could. "Leonardo!" I exclaimed, running past Ezio and up to Leonardo with open arms.
Leonardo took in the sight of us before I threw my arms around him. "Ezio! Narina!" He hugged me back in an excited manner and then took me by the shoulders and held me an arms length away. He looked over me quickly with a grin and then up to Ezio, who was approaching us now with his hood down and a smile on his lips.
"The past two years haven't changed you much, I see," Ezio commented, judging on how Leonardo didn't look all that much older and also by
Just Beyond My Reach 08Chapter Eight: A Part of The FamilyJust Beyond My Reach 08 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I bathed for the first time in a week once we were all settled in the Villa. Once I was cleaned of all blood, dirt and grime, I toweled myself off, rubbing away the ribbons of water. As I rubbed the towel into my hair roughly, I reached out to wipe away the steam that clouded the mirror.
The skin on the young girl that looked back at me was smooth and pale, a small dark mole under her right eye. Her lips were more pursed yet still full and rosy pink. Dark and wet black hair tumbled carelessly across her forehead and over her shoulders. Her figure wasn't exactly luscious-sort of soft and thin, but still very noticeable. However pretty and innocent looking, her deep blue eyes spoke of truths and realizations of a woman who had gone through a lifetime of trouble, and her face was drawn from her exhaustion and her own mistakes.
I was skeptical, but the round necklace that was rested against the woman's collarbone told me that this woman was indeed my own
Just Beyond My Reach 10Chapter 10: Dealing With the PastJust Beyond My Reach 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the way back to Monteriggioni, Mario and the remaining mercenaries went ahead of Ezio and I, showing their excitement with large smirks and quick kicks to their horses sides to make the beasts run. It wasn't long before Ezio and I were long behind the rest of the group, Mario staying long enough behind to tell us he was going ahead as well.
I wasn't in the mood to join in the celebration ride I was still miffed about the whole 'not being able to kill Vieri' thing. Ezio stayed behind with me because I knew that he wanted to talk to me, judging by the looks he kept throwing at me from upon his horse on the other side of the path from me.
When Mario and his men were all but just dots down the road, Ezio veered his horse over towards me.
"Narina," he started, reaching up to lower his hood. The bright moon rays lit up his face, glinting slightly off of his dark hair.
Giving him a sideways glance, I said nothing, but didn't veer away from him like I
Just Beyond My Reach 01Chapter One: The Auditore BrothersJust Beyond My Reach 01 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My breath caught in my throat when I awoke abruptly. Before I could glance around to try and figure out where I was, my body was thrown over a hard object and my body folded at my waist about it. Realizing that I was being treated as luggage, I tried to twist violently around in the position to see who was holding me to their shoulder.
"Stop squirming, l'acqua guarda."
Water eyes? Did this man just call me water eyes?
"Put me down, lei il bruto!" I yelled back at him, and then gasped in shock when I realized that I was speaking Italian. But...why wouldn't I know Italian?
"Just a little further--please hang on."
I felt like I should know whose voice this was, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Moreover, I felt like I should have known what was going on.
In actuality, I didn't know a thing. For god's sake, I didn't even know my own name! Who was I? What was I doing over this man's shoulder? Did he mean something to me? Should I ask him what the hell wa
Best Wishes~ FamilyWe met by chance, our paths collideBest Wishes~ Family in Free Verse More Like This
To each a start—to each a glide
A step—to where we are today
I’d never guessed that it’d turn out this way
I was the dark-skinned girl of unspoken tears
Afraid of my past while the future I feared
But on my journey, I learned that friends
Can do to heart what words can’t mend
He was the boy, one of triplets, you see
But they were often viewed as one, not three
So to find what he was away from the pack
He set off from home without a glance back
He was the hero, of a different kind
His mind worked differently than ours were designed
Short and brave, courageous and brash
It all fell to the Trainer whose name was Ash
Though at times we fought, I now know who I am
As this journey has taken us cross Unova land
But what we are is plain to see
A family—is what we’ve come to be
Unova~ Untitled When are we going to get out of this forest?" Iris whined. "We’ve been lost for days now!"Unova~ Untitled in Short Stories More Like This
Ash, her friend, trudged ahead, again following a whim of Iris'. It was true; they had been ambling in circles through the thick wood just miles West of Driftveil for almost a week now. Even Iris, who was well-practiced in long journeys and rough terrains, was no match for the constant traveling with a distractible boy, and not to mention an empty stomach.
