Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Child PreyChild Prey:Child Prey in Free Verse More Like This
He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...
As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...
Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...
It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...
"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
Practice Poem - D and D Tongue TwisterPractice Poem - D&D Tongue Twist:Practice Poem - D and D Tongue Twister in Free Verse More Like This
So here, sit down, get down;
Everyone just f'in' hit the ground.
Cause I'm rhymin' with some rap I stole,
Everyone in the house just sit and roll;
Cause I'm burnin' fire with an Undead Monk
Yeah I play D&D when I'm f'in drunk.
Rush feats that'll make you go mad in black,
You'll scribble all over that fanny pack.
Now I'm crusin' through some Elven Wood,
Searchin' up some dude for the stolen good,
When a dragon pops out snarl and roar,
Man I roll for a 'Fist of Garandor'.
Eight dee six damage added through and through,
'Chain fist' makes me some Dragon Goo.
Got loot poppin' outta my character sheet;
Don't wanna get it stained with my milk and wheat...
So I sit in a tavern restin' up,
While the DM fills his restin' gut.
And his mom comes in the f'in room,
"Hey why didja enter mah lair of doom!"
"Do you want me to bring some pizza rolls?"
"Goddamit Mom I'm the Evil Grole!"
"But do you want some of those f'in pizza rolls?"
"Yeah I'll have some mom ju
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
Feral ReincarnationHe was, of course, slacking off. Even though, in the past, he had always taken care of his chores, today felt different. It felt strange performing the tasks which came so naturally before. Maybe his birthday was the reason he was slacking off He was turning eighteen tomorrow. Despite everyone else patting him on the back and telling him he could fuck some girl without getting into trouble, it felt more than that to the young man. It felt more like a milestone than he would let the others know.Feral Reincarnation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey! Nate!" Scrambling off the trashcan, Nate hurried to make it look like he was at least doing something. He filled his hands with boxes and pretended to be carrying when his friend, Cody, came into view. Like him, Cody was still a novice Blade. It didn't mean shit to Nate, however. Despite their being on the lowest rung of the ladder, they were still pretty competent fighters.
His grinning friend came into view, and Nate couldn't help but return it, even th
IllusionA growl rose up through Midnight's chest as he turn around to look at Aru. The man was going upstairs to put his little girl away, as well as another child; neither of them being his concern. No, his problem had just become the man himself.Illusion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Did the fool think he was playing, that he was toying with him? Or did he really think himself safe. Perhaps he just didn't understand whom he was speaking too; that could be easily rectified.
Midnight would need to wait until Aru came back but once he did, well
"Let the fun begin "
Alice wouldn't worry about the four of them. She knew they were out adventuring and having a good time. Taking an extra night in this inn would be nothing big. Up in their room, Aru chased his children around and around, wearing out their ever-so-present energy. He tickled Marrissa, threw Takari up and down in the air and tackled Erika playfully, blowing raspberries on her belly. Finally, when they were all out of breath, Aru helped them change, wash their fac
Law of plot WIP LAW OF PLOTLaw of plot WIP in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
0) Anything and Everything is possible
1) Characters will always be pushed together. Always.
2) Even if the character does not want to go somewhere, he/she/it will be forced to. Even if there is another solution somewhere else.
3) Prisoners always carry lock-picking devices on their person, yet they are never searched by the captors.
4) Explosions are good.
5) Hair does not follow the rule of gravity.
6) There is always an enemy.
7) Side quests are abundant.
8) At least one person has a dark past.
9) The hero is not dead until the body is found. And even if the body is found, there is still a chance that the hero is alive.
10) The big bad guy always has some kind of ulterior motive or hidden plans.
11) Fate doesn't like to be defied, but through a bit of work, and a bit of luck, it can be thwarted, or at least skewed, from it's original intentions
12) There is always a price to pay
13) No matter how improbable, you will run into companions/enemies
14a) If a charact
Chastity beltYou never put a chastity belt on a sex addict. Never. It always ends up poorly. Not to mention if that sex addict is a basically all powerful being whose sexual need is driven up once every thousand to million years.Chastity belt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drakonius should have chosen different people to sleep with. He should have known that when they became pregnant that something was not completely right. He already had a heir, Keiranos. With two other children, what was he going to do? He did take them, though. They were basically demi-gods in their own rights and he didn't know what would happen if they kept the children - hell, these were the first kids he had had ever.