"I'm actually starting to miss Cilan’s annoying Connoisseur talk," she whined.
"Don't worry," Ash stated confidently, "We'll find him."
"Pika pika," the little Electric-type chimed in, wanting to get its two cents worth.
For another half an hour the silence was only broken by the rustling of Pokémon in trees and bushes, along with Iris' light scolding of Axew whenever it ran off to investigate something interesting.
Iris' shout p
Pokemon Anime PoemsJust Waiting on a FriendPokemon Anime Poems in Free Verse More Like This
Through blinding sun and blowing snow
I will wait for you
'Midst drowning rain and driving hail
I'll keep your word as true
The magic that binds me here
Keeps my faith in you alive
A hope stays lit inside my heart
Of which no one can deprive
But as I lie beside the fire, listening to the night
Somehow I know that it can't be true
But even though the years have gone, Master
I will wait for you.
Heroes: the Movie
Do not cry, little one
For it's not as you believe
Though he lives not under the sun
He stays inside of you and me
When the Soul Dew was forever lost
Your brother knew it was he to set the pace
Stop the wave no matter the cost
And take your father's place
Don't cry, my little friend
Don't cry your heart so sore
Please remember, this is not the end
You don't have to be invisible anymore.
Paul and Chimchar: Battle Dimension
Master, please tell me
What'd I do wrong
Your cold voice scolds me
Like I was not strong
But please! Will you listen?
I don't understa
Cheren~ Two Years Back “Ahh, the Swanna fly across the evening sky tinted orange with the setting sun.... It’s things like this-- this extraordinary beauty that makes my pure heart flutter like a free-willed Beautifly! Cheren, isn’t it that same for you?”Cheren~ Two Years Back in Short Stories More Like This
The buggy Gym Leader turned to me, his arms spread wide and face basking in the evening sun. I just couldn’t hold back the smile forming on my lips. Burgh had apparently gone looking for me, to offer his form of congratulations and advice for my becoming of a Gym Leader. Right now we were standing on Aspertia Lookout, and I was secretly enjoying how sidetracked my poetic friend could get.
Burgh, completely ignoring my lack of an answer, twirled around and started pacing, a look of foreign concentration on his features. “But-- one must take into account the tragic fact of Lenora’s resignation. She, as you know, was the organizer of the Unova World Leaders tournament. Without
Adventure: a PoemAdventure: a Poem in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If you seek adventure
Hold fast to what you know
For one can never tell just where
The roaming winds will blow
You can sail the mighty seas
Riding atop foam-crested waves
Where a single roaring tempest
Can lead a sailor to his grave
Rise high to the sunlit sky
On the beat of a dragon's wing
Or quest to the edge of the wood
To appease the mighty king
You can travel without aim
Through twisting caverns, deep underground
For just around the corner may hide treasure to be found
The ruins hide the mystery
As one can always find
Though fortune comes at a costly price
For greed can make one blind
Behold: the towering mountain
Standing before one and all
Take the challenge if you dare
And careful not to fall
Follow the winding river
As it leads you far astray
Or walk hand in hand with the one you love
As night turns into day
You might cross the rickety bridge
To get to the other side
Or climb to the tallest tower
To fill your heart with pride
Everywhere, in everything
Adventure can be found
The Legend of Black and White: a PoemThe Legend of Black and White: a Poem in General Fiction More Like This
Twin dragons, twin heroes,with opposites alike
Betwixt truth and ideals; the black and the white
Both seeking the world to change with their might.
But a great war erupted, bringing the brothers divide
And the whole of Unova fell to ruin.
With the land lying in waste, the two dragons fought on
Guided by the brothers' brawn
While Unova pleaded for white flags to be drawn
But on the dragons fought, until they were gone
And retreated into the Light and Dark stones.