Drakonius could get no work done. The damn belt was a constant reminder of what he couldn't have anymore. Alexis wouldn't take the thing off, either. Some sort of spell he had yet to figure out - something about going to her Creator. And all attempts to reach Drakonius's own Creator had failed. Sitting at the desk, his leg shook up and down co
Feral Reincarnation - p2Nate stalked the streets, pulling his new jacket close to him. He was just leaving King territory for his own home, having taken a walk after the fight with the Feral boy.. The jacket, of course, had been stolen. He had recognized a King who had a very nice leather trench coat. And Nate wanted it. He thought of it as a birthday present to himself. It was a very nice present, and he was glad he thought of it.Feral Reincarnation - p2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning a corner, he let out a sigh at the familiar sight of home territory. Now, he would head home and- DONG
Nate looked over his shoulder, far off into the distance. DONG. A clock tower struck. DONG. Was it really that late already? DONG. Wait that meant
"My birthday " Nate mumbled to himself. A strange urge coming over him, the boy hopped onto the hood of a car, and sat through the ringing. "Ten Eleven Twelve " He grinned. "Happy birthday, me."
And that was when everything changed.
The world shook and rumbled suddenly, rocking violently back an
Like Father Like SonHe died slowly.Like Father Like Son in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He died painfully.
He died alone.
Ludwig Eberhart's body was found mere hours after he was shot. An ambulance was called. He was pronounced dead on the scene, tossed aside like trash between the overturned garbage cans. Police were called. None came. Soon, people came to move his corpse. Faceless entities that were mere puppets, controlled by those who wore crowns. The ones who saw the deep crimson pools that reflected light like rusted copper ignored it. The ones who knew what happened falsified surprise and grief and made it into an art.
All too quietly, Ludwig was tossed into the back of the ambulance as if a broken toy that was to be taken to the secondhand store. Blank blue eyes stared upwards, as if the barrel of the gun was still hanging in front of him. The blood had stopped flowing from the wound in his chest, yet the clean metal floor was still stained and marred by the rented flesh, which already had begun its slow decomposition. As the door was cl
Black PitchIru moaned, but didn't move.Black Pitch in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It hurt. Everything hurt. Places he didn't have names for hurt. It hurt to just lie there. It hurt to breathe. He exhaled, and whimpered. They held him down, and they bit him, and they cut him, and they-
No. He didn't want to remember that. He wanted to forget. He just wanted to sink away into a black oblivion, a soft inky darkness that would smother everything. This fear, this pain, this cold, but mostly the humiliation.
They laughed. Just laughed at him as they-
Eyes widening, he inched away from the doorway. Or, attempted to. But the slightest movement sent shivers down his spine and he stopped. The door creaked open and he froze, pressing himself to the ground as if he could blend in with the blood stained tiles.
Echoing smacking, continuing through the black pitch and bouncing, reverberating forever, like the rolling waves of the ocean. Tap -ap -ap -ap. Tap -ap -ap -ap. Closer, and closer.
Iru whimpered, and braced himself for the
Nano 2010And thus the world was turned to sand, angry was the One Goddess. In retaliation for the blasphemers and neglect, the Namuh race was punished with infertility. Green grass turned to brown before withering beneath a sun with razor sharp rays in a blue sky turned hard yellow. The once fragrant flowers now spewed the stench of sulfur. And it was all our fault. Thus we, the Namuh, were punished thousands upon thousands of years ago. Left stranded in this sea of sand, we had but one choice. Return praise to the one above, appease her and praise her for her wisdom, beauty and generosity for we have our life, at least. We have our world and a home. Once the Fertility Goddess accepts our pleas and sorrow will she return life to our world.Nano 2010 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those accused of blasphemy lose all privilege and rights as a member of the Namuh race. The Haven and Divine Guard will no longer offer protection to the offender.
The offender is to be brought in to the High Temple of the Hav
Nano 2010 - p3"Help! Help!" He cried, turning back to the group. "There's someone here! There's a survivor!" Not checking to see if they were following, Danny rushed forward to the man. He was lying prone on the ground, a bandaged, bloodied hand curled about a pole as if it were a lifeline. The ringing Danny heard - and still heard - was a bell, tied to a wire on the pole. Carefully side-stepping the unconscious man, he grabbed at the pole, pulling it from the ground. It slipped from the man's weak grasp and Danny looked at the bell on top.Nano 2010 - p3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This thing is huge," he mumbled to himself, turning the bell about in his hands. But he did not notice the man, his opening eyes and panicked look. He only realized that he had awoken when a hand grasped his ankle. Danny grasped. Desperately, he kicked at him, screaming and yelling. The hold never loosened, though and soon he felt the wet blood from the maimed hand seeping into his pants legs.
"Let go!" He screamed, tossing the bell down to the ground. "Let go o
Feral Reincarnation - p7Kaleb scratched the puppy's belly, and laughed at its expression. A big Doberman, the lolling tongue and half closed eyes made the young Feral giddy. They had gotten in a new shipment of dogs to train and breed earlier that day. He had missed seeing them in, but he definitely wouldn't miss "breaking them in" for the trainers.Feral Reincarnation - p7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despite his glee at seeing the puppies, Kaleb had not forgotten about Nate. It was a little itch in the back of his mind, always making itself present when he wasn't patting the dogs or laughing at them. "Don't forget about Nate," it said. "Don't forget what he said about the apples and Aru." After some time of playing, wrestling and biting, when he and the pups were all worn out, the door to the warehouse creaked open, and the light spilled out into the darkness, illuminating the face of Tyson Jr., one of the trainers. Slouched over, he leaned against the door frame, hands in his hood pockets.
"Fancy seeing you here, K
Japanese names 4 girls part 12Japanese names for girls part 6. comments and favs are greatly appreciated.Japanese names 4 girls part 12 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sumiko-clear thing child/pure child
Tomiko-treasured beauty child
Tosiko-alert child/child of many years
Umeko-plum blossome child
Yasuko-honest cild/peacful child
yoko-ocean child/positive child
Yoshie-fragrant branch/good day
japanese names 4 girls part 10Japanese names for girls part 6. comments and favs are greatly appreciated.japanese names 4 girls part 10 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Minori-(unisex name)Beautiful harbor/village of beautiful fields
Mitsuko-chilf full of blessings/Shining child
Miwa-beautiful haramony/three rings
Miyako-beautiful march child
Miyoko-Beautiful generation child/third generation child
Momoe-Hundread blessings/hundred rivers
Naomi-above all beauty
Natsuko summer child
Japanese sufixesName SuffixesJapanese sufixes in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-chan: Used between friends or with someonne younger than you. Generally a very friendly suffix which is normally used with girls and close female companions
-kun: Generally used for males, but can bee used for females too.
-san: Polite and formal. Used for someone at the same position as you or higher. You would use this with strangers if you didn't know them well. It basically means Mr., miss, Mrs.
dono: this confers utmost respect
-sama: Very high respect. Used when speakiing about gods or someone like an emperor or king
-sensei: Originally means "born earlier thhan me". Usually used towards your master, teacher, or someone wise in the literature and art. You would call your school teacher by this suffix.
onee-chan/san/sama: What you would call your sister.
onii-chan/san/sama: What you would call your brother.
-ko = A suffix used at the end of a girl's name, either
Japanese names forgirls part5Japanese names for girls part 5 ( I might have these names in some of my other Japanese names thing and please give me a break it takes me awhile to translate everything ok? Name-definitionJapanese names forgirls part5 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Aika love song
Aiko beloved/love child
Aimi love beauty
Akane brilliant red
Akemi bright beauty/autum
Amateratsu Shining over heaven
Amaya night rain
Asami morning beauty
Asuka tomorrow fragrance
Atsuko- industrious/warm child
Aya colorful/woven silk
Ayaka colorful flower/fragrant/summer
Ayako scholarly child
Ayano of color/silk
Azami- thistle flower
Azumi safe residence
Japanese e f and gE'sJapanese e f and g in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Eiyu = Heroic
Engi = Theater
Ecchi: Lecherous. Also soft-core perverted anime that tends to consist of lots of sexual humor
Fuku: Uniform. Like Kagome's school clothes
Fubuki = Snowstorm
Fuenukkusu = Phoenix
Fuji = Puffer fish
Fushigi = Mysterious, wondrous (there's an anime called "Fushigi Yuugi" which translates to "Mysterious Play")
Fyuu = Winter
Gohan: Rice. Meal
Gakkousei: (Gahk-sei) Student
Genki: Energy, healthy, happy, entergetic
Genki desu = Fine
Genso = Illusion
Ginga = Galaxy: more specifically, the Milky Way
Ginzuishou = The "Silver Imperial Crystal" in America
Go = Five
Gomen = I'm sorry
Gomen nasai = I'm really sorry
Gomen ne = I'm sorry
japanes m n o p rMaho = Magicjapanes m n o p r in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Manga = Comics
Manmo = Demon
Matte = Wait
Megami = Goddess
Minna = Everyone, all of you
Mizu = Water
Mori = Forest
Moshi moshi = Hello (this is how we Japanese answer the phone -- it's rarely used otherwise)
Masume = Girl (it's a little like saying "babe" in America)
Muteki = Invincible
Namida = Teardrop, crying, tears
Nani = What
Natasuyasumi = Summer vacation
Natsu = Summer
Ne = Similar to saying "eh?" in English
Neko = Cat
Nezumi = Mouse
Ni = Two
Niji = Rainbow
Nijizuishou = Rainbow crystal
Odango = Dumpling
Odango atama = Dumpling head (the Japanese equivalent of Meatball Head)
Ofuda = Anti-evil scroll (the things used to ward off evil spirits)
Ogenki desu ka? = How are you?