The heroes vanquished, Unova was left without aid
Towns to rebuild, with debts to be paid
But what better for their pride to be laid?
Though lives were taken, memories fade
Of the ambitions of two foolish rulers.
But mark my words, the legend lives on
Destined to continue some other dawn
Two new heroes will lay each pawn
The dragons again will rise, and choose to serve right or wrong
As the battle for the future of Unova begins afresh.
Now learn from this lesson, aye, don't be a fool
A coward to fight but proud to rule
BW2~ Before it's too LatePart TwoBW2~ Before it's too Late in Short Stories More Like This
Find Ghetsis, thought Rosa. Gotta find Ghetsis. Silently she stole through Team Plasma’s icy ship as her friend Hue and his Emboar fought madly above decks to buy them time. She smirked as she came across the electric fences protecting the inner sanctum. Password protected, as locks always were.
“Well, this is easy enough,” she mumbled happily to herself. Opening the keypad, Rosa punched in the word “liberate,” guessing the result. One by one the fences deactivated with a slight sizzling sound. “Yes!” she cheered quietly, shaking her head at how thick Plasmans could be. “Really, ‘liberate,’ like anyone wouldn’t guess that on their first try.”
Rosa could see the green-glowing warp panels that led to different places on the ship. But something else was nagging her, something that had to be taken care of before she took a step further.
Taking a red-and-white
Cynthia's Champion Tale When I was five, my mom died of a strange illness that the doctors couldn’t identify. I think that it was that same disease that caused my dad to become critically ill. I’m not going to lie; my parents weren’t rich. Neither of them had been what you’d call “successful Trainers.” In fact, it was pretty much my mom’s job as a Pokémon Center assistant that was keeping us going. So, when my dad fell ill, the little money we had wasn’t even close to enough to pay the bill to cure him.Cynthia's Champion Tale in Short Stories More Like This
When I was seven, my dad had begun to really need that surgery. But, like I said, we had no means of affording it. So, one day, I made a desperate choice. I needed to go on a journey and win the money.
I told my dad I was going to travel to help him. He smiled in a weak way and told me lovingly that he was proud of me. I remember sighing when I left the room to pack my few things. I knew somehow that this was going
Pokemon are our LightVolcarona, the shining sunPokemon are our Light in Free Verse More Like This
Gave the world light when it had none
And Rapidash, the flaming steed
Shouldered out weight with blazing speed
Absol, made of darkest night
Warned us of disaster’s might
As Excadrill, with claws of stone
Dug the tunnels to lead our own
And Dragonite, of legends told
Saved stranded sailors since the times of old
Celebi, the traveling maid
Spread peace to cease the restless blade
As Leavanny, in gracious green
Sewed clothes from leaves, the forest queen
And Shaymin, in both Sky and Land
Helped gratitude spread from hand to hand
Togekiss, through times old and gone
Flew to herald the coming dawn
The playful prince, young Manaphy
Connected hearts across the sea
Always, Pokémon have helped us survive
Sharing our shelter, our food, our lives
By our side, faithful and loyal
Doing their part in our ceaseless toil
So take time to thank them for all that they’ve done
For it hasn’t been always that we’ve seen the sun
Traveller's TaleOn moonlit nights we heard her singingTraveller's Tale in Free Verse More Like This
The sweetest sound like bells were ringing
Echoing deep from within the wood
It eased you to sleep and lightens your mood
A traveller heard our stories of the girl
He set off to find her, his mind a-whirl
And for seven nights there was no song
In our hearts we feared something was wrong
But on the morning of the eighth day
The traveller came again to stay
His eyes were wild yet showed no fear
He told his story for all to hear:
The strangest girl youve ever seen
Almost like a living dream
Tall and proud with beauty and grace
Yet more precious than both time and space
Her eyes were blue like cloudless day
Or like the feathers of the blue jay
Like a mountain stream flowing free
With more depth than the endless sea
Her hair was long and raven-black
It flowed and rippled down her back
Like a dark cascade of a waterfall
Timeless beauty to be admired by all
With harp of silver and voice of gold
She seemed t
The Dark LordIn the Dark I have walkedThe Dark Lord in Free Verse More Like This
And with mighty demons talked
I was feared throughout the land
And thousands died by my command.