Ohayo = Good morning
Japanes names for girls part 2Japanese name for girls part twoJapanes names for girls part 2 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Mitsuko- child of Mitusu
Miyoko- beautiful generations child
Mimoko- child of Momo
Mutsuko- child of Mutsu
Nahoko- child of Naho
Namiko- child of nami
Nanako- child of Nana
Naoko- child of nao
Naomi- pleasant one, above all, beauty
Natsuko- child of Natsu
Nayoko- child of Nayo
Noriko- child of doctrine
Reiko- child of Rei, gratitude
Ren- water lily
Reiko- child of Rei
Rikako- child of Rika
Rinako- child of Rena
Risako- child of Risa
Japanese i j kI'sJapanese i j k in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Ichi = One
Iie = No
Iinazuke = Finacee
Inu = Dog (( As in INU-YASHA
Japanese names 4 girls part 7Japanese names for girls part 6. comments and favs are greatly appreciated.Japanese names 4 girls part 7 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Hikaru- light or shining
Hiromi-wide seeing/widespread beauty
Hisako- long lived child
Hitomi- beutiful eyes
Izanami-female who invites
Junko- pure child
Japanese names 4 girls part 9Japanese names for girls part 6. comments and favs are greatly appreciated.Japanese names 4 girls part 9 in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Mariko-child of reason
Masa- nickname for japanese names beginning with masa
Masumi-increasing beauty/true beauty
Mayumi-true bow/true intent beauty
Megumi-blessing from god
Michiko-child on the correct path/thousand beauties
Mieko- beautiful blessing child
Miki-beautiful tree/ three trees
bp Epilogue...A Price I wiggled my fingers absentmindedly. It was the strangest feeling since the hand was hanging on the tiniest of hinges from the rest of my arm. I picked up a screwdriver with my other perfectly fine hand, and as I laid broken and aching on the cold floor I slowly started to screw my hand back into place.bp Epilogue...A Price in General Fiction More Like This
I gave Chitty quite a shock when she saw what I really was I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her skull from the mere surprise.
But what was she suspecting?? Did she really think that after over six hundred years of being dead that I would keep my flesh and bones? Did she really think that I would allow the body I moved in to be covered in rot and falling from weakening human bones??? What a horrible place for a soul to lie so I made myself a new body.
And I like it m
Please don't pull the Trigger I believe I was seven years old when it happened. Perhaps a bit younger. It was a perfect winter day in my neighborhood. What month, what time, I do not remember. I only remember the bright sunlight being reflected off the thick snow, and my mother helping me get into my winter clothes.Please don't pull the Trigger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"I'll be in the shower alright?" My mother told me as she pulled my hat snugly over my ears. "You have fun out there okay?" she told me with a smile. I nodded and smiled back and then I raced outside to play in my backyard.
My backyard, a place where until that day I thought was safe. It didn't have a fence like the neighbors on either side of us. I felt protected between the fences that lined up, and the bulk of the garage. The back lane however, was unblocked, and was open for any child to run onto and look down to see
The Park Bench The first thing I saw of him was his gloved hand. It was pearly grey, the kind that I only saw in movies, or the kind that my mind imagined when my father read aloud to me from a book before I closed my eyes to let dreams dance in my mind. Perhaps that was why I thought they couldn't possibly be real. That no matter what, that gloved hand could not really hurt me, it couldn't... The next thing I did not really see, but heard, his voice.The Park Bench in Short Stories More Like This
"Would you like to sit with me?" His voice was quite, it could have been gentle, but for some reason the word did not cross my mind. Instead I noticed the sounds around him. They seemed to fall mute no, not mute, dulled, muffled. As if I had just bobbed my head underwater; like they tell me in my swimming lessons, bob my head and the world is suddenly muted, you can hear the people calling to you, you can't m
I am FearI am Fear in Short Stories More Like This
Why do I do it? You wish to ask me? You want to know what compels me to do such things, things which you see as horrors and make me an abomination to what it means to be a human? The answer to that is quite simple my dears.
I am not human.
I am fear.
I was created to perform these acts which you call so disgusting, and, what you will probably be the most horrifying thought to you, something that you may try to deny but is never-the-less true.
Strange Circumstances chpt 2Strange Circumstances chpt 2 in General Fiction More Like This
The elder part of the family all looked fearfully towards the door. While Kayla simply put down the offending letter, and while her brother eagerly looked at its simple contents she went over and opened the door. Standing on their front doorstep was the oddest man Kayla had ever seen in her life.
The man seemed at first like a normal if not very well dressed man. He was wearing a suit of the darkest blue, with the crest that was formed on the seal of the envelope was embroidered in silver on one of his breast pockets. He wore a thin top hat the same dark blue colour. Despite his neat attire, his face was quite hideous, mainly because the left s
bp...I have won No sound came out of the pipebp...I have won in General Fiction More Like This
Not a single note not even a squeak. All it sounded like was air. The Pied Piper frowned, and stared at the pipe; he tried a different note, but got the same result which was no result at all. I could have laughed, I wanted to laugh hysterically, but instead the hysteria turned into more screams.
Youre plan, WONT WORK!!! I will remember EVERYTHING! I WANT TO REMEMBER! I WANT THIS ALL TO END RIGHT NOW!!! I screamed at him before my voice cracked. The Piper stared at me, then the pipe, then back at me again.
bp...Remember Remember You know how an old family film can be filled with glitches? You try to watch it, but its fuzzy, the images get jumbled together, you try to watch it and try to make sense of it all sometimes it works other times its impossible.bp...Remember Remember in General Fiction More Like This
Thats what my mind had felt for the past day or so, I would get glimpses of memories that I couldnt understand, but when I blacked out as the house was being attacked by rats it all seemed to come back to me all in once
I was walking down a dark hall full of doors. I realized that it was where I kept my ideas and imagination. I was walking with two people I knew a girl with a big brown hat and a happy grin, a ghost with a pumpkin head. We were walking, and talking about something I cant quite remember, and I dont think it matters we were laughing, we seemed safe so so safe.
bp...His Thoughts I just stared at him. He stared back at me, then quietly placed the pipe he was working on into a pocket, then looked at me again. I suddenly felt very scared, alone, confused, and hurt and not knowing what else to do, I burst into sobs. The Piper looked at me with complete indifference, then he seemed to sigh.bp...His Thoughts in General Fiction More Like This
What are you crying about?? I havent even done anything to you yet! He said, this only made me feel more hysteric.
YET!? You said yet! Which means that you DO plan to do something to me! Just like your stupid sicko friends!!! I spat out at him. I continued to sob and the Pied Piper just stared at me some more, he didnt even blink. Then he sighed and stood up, and grabbing the back of his chair slid it slowly closer to me, then sat back down again. This for some reason made me stop crying. He was so close to me, our knees almost touching, it made me feel very uncomfortable. His hollow e
The Faded Man ReturnsHe returned to his home, pounding entryThe Faded Man Returns in Free Verse More Like This
long were the years he was gone,
now he is back, tired and longing
He returns to a crumbling doorframe,
no one home
All is gone but him
and the faithful lonesome sky.
Passed hollow rooms he slips,
dust seeps down his collar
and through his hair like a lovers desperate fingers,
a bygone lovers whisper brings nothing but soot
"I missed you"
he speaks and kisses nothing
Abyss surrounds him, loves him,
he and the dust float to the next hall
the next room a still memorial
the chair is waiting
His chair is waiting
it creaks with pleasure, at his
returning sagging form.
Dust dances in the sun shafts,
there, then not there at all
A ballet of broken glass,
and symphony of silence
are his welcoming party
"Did you miss me?"
Clouds settle, clouds die,
no sensation brings forth
so much cool forgettings as this.