All trembled at my very name
For me the Darkest creatures came
I swept aside the fools of Light
And ushered in my endless Night.
Often did the heroes appear
And raise an army of sword and spear
I broke them all and reigned supreme
I laughed at every cry and scream.
Yet one day my power broke
And my empire went up in smoke
By a childs hand I was undone!
My Night was shattered by the sun!
In the Dark I stormed in rage
Desperate to escape my cage
My cunning mind formed my plan
And so my revenge began.
Peoples minds I visited in sleep
And left my darkness there to creep
That is where Ive left my mark
I cannot be defeated: I live in every human heart.
The Four MonarchsIn this world there is beauty and there is lifeThe Four Monarchs in Free Verse More Like This
Yet there is also hardship and there is strife
And hidden in forests and oceans deep
The four old Monarchs lie in sleep.
The King of Earth carves mountains and rules the sand
The Queen of Air from high above surveys the land
The King of Fire bathes in lava and ash in dreams
The Queen of Water loves all oceans and streams.
The four old Monarchs who long ago walked our land
To teach us, and listen and understand
They taught us so much and their lessons we forgot
We took without need and left them to rot.
They fled from us, in sorrow and fear
To the deep places where hope still shone clear
They fell into slumber and the years slipped away
And there do they sleep still, even to this day.
Red StarLook way up there in the skyRed Star in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you see the Red Star flying by?
Shooting across the midnight sky
Its my friend the Red Star
Shining brightest in the dark
Always by your side
Never one to give up
Shes always on the winning side
Look way up there in the sky
Do you see my Red Star flying by?
Shooting across the midnight sky
Always on the move
Never gonna leave a friend behind
Shes loyal and true
Always cheerful til the very end
Fighting side by side
Look way up there in the sky
I see my Red Star flying by
Shooting across the midnight sky
Watching over me.
A true a friend as can be
Thats my Red Star
Cloudy SecretsLying in the cool September sun,Cloudy Secrets in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the world go by.
Above my head the clouds whisper
The secrets only we know.
And when I close my eyes
I dream of days gone by
Days of laughter and of madness
And of secrets that the clouds know.
Our friendship is a message in a bottle,
One that only we can open,
It's a message of the days we shared
And of secrets that we told the clouds.
It's a friendship for all our lives
That will bind us both together.
One part is you, another is me, and
The third is the secrets that the clouds know.
LookLook at you and look at meLook in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This not what I wanna see.
Look at us, so alike
Why do we always have to fight?
If only we could get along
Then maybe we could be together
But not until we stop this fight
Will we ever have the right
Were so very alike
And yet we just cant stop the fight
Its like a fire within our souls
And it just wont burn out!
But maybe you could look deep down
And see me standing here
Im here waiting for that day
When you turn to me and say
I love you too.
Faded ink stainsA nearly snapped spine,Faded ink stains in Free Verse More Like This
And cracked yellow skin.
Faded ink stains,
From an old fountain pen.
Once loved, caressed, revered;
Now old, broken and forgotten.
No longer to appear before thousands.
No longer to paint images of fantasy.
Tattered old leather clothes.
Skin like withered autumn leaves.
So many faded ink stains,
From that old fountain pen.
An ancient book with ancient words.
The pages rustle in the wind,
And the ink fades in the rain,
But in memory lives on.
Saving meYou think youre saving me.Saving me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rescuing me from a terrible fate.
But in truth youre hurting me.
Hurting me, pulling me, so stop!
Cause youre killing me!
You killing me instead of saving me
I feel like Im drowning in a sea of lies
Buried six feet under by half truths
I just cant take it anymore!
Youre killing me now!
No more lies, no more deceit
It hurts too much to bear
If you truly ever loved me
Then you would stop
Before you kill me instead
Im dying right here in your arms
Choked to death by a web of corruption
So instead of saving me and keeping me safe
Youve tortured me, hurt me and now
Youre killing me.