The sun remembers to set
and he is alone once more, still, always.
"But there are always the stars."
Hands clap with dust
bp...Finally an end? When I opened my eyes I found myself in a large white room.bp...Finally an end? in General Fiction More Like This
Aw crap Im in heaven I muttered
Now that MUST be the first time Ive heard someone say that! laughed someone I hadnt noticed before. I turned my head towards the voice, and saw a nurse smiling at me. I blinked.
.Aw CRAP! Im in a hospital!! I sighed, and once again the nurse laughed. She told me that I was taken into the hospital a few days ago. I had suffered a head concussion but no permanent damage. Other then a few extra bruises and scratches I was perfectly fine. She then left to get my family who were waiting for me to wake up. I looked around the room again, I was the only one in the room and it was very bare, except for a pile of what looked like packages on the bedsid
Winged Perianths I dreamWinged Perianths in Free Verse More Like This
of a field
and a waveless mirror
in its midst.
Of a visage
of my resemblance
wondering with my eyes.
Of the unending void
of this universe
seeded with holes;
of the cold petals
of countless stars,
and the gravity of souls.
of their seeds of black
and their blood
birthing fruit -
with coagulated wings
and the river
of spilt darkness
upon my sight.
of a pavillon
of purple papillons;
of their embrace
A Bumblebee Among The PoemsA pale hand's reachA Bumblebee Among The Poems in Free Verse More Like This
for long forgotten poets
dust soaked wings
on a stripped jacket.
Snown by ashen rays,
they soar towards
Even my lantern
does not uncloud
the ash they long for.
They are looking
for their flower.
Not the sun.
DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath them:
"In a dream within a dream,
where people's faces are pale,
tired and beautiful because of it;
ours are different and alike.
They glow on sunlight
and read a craving for home.
My high heels and your all-stars;
Moving through different streets;
Stepping on different stones,
but alight with the same fire.
Mandatory stops along the way
seem infinite and hard t
A Love Affair with a DemonHe breezes brazenlyA Love Affair with a Demon in Free Verse More Like This
through the pyre that
burned her door;
and in that fiery frame,
he is as beautiful,
but for the stillness
of her masterpiece;
of whispering embers that
that once kindled us;
then bearing the ashes to
our hearth, where
they devour her heat
in morsels. Each sleep,
I become his harlot
in a brimstone debonair
covered with rags of hugs,
but woven for dead men
by her arms;
so I lay not naked
in his coffin of despair,
but drape myself
with the moon.
The Snake AThe Snake in Free Verse More Like This
as a snake
with a head
that I bow.
in my mind,
as a knight
in the cloudfull
a hue of
black and blue;
a trail of rave,
and broken down
pieces of sane.
With a pace
NO! NO! NO!
With the Princess in her Glass CastleIn a snowballWith the Princess in her Glass Castle in Free Verse More Like This
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.
The White DesertDawn broke the dayThe White Desert in Free Verse More Like This
like an egg
on a canvas.
And her eyes
bled a trail
Coming from the arabesque land;
with her ivory skin
and mute screams,
she wrapped me
like their bitter fruit.
And bid me farewell,
pollinating my lips,
then waning in my vase.
I could see her
amongst the frigid flowers
on the windows,
as I entered the white desert,
where people reminisce
of the deaths of other people.
CrossroadsDrove head on without care.Crossroads in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why did I lost it and
Crashed the wall of despair?
My broken soul laid there.
What was left anyway.
Near death, gasping for air.
The pain came with a glare.
Closed my eyes and let the
dream to get me ensnared.
I caught a sound I swear.
whispering echo of
A voice below the stairs.
Entered with a prayer
The darkness of the void.
Shivering, walking bare
The black emptiness where
A white silhoette spoke:
Be prepared and beware!
The well hides in a lair.
To sip the happiness
You must be brave not scared.
Asked myself: do I dare?
Take the journey and find
the joy spring and bathe there...
Altamura A Spanish lamentAltamura in Free Verse More Like This
blooms in high halls; ... in incarcerated windows
unflowering on the marble almost touching the vines
then pouring and straining in their stony spouse's eyes
through jigsawed cobbled streets. a length of breath away.
... and intermittently pulsing strings The sadness of the World
spray the orange from the lamps sprouts in between the crevasses
painting the cries ripe and full of taste -
and mellowing the sorrow.
My Painting of YouI painted you today.My Painting of You in Free Verse More Like This
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.
Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.
I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.
Soulmate (9)Soulmate (9) in Romance More Like This
You washed your hair vigorously, making you greet your teeth in pain for trying to remove the green substance glued in it. This is the last time you ever help Finny with the garden chores. Or better, listening to this stupid butler. An hour back, you finished your tasks earlier than anticipated and since you didn't want to get harassed by the demon for the time being, Sebastian decided to send you outside, to help Finny to prepare the nectar for the upcoming flowers in spring. Let's just say that it didn't go as planned, that Finny didn't mix the good ingredients and end up failing miserably. More ending up like you trying to strangle him to death.
- " God damnit, what did he mix?! "
After another good hour, you finally exited the bathroom. You went to your bed to get your clothes when you heard the door of your chamber opening and you paled.
- " (Y/N), I wanted- "
Sebastian stopped talking and stared at you with wide eyes. You were frozen on the spot, staring at the butler with
Soulmate (5)Soulmate (5) in Romance More Like This
- " God damnit, why does it have to happen to me? " you muttered angrily, holding a small candle while making your way in the dark hall of the mansion.
Just before you went to bed, you suddenly felt thirsty. The only problem: you didn't want to fell on Sebastian on your way back. The damn demon never sleeps and always does his chores well in advance, often on early mornings. Plus, since you learned that you were his "soulmate", you couldn't help but feel a cheesy feeling inside of you. You clearly were not the romantic type of girl and certainly not with Sebastian.
In fact, get married and have children weren't your first priority, nor it was in your plan in life. You find yourself unable to be a good mother and thinking about having "baby demons" was worst. At this thought, you shuddered violently and you squinted a little. How weird it would be. Turning a corner, you face planted into a firm chest and you scowled, staring up. Talk about the devil and he
Married to a demon Chapter 13Married to a demon Chapter 13 in Romance More Like This
“Please, don't kill me! I'm so sorry!” you yelled while running for your dear life around the manor.
You are certainly curious about what's happening, right? Well, you kind of nearly killed Sebastian in the library, not because you were mad at him or something like that...It was more like an `accident`....
You were cleaning the shelves, not caring about the dust falling on the floor, which was making a little pyramid of dust. Taking one step higher on the ladder, you moved on your tiptoes to get the highest shelf, which contained a lot of big, dusty books. You were so focused that you didn't see Sebastian coming in the room, crossing his arms over his chest when he saw the pyramid of dust on the ground.
“EEKK!!!!!!” you yelled, near falling from the ladder. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”
“A lady shouldn't use that `kind` of language...And also, look down” he said sternly.
You did as he said and you swea
Ghastly (Yandere!Sebastian x Reader) 1Ghastly (Yandere!Sebastian x Reader) 1 in Romance More Like This
Rock a bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
You opened your eyes in panic and stood up from your bed. You observed the dark room with raged breaths and gulped with difficulty when you realized you were still in your room. Tears cascaded down your cheeks and fell on your cover silently. You put a hand over your beating heart and took a respiration.
- " It's only a nightmare, (Y/N)...only a nightmare..." you kept telling yourself.
You lean back your head on the pillow but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep like a baby. At the thought, you shuddered and glanced at your right to see the other bed empty. Seems like another girl just disappeared. You weren't surp
Soulmate (6)Soulmate (6) in Romance More Like This
When I Look Into Your Eyes
When I look into your eyes,
I see all I will ever need.
The woman I behold,
Just waiting to be freed.
Soulmate (10)Soulmate (10) in Romance More Like This
- " Come back, you brat! " yelled a merchant.
- " Hehehe, you will never catch me, you old rag! "
- " Why you little-! "
The young girl avoided the arms that were trying to catch her and she turned around a corner to find herself in a dark street. She giggled and climbed the gutter that lead her on a rooftop. The man from before entered the dark street but was enable to find the little girl who stole his food. He groaned and dropped his chase, returning back in the store he came out from a few minutes ago. The girl sighed in relief and let herself plop down on the roof.
She took a bite of her bread and munched it with a satisfied expression written on her face. It has been a while that she had a dinner since living in the streets as a poor girl without any family. That's when the little girl heard a cough, coming from an old crate. Her eyes widened slightly and jumped down, helping herself with the gutters. She landed on the ground and app
Soulmate (4)Soulmate (4) in Romance More Like This
In the room with no windows
For one who's never seen much proof in souls,
I seem to write about them often.
In the room with no windows,
that poor, lost state of consciousness
couldn't find its way out.
Soulmate (2)Soulmate (2) in Romance More Like This
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
by Edgar Allan Poe
Peace. Your eyes still closed, a small smile appeared on your face, enjoying the silence and the peaceful state you were in. You turned on the other side of your bed, making it more comfortable for yourself. Maybe, just one time, you will be able-
- "ARGGGG!!!!!! "
Cue the explosion right after. Your eyebrow twitched and your smile turned to a scowl. You lifted your head, eyeing dangerously the door of your bedroom. It have been 1 week alrea
Everlasting Dream (Sebastian x Reader)Everlasting Dream (Sebastian x Reader) in Romance More Like This
Sebastian x Reader
- "Wake up, (Y/N)...Please.... " you heard a voice whispering those words to your ear.
Still, you didn't dare open your eyes. You just couldn't, even if you try. Thought, you were pretty sure that you heard this male voice from somewhere before. Your memories were blurred, a deep fog surrounding them and wasn't ready to let them go yet.
- " (Y/N)...it has been months, you need to wake up now. Sebastian isn't the same without you ".
That voice of a young boy. The...young master? No, it was Finny, the gardener. Some memories started to come back to you and you remember that Ciel, your master, was a cold person and shows barely any emotions. It would surprise you if he was crying his eyes out right now just next to you. But what's happening? What did Finny m
Soulmate (11)Soulmate (11) in Romance More Like This
" Sebastian, clear this smile off of your face, you're creeping me out " you muttered angrily at the butler, who was smiling goofy after "petting" the tiger. He was happy like a child who just received a present on Christmas.
" I didn't tell you to go that far! " yelled Ciel to him.
" My apologies, my lord. I've lived many years, but cats are such whimsical creatures, I still can't quite read their moods " he said while sparkles flashing around him.
" Then why don't you marry one of them and leave me alone?! " you ranted to the demon who only gave you a smirk.
" My, my, (Y/N)...Simple, I may have a fetish for cats but it doesn't mean I would screw them unlike you... "
" SEBASTIAN?!!!! " you yelled so loud that you were pretty sure that half London's population became deaf by your burst. You blushed fifty shades of red and pink. " WHAT THE HELL? "
" Sebastian, this is quit inappropriate for the moment " groaned Ciel, a slight blush on his face too.
" My apologi
Old MenHe watched the old men gather in the yards,Old Men in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reflecting on their misbegotten youth
as they hunched over checkers and their cards;
and pondered how aesthetics and the truth
were once pursuits left only to the gods
turned out for trade and trickery in sooth.
That knowledge culled and ransomed in their prime
would only serve their memories with time.
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
EnigmaI am the saintEnigma in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
MoonlessThe moonless eveningMoonless in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
JealousyI forgot how jealousyJealousy in Free Verse More Like This
looked on you -
a brooch of many colors
pinned to her dress
just above the breasts,
or a thin bright ribbon
trailing off a straw hat.
and how it smelled -
too much perfume in a
tiny space or
lemons bursting off the branches
to bloom at her feet.
and how it sounded
like too much music
for one room to hold,
so it had to be shared
with a stranger
who wore candlelight
how it sat on your tongue -
a sharp insect
shedding its wings,
and leaving me
to dream of her.
The Tell Tale HeartI feel the rhythm of his heart,The Tell Tale Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath the boards the beating starts;
as reason from my mind departs,
I fall apart, I fall apart.
The men who knocked upon my door,
not knowing what's beneath my floor
will want to settle up the score -
I do implore, I do implore
This guilt breaks conscience with my lie -
my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.
I never meant for him to die.
It was his eye, it was his eye!
RosesRoses in Free Verse More Like This
They say the last rose
is low born -
a slow moving blossom
that bears a crooked stem.
Pluck it carefully,
to raise the dull dusk
of your dress;
flush it pale and perfect
along your thighs.
You move through the trees
like pelerines at the fair,
carrying it in your hand
the adieu of petals
already inscribed -
to score the thorns
or to leave it behind
for the one
who called you sweetheart.
RedThere is nothing discreet about this love -Red in Free Verse More Like This
it hangs on my chest,
a defiant noise -
the scent of something luscious
stretched between your hips.
Your back arches
in a way only Psyche can feel.
You wear it
in a cheap red dress
that comes apart like midsummer
in my hands
as we flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies