A River of TearsWe all knewA River of Tears in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that first Christmas
would break even the blackest
though it made little difference
for I never knew anyone
as loved as you.
Of course you know me;
I did as I always do
trying to suppress that
which pains me the most.
I truly believed I was in control
until I received the last gift
you would ever give,
and I cried
a river of tears,
I cried to the thought of you
in that hospital bed
hanging from the edge of existence.
I cried to thoughts of you being read your last rites
when the machine
I cried at the thought
of never seeing you again
as I stood over you
at the funeral.
I cried all the tears
that had not yet fallen.
You broken me Grandma,
and I love you for it.
You always did your shopping early;
I guess I should have known.
Harmony that RhymesI think I need an interventionHarmony that Rhymes in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or less distraction
and more change
Shake this foundation up a bit
Let the pieces fall
where they may
Perhaps then I can rebuild
Making a better life for myself
And those I claim
To aim for the skies
Seize the night
The day will stand no chance
To reach for limits
To claim what's mine
To redefine this life
To accept nothing less
Than a comfortable success
With harmony that rhymes
So maybe I
can turn the tides
on such an uncomfortable life.
The DamagerI spit venomThe Damager in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Spreading lies and deceit
For the purpose of manipulating you
and filling you with hate
My methods may vary
But my intention's the same
to hollow you out
and fill you with rage
I'm not your friend
Though I may pretend to be
Just so I can betray you
and leave you empty
To cloud your mind
and destroy your faith
To disenfranchise you
and drive you insane
To fill you with anger
and tempered rage
To strengthen my cause
of inflicting more pain
So watch as I demonstrate
the chaos I bring
For I am the damager
This is my time to reign
A Promise of No ReleaseI will not go outA Promise of No Release in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hard or bloody
As so many I know
I will not wake up
On the inside
To open my eyes
I will not stand still
I will experience life
As my grandparents did
The last I knew
To have done it right
Around a table
With Grandbabies at their feet
So this is a promise
I make to myself
I sincerely hope
To be the glue
That holds us together
Of no release
AmendsThey tell me you're dying,Amends in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when you're not etching poetry
Words as fragile as the surface they're written on,
not nearly as transparent, though.
Dotted between the lines like Morse-code,
concealed in true poetic verse.
If you want to meet a poet,
just fall and one will rise.
The ink flows deep within the lines,
we just have to die to find it.
I guess I forgot to stop breathing.
Yet I see your plead.
They tell me I should make amends,
only the forgiveness you seek
doesn't come from me.
That boy is long gone now,
and with him
any debt you owed.
Still if it helps ease your passing
I'll say the words.
Like writing a hot check;
it'll get you by for a minute,
but in the end
someone always comes to collect.
I forgive you.
Urban HellI sit on the cornerUrban Hell in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of 43rd and urban hell
Watching chaos ensue
From elements that dwell
Starting with an argument
Angry voices tell the tale
Someone flipped a switch
China White will get you killed
Ten percent to cut
Just wasn't part of the deal
Two shots sound out
On the ground lay empty shells
Panic sets in
Squealing tires hit the street
Everybody's running away
Everybody except me
Could it be I'm terrified?
Or maybe I just don't care
Or maybe I'm sick of living
In this urban hell
It never ceases to amaze me
Just how crazy this place can be
The sun sets on the horizon
And hell comes to play
Yet here we are again
Night after night
Until we catch a stray bullet
Or pick our last fight
All because we claim it
Feel it's ours to protect
But who would want to claim this place
So many lives wrecked
But here in this urban wasteland
Where so many of us dwell
There is no need of sympathy
This is our urban hell.
The Last WordsIf these were the last wordsThe Last Words in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could lend to you,
I would tell you
be true to yourself
Dreamers are beautiful,
even when those dreams
don't come true.
Perfection is a good thing,
as long as you finish
what you set out to do.
from the mistakes of others;
I've made a few.
Watch for grey skies
and avoid the evils
that men do.
Just be a good man
even when it seems
there are so few.
Follow your heart, son.
It will always keep you true.
So this is my message,
my message to you.
I know I don't have to say these things;
I guess it's just something
I should do.
You're a smart kid, though.
You taught me more
than I ever taught you.
you have my heart.
I love you.
All the Beautiful PeopleWhat of the man, who stands before you with nothing: having tragically lost his wife on the backend of life? Now sits in front of his television set harboring thoughts of his children, before they grew up and moved on. Is this man's suffering any greater than the one with empty hands, who has never known such things?All the Beautiful People in Philosophical More Like This
It's a good question, but it seems to me the latter of the two -couldn't possibly know what he's missing.
What of the single mother, down on her luck for a lifetime: now stands before the podium her daughter clad in the cloths of achievement -does her new found pride and glory outweigh the hardships she's faced? I doubt it, but we take all we can get.
These are the people -those truly beautiful people, who know what it means to fight and to do without, to rise and fall and rise again. For they can truly appreciate life, with words like: the world is hopeless, but I love it anyway.
Sobriety was OverratedSobriety was overratedSobriety was Overrated in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Until life came crashing through
The front windshield of a dream
Rolling chairs replaced the legs
That never carried you very far
But the road took you further
Than an journey you meant to take
Now you simply sit and smile
Ease the pain
Pondering just how little time it took
To change your life forever
Not as much as you thought it would
In the grand scheme of things
Though I truly wonder
Just how much you remember
From behind the wheel
Of that car
Fumbling keys to metal coffins
Headlights for AM streets
As direction changed
Before you drifted off
And everything changed
Starting with a drink
Vicious CycleIt took me half a lifetimeVicious Cycle in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to slow down,
even longer to grow up.
Putting one foot
in front of the other,
its hard to grow wise
with eyes shut.
It's a lot like being on autopilot
with a single purpose; to succeed.
Stubbornly pushing your way through life,
like some kind of machine.
However when fragile things become neglected
they have a tendency to break,
leaving you wandering aimlessly
with no better life to make.
Your priorities become less visible.
Your foundation begins to shake
spinning you out of control,
wallowing in dismay.
Misery loves misery;
bleeding hearts know how to hate.
Self destructive personalities;
in numbers they await,
ready to join the party
spreading legs for the war you wage.
Their motives are their own;
yours may simply be better days.
You claim your victories,
taking no prisoners alone the way.
Making trophies from the hearts you break.
This is your chosen way.
Though in the end
all you find
is the vicious cycle
An Ordinary Man.I will never be that knight in shining armour,An Ordinary Man. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The one who rescues the princess from the tower,
Who will slay the dragon, and fight all the kings' men,
To win the heart and the hand of a fair maiden.
I will never be consider that handsome Prince Charming,
Who will sweep you off you off your feet to take you dancing,
Who will play the gentleman and attend to your every need,
Give you the food of life from which you will feed.
I am nothing more than an ordinary man,
Who will mean it when he turns to take your hand,
To pull you close and whisper in your ear,
Words of affection you so long to hear.
For I would never lie to you, or give you reasons to doubt,
Who I am or what I am about,
Cos I will need you as much as you need me,
And I hold the promises in which you can believe.
I will never smash the chains, setting you free.
So I will be waiting here standing in the shadows,
I will step aside for the pretty and the shallow,
Waiting for the day you final turn to face me,
Setting yourself f
The EndTonight it's like walking on glass,The End in Free Verse More Like This
The ground below your feet so fragile,
And you creep around as if each step might be your last,
Alert to the slightest sound,
You speak with over politeness,
You offer more words than you should,
While looking with the innocence of a child,
Hoping for just one more glance.
You long to find what you once had,
You want to hear the sweetness of her laugh.
Remembering that smile that once blinded you,
Lighting up her face as it brighten her eyes,
You wish for those moments you touched her,
Made her feel like the one and only,
When she would do anything for you,
Surrender her mind, her soul and body.
But those days now lie in the past,
They are nothing more now than a memory,
Reminders of what might have been,
Echoing those words, if only if only,
So you turn away with a sadness in you eye,
This will be the last time you ever...
And you wipe away a lonesome tear,
Closing the door to walk away.
You, My Dear.You, my dear, you weave your web so well,You, My Dear. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You found your moment to cast your spell,
You took my dreams and promised them real,
You, my dear, you weave your web so well.
You, my dear, are the perfect seamstress,
You chose your fabric and stitched your dress,
You entered the party like the prom princess,
You, my dear, are the perfect seamstress.
You, my dear, you played your perfect game,
You open the door, invite them in and in they came,
You watched them all as they circled your flame,
You, my dear, you played the perfect game.
You, my dear, you bathed in your glory,
You never faltered as you told your story,
Your silk-like words dripped like poetry,
You, my dear, you bathed in your glory.
But what happened when the lights went out?
When the music stopped and the band left the stage?
Were you revealed as who you really are?
Did you feel trapped in your personalized cage?
The bars created from the lies you told,
The ceiling a limit you self imposed,
The cracks in the floor reflected in
Tearful Rewards.I write, I feel I have to,Tearful Rewards. in Free Verse More Like This
A desire from inside that I cannot explain,
I weave stories, thoughts and ideas,
Whether in verse or in prose, or by another name.
I spin the words, I like to rearrange,
I offer new phrasings, and structures,
I use them as footprints in the sand,
Of a life that leaves a past in the future.
So if I touch someone, and they feel me deep inside,
An emotion brought to the surface with a tear in their eye,
My job is done, and I can leave with a smile,
Close the door to pick up the pen, and speak of a life defiled.
Prisoner In Time.I am tired,Prisoner In Time. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am old,
I am bent double,
I am ready to fold,
My eyes are dry,
All cried out,
My voice cracked,
Too horse to shout,
My body is broken,
Battered and bruised,
The toll taken,
From many years of being used,
I have little future,
And a long past,
But then none of us are ever built to last,
And I feel so out of place,
Stuck in this modern age,
It seems to me now,
That anyone can take the stage.
I have loved,
I have lost,
I have been scared,
I carry those costs,
I have tasted highs,
I have drank the lows,
I have lead,
And I have followed,
I have seen riches,
I have lived among the poor,
I have dared to dream,
And I have strived for more,
I have won a few battles,
But I always lost the war,
And now I have forgotten what I was fight for,
And as I stand here in this modern world,
Feeling like a prisoner in time,
I look around and all I see,
Are the blind, leading the blind, leading the blind.
So as I close the door,
I turn out the light,
I close the curtains,
And I give up the fig
Girl on a Swing.Verse One:Girl on a Swing. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Back and forth she goes,
Her hair, it gently flows,
As the wind, it silently blows,
All her cares away.
She rides the sky with grace,
Moving swiftly at her own pace,
And there's a smile on her face,
That's got so much to say.
And she says
Please take me away,
To those islands within your heart,
Where the sun shines forever,
Where we will never be apart.
She dreams of being a princess,
To sit so high in her fortress,
But in her eyes, there lies distress,
As she screams to say.
And she says
Please take me away,
To those islands within your heart,
Where the sun shines forever,
Where we will never be apart,
And she says,
Please take me away with you
For I do love you so,
And being with you forever,
Is a feeling I wish,
I wish I knew it so well.
She's a gir
Alone.There is no one to talk to here,Alone. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My words just bounce off the walls,
Cos there are no ears to capture them,
So to the floor they will always fall.
There is no one to feel close to here,
This room in so dark and so cold,
Full of meaningless noises of others,
And those sounds are now tired and old.
There are no shadows within here,
The florescences keep them out,
So there is nowhere left to hide,
Until I turn these damn lights out.
There are no dreams within me here.
They lie at my feet, scattered and broken,
Life dealt cards from the bottom of the pack,
And like a fool I took them and played them.
There is no life within me here,
No reasons to find reason within reasons,
All positivity has now been drained,
And I sit and await the final season.
So I say once more,
As I watch them fall to the floor.
There is no one to talk to here,
My words just bounce off the walls.
Passion Of The Embrace.The was something in the moment,Passion Of The Embrace. in Free Verse More Like This
Something in the heat of the night,
And as he turned to look at her,
He held her as he pulled her tight.
She felt a shiver dance upon her spine,
Feeling his finger, tracing a line,
Around her neck to the back of her ear,
This was a moment, in which the both would share.
He brush her hair from within her eyes,
As he place the other upon her thigh,
She returned his gaze of deep desire,
She wanted him, and he wanted her.
He leaned in close, a breath away,
Her scent exciting him, in a deeper way,
He cupped her face, as he looked into her eyes,
As she placed a hand upon the back of his head.
Closing the gap, they began to kiss,
Punching lips tight together, with the power of a fist,
Arms snaking around, without and within,
As two become one within the passion of the embrace.
And with their tongues entwined, saliva mixed,
She told him what she wanted with the push of her hips,
The night was still, there was no sound.
And slowly he lowered her to the ground.
Paper AeroplanesOh God, it's lonely up here, just throwing these paper aeroplanes,Paper Aeroplanes in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Watching them gliding across the sky, passing over distant plains,
Looking out over the rooftops, at their many destinations
Wishing them a safe journey, as they spiral and turn in all directions.
Oh God it's lonely up here, with no one to wrap around me,
Watching the dawn light bleed it's half-light, it seems to feel the pain in me,
Looking down into the street below, I watch them all pass by,
Wishing I could be down there with them, wishing I had the courage to try.
Oh God, it's lonely up here, just throwing these paper aeroplanes,
Watching them gliding across the sky, passing over their distant destinations,
Oh God it's lonely up here, with no one to wrap around me,
Watching the dawn light bleed it's half-light, feeling the pain within me,
Looking down into the street below, I watch them all pass by,
Wishing I could be down there, wishing I had the courage to try.
To Dance AgainAh, to be in love again,To Dance Again in Free Verse More Like This
To know that feeling,
To feel it within,
River deep and mountain high,
To where I can touch the sky,
And lie with the stars at night.
I see them,
I see them everywhere,
Walking hand in hand,
Sharing secret looks,
Like a child,
Cos with that right one,
The perfect one,
You feel like a teenager,
And you never grow up.
I long to see,
I long to feel,
I long to want,
I long to touch,
I long to kiss,
Pillow soft lips,
And lose myself,
Within a moment,
Of complete bliss.
It has been mine before,
Once or twice,
But no more than thrice,
And it felt so good,
It felt real good,
And although it deserted me,
Set me free,
I never forgot,
It is better to have,
Than to have not.
So come to me,
Whoever you might be,
Come to me,
And be a part of me,
Let us dance,
To the music in our hearts,
For the band are ready to play,
The birds are ready to sing,
The sun is waiting to shine,
And I have rehearsed every line
An Ultimatum for Jayden, pt 4Jayden Waxed and MarkedAn Ultimatum for Jayden, pt 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marcus made good on his promise in regards to getting Jayden waxed. It
was a place outside of the city, not far from his house. The owner
was a woman who was also a mistress and dominatrix he'd met through a
BDSM club he'd frequented over the years.
While Jayden lay on the table, with her feet in the stirrups, Haylee, a
platinum blonde dressed in black jeans and blouse with a white lab
coat, smoothed the wax over his slave's sex.
"She's beautiful Marcus," Haylee said with a smile. "Gonna bring her to
the club sometime?"
"We'll see, this is all pretty new." Marcus looked over Jayden, biting
her lip and looking so cute. "She's learning well but we're still in a
feeling out stage. I can't call it permanent yet." The image of
Robert sprung to mind....
"I'd like to see the club," Jayden said. Marcus was embarrassed that
she'd spoken without being spoken to in front of Hay
Virtue's Farewell, 10Virtue's Farewell, 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10 (1914)
Anton Reicher could see his breath in the frigid early evening air. He
knew his toes were inside his boots, but only on faith, as he could no
longer feel anything even as he tried to wiggle them. Christmas had
always been one of his favorite times of year, but on this Christmas
Eve he found himself in a trench fighting an enemy he didn't hate and
couldn't see, despised by a Captain for no other reason than he had
spoken out about his views, and away from a family he dearly loved,
despite the fact that he had growing misgivings about his marriage.
His gloved hand moved over the side of the trench walls, already made
hard by the bitter cold and slowly held up the glass to peer into
no-man's land. No-man's land is what all the men quickly began calling
the area between the opposing trenches. He saw no activity. The
shelling, which usually went on continually, had sub
Watching DexterWatching DexterWatching Dexter in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was such an interesting show. I'd heard of it of course, but never took the time to watch it. Now sitting in Flannigan's Pub in the New Orleans French Quarter, I drank a Crown and Coke and was watching dvd's of season 2 of Dexter. The screen was in the back corner and I sat in a nearby booth letting my mind roll into the unfolding drama. He was a blood expert for the Miami PD, assisted in murder cases, and, most importantly, was a serial killer who specialized on ridding society of other killers. The guy had style and a keen intelligence, not to mention a quirky weirdness that kept him fresh and interesting.
"You are really into this, huh?"
It was the waitress. She was cute as hell in black Daisy Dukes and low cut white T. She had long, flowing brown hair, a curvy figure with toned legs, and smoky, expressive green eyes. Her name tag read, Carolina.
"It's addicting I have to admi
Virtue's Farewell, 11Virtue's Farewell, 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11 (1915)
Christmas and the New Year had come to Hattesville without much fanfare.
Rosalyn and the other inmates received an extra slab of beef on the
holiday and for New Years' Eve they were given some hot cider and were
allowed to have a social gathering in the mess hall. She did not
attend the gathering, preferring to work the shift in the infirmary.
Now, two weeks into 1915, all the celebration was over. Misery and
death had spread across the continent while she languished in her own
private hell of incarceration and lost dreams. The past months had
changed her in a cruel and insidious way and in the weeks since signing
the clemency letter she had heard nothing. She fought the chill of the
night by pulling the blankets up over her head, but nothing seemed to
stop the tears. They were tears of self pity as well as of anger.
Cyril had told her that after the new year things wo
Virtue's Farewell -prologuePROLOGUEVirtue's Farewell -prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Munich School for Orphaned and Abandoned Children 1902
Twelve-year-old Rosalyn Denton was nervous as she played the notes on
the gleaming, black grand piano. This was the largest crowd she'd ever
played in front of. Aside from the eyes of the many boys and girls in
the hall were the unblinking stares of her father, and her instructor,
the ancient Austrian immigrant, Madam Lidge.
Madame Lidge knew the superintendent of the institution and arranged to
have her best students play a recital for the orphans. It had been
fun coming across the channel from England on her father's ship and
running about the decks with the other students. Of course she
realized the ship wasn't actually her father's, but he was the mechanic
and therefore a very important man. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata was
her favorite piece and since the great master was German, or at least
she thought he was, she decided it was the perfect
Virtue's Farewell, 9Virtue's Farewell, 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rosalyn was now a nursing assistant and life, if not good, was at least
better, and as good as it could possibly be as an inmate at
Hattesville. She enjoyed working with the doctor and the head nurse.
Though she wouldn't describe their personalities as friendly, they at
least treated her as a human being. Doctor Potter, the serious
middle-aged man who ran the infirmary, seemed impressed with how
quickly she was getting the ins and outs of her job down as well as the
fact that she took her responsibilities seriously. Of course, the
doctor himself hadn't said any of this to her directly, but she had
learned of it through Mum, the head nurse.
"Doctor Potter speaks well of you, inmate Denton," Mum had told her the
other day. "You seem to be working out quite well here."
"Thank you, Mum," she replied. "I'm trying hard and doing my best."
If there was one thing Rosalyn had learned over the past three months it
Virtue's Farewell, 23Virtue's Farewell, 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 23 (1916)
Eighteen-year-old Willie Denton was finally in the show. Along with his
friend, Billy Parker, he was in the British Army, the greatest fighting
force on the face of the earth and on his way to the adventure that
would be his story. No more reading about people of ages past and
inane mathematical problems for marble-headed fools. Never again did
he plan on sitting in a stifling classroom listening to some brain-dead
old fossil drone on about nothing. Meaningless numbers on a blackboard
were a part of his past. He was in France. He was Private Willie
Denton, 5th Army, 3rd Battalion, Company C. The uniform of heavy khaki
material and an upside down bowl for a helmet was far from comfortable
but that didn't matter in the least. The point was that the waiting
would soon be over and in no time he would be fighting the bloodthirsty
Huns of Germany and defending the glory of En
Virtue's Farewell, 20Virtue's Farewell, 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Braving the cold, wet wind in her face, Rosalyn faced the great,
lumbering gray warship as it moved into the harbor at Liverpool. She
buttoned up her coat and anxiously strained her eyes fighting to get a
glimpse of Cyril as the ship came closer. However the ship was packed
with thousands of faces all looking back at the throngs with her on the
docks. It had been months since she'd seen her love and even then it
had only been a short period of time between her clemency approval and
his departure for Turkey. This time, however, not only did he get to
spend Christmas at home, but he had 30 days leave before he had to join
his new unit in France. Fortunately she'd been granted two days off to
come pick him up and travel back to London. At first she'd figured his
family would be at the docks to greet him but his latest letter assured
her that he had told his family that it was her face he wished to see
when he dis
Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 11914Virtue's Farewell, Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The crowd was better than Rosalyn ever expected. One hundred, maybe two
hundred women were converging on the front offices of The London Times
in downtown London. Many of them held placards with words ranging from
NO VOTE-NO COOK to WOMEN UNITED TO GAIN A VOICE. Chants and shouts
filled the summer afternoon air as the sun peeked over the white clouds
above. For once there was no rain falling. Many of the suffragettes
were not so committed as to stand in pouring rain, preferring to keep
their appearance as well as their health. When the vast majority of the women had settled into the sidewalk and side areas around the
building, Rosalyn Denton lifted her cone-shaped megaphone and began to
address her constituents.
"Women of England," she shouted. "Listen to me." The chants and
screams began to die down as the throng looked up at her. She loved
being up on the top
Virtue's Farewell, 27Chapter 27 (1916)Virtue's Farewell, 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a hot morning. Willie could feel sweat dripping down his neck
and into his shirt. He hated feeling itchy and sweaty. Somehow when
he thought of life at the front, he'd always thought of braving the
cold and terrible winter. All through history it seemed that great
battles had taken place in the chill, but that was not to be the case
today. Finally they were going into action. He was scared, but at
long last he was going to do his duty. Men all about the line were
confident, for over the past week the artillery had mercilessly pounded
the German lines. Rumor had it that people along the southern coast of
England could hear the shelling across the channel. Now, with the
enemy sufficiently pulverized, it was up to the volunteer army of the
British Empire to sweep into their lines and kill the lot of them.
With any luck at all, the war would soon be over.&
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When Franklin Delano Roosevelt contracted polio in 1921, he vowed to return to politics no matter what. However, he could not say away and eventually ran for president in 1928. The result was one of the longest and revolutionary presidencies in history with many ups and downs. As the longest serving president in American history, he changed the government and the presidency in many significant ways. Franklin Roosevelt (people called him FDR) was born in 1882 in Hyde Park on his family estate north of New York City. He was an only child which made him somewhat a loner. Later he would become a very charming and good man. In his teenager years he admired politics, especially the political career of his distant cousin Theodore Roosevelt. He dropped out of Columbia Law School to pursue politics and married in 1905. FDR's wife, Eleanor (niece to Theodore Roosevelt) would become a huge political asset and an influential voice in American society.
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As we all known, there have been a lot of triumphs in military history, but there have been also a lot of mistake and defeats. These are the top 13 worst decisions made in military history. Why did I choose 13? It is for some reason seen as an unlucky number.
13. Han Dynasty Civil War - Prime Minister Cao Cao (China)
This one ranks in last because the commander, Prime Minister Cao Cao was convinced to do something bad by a spy. However, it still makes on the list because what this commander did goes against common sense. Prime Minister Cao Cao was leading his Han forces to protect the dynasty from rebels. His 220,000 troops forced the rebels back but then they retreated to ships. The prime minister's army was not well experienced in sea warfare and then a spy is sent from the rebels to act as an adviser and to tell the prime minister that the best way to keep his soldiers well ready to fight would be to chain all of his ships together to avoid sea sickness. The rebels swiftly defeated
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The Democracies of Europe
With the rise of Germany, Italy, and Japan continuing in the 1930s the only real opposition was the democracies of Europe. The most powerful of them being Britain and France, but that did not mean they were still strong at the time. Both Britain and France had been shattered by World War 1 and their economies had never really recovered, both had to deal massive strikes and unemployment that happened even before the Great Depression, both also had to face the cost of controlling empires that were now even larger because of Germany's former colonies from World War 1 and the Middle Eastern territories that were once run by the Turkish Ottoman Empire, and especially, both greatly suffered from the terrible casualties of World War 1. A series of British leaders like Stanley Baldwin, the prime minister at the time, all wanted to keep Britain out of any future conflicts.
Despite large casualties during World War 1, Britain had won the war with a large and very effect
The Presidents: George W. BushThe Presidents: George W. Bush in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
The Presidency of George W. Bush was largely defined on one September day. As a result of the terrorist attacks that occurred on September 11, 2001, the president's strength, efficiency, and credibility would all be tested. Bush was born in 1946 in Texas and his entrance into politics was expected by his family. He went to Yale like his father, President George H.W. Bush, and then he served into the Texas Air National Guard where he learned to fly. This meant that he did not go to Vietnam. He graduated from Harvard Business School in 1975 and returned to Texas to work in his family's big oil industry.
When he was forty years old he gave up alcohol and after encouragement from Reverend Billy Graham, he became dedicated Christian. This made him one of the most religious presidents since Jimmy Carter. His public profile increased when he gained part-ownership of the Texas Rangers baseball team. Then in 1994, he ran as a Republican for governor of Texas w
The Disaster of the SS SultanaThe Disaster of the SS Sultana in Settings More Like This
It was a good day on April 26, 1865 in Memphis, Tennessee. The American Civil War was over and the United States was now recovering from a war that caused over 625,000 deaths in 4 years. The Confederate States of America, which divided the nation between north and south, was conquered and all southern US states were back under control. During the Civil War, the Confederate and Union armies captured several troops and placed them in prison camps. Now with the war over the prisoners could go free and return to their native states. In Memphis Union POWs were boarded the steam paddle boat SS Sultana. The Sultana would travel up the Mississippi River to Missouri.
The Sultana was packed but there was a real feeling of relief on her. Many of the POWs were glad to return to their states and leave the war behind them for good. The Sultana paddled out of Memphis bound for Missouri with a legal limit of 376 passengers but carried 2,500 passengers, over six times her capacity. That is also three
The Presidents: Richard M. NixonThe Presidents: Richard M. Nixon in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Richard Milhous Nixon would be one of the most important presidents in foreign policy and would change the way the United States thought about the world, but at the same time his obsession with power would cause the destruction of his presidency at the height of its popularity. Nixon was born in Yorba Linda, California in 1913 and was brought up a Quaker. He won a scholarship to Harvard, but his family could not afford the expenses. He instead attended Whittier College and then won a scholarship to Duke University in North Carolina. During World War 2, Nixon was a government lawyer in Washington D.C. and then entered the navy to fight in the Pacific Ocean.
His life in politics started when he was elected as a Republican to the House of Representatives in 1946. Nixon soon became one of the most experienced politicians of his century when he was elected to the Senate in 1950. By then, he earned a record of being a fierce fighter against communism. Two y
The Presidents: Gerald R. FordThe Presidents: Gerald R. Ford in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Gerald Rudolph Ford was stuck in a precarious position during his presidency. He had to deal with the American people who felt betrayed by the presidency, a Congress that wanted a lot of power back (which they felt had been taken away), and Nixon's trial. Ford was born in 1913, but his name was Leslie King. His parents divorced two years later and his mother re-married in 1916. Her son was renamed Gerald Ford Jr. and was brought up in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He went to Yale and graduated in 1941. In 1948 he married Betty Bloomer Warren and was elected to Congress. He slowly rose through the ranks of the Republican Party. He became the minority leader of the Republicans in the House of Representatives. When Vice President Spiro Agnew resigned due to evading taxes. When President Richard Nixon resigned because of the Watergate scandal, Ford became president.
The Epilouge of Watergate
Ford was honest, straightforward, and decent. He was known for being a consen
The Presidents: William J. ClintonThe Presidents: William J. Clinton in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
William Jefferson Clinton would have a mixed presidency, at times he was highly successful and at times he was not, but his presidency defined the 1990s, a more peaceful era away from the issues of World War 2 and the Cold War. He would now lead the most dominant nation on earth. Born William Blythe III, he was born in 1946 in Hope, Arkansas. Despite his tough life at home due to his alcoholic stepfather, he would be very successful in school and would become a good musician.
He visited the White House in 1963 and shook hands with President John F. Kennedy. He went to Georgetown University a year later and worked on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee chaired by anti-Vietnam War Arkansas Senator William Fulbright. Then, the following year, he was drafted into military service. However, he would not serve in the Vietnam War. In 1970 he went to Yale Law School to complete his education. While there he met a young woman named Hillary Rodham. Clinton r
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The Battle of the Little Bighorn
It is one of the most crushing defeats in American history. The Battle of the Little Bighorn traumatized many people when over 200 men of the 7th US Cavalry under the command of Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer were massacred. It is the biggest defeat of the United States against a rather primitive force.
The Plan of Attack
It is June 25, 1876 and Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer and the 7th US Cavalry with 700 men move in to attack a Native American village in the Black Hills in southern Montana. The Native Americans are led by the great Chief Sitting Bull who apparently had a vision predicting a great victory against the cavalry. Sitting Bull's vision of defeating the cavalry seems impossible as the United States of American has for over a century expanded west. Tribe after tribes has lost to the might of the United States Army which has been ordered to force tribes to reservations that have refused peaceful negotiatio
Love and War Chapter 3I was absolutely losing it. Don't get me wrong, I've been with women before, and I'm not just talking eating at a restaurant, if you know what I mean. But I was already out of my comfort zone in a place as nice as this was, and here was this stunning woman sitting across from me, talking to me. She had long, dark, sliky, wavy hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back. She had a beautiful face with a cute nose and sensual lips. Her deep red lipstick and black hair contrasted strikingly with her smooth alabaster skin. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life.Love and War Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, Jim, what brings you here?" she asked, dragging on her cigarette. "I don't think I've seen you here before, and you look a little younger than the people we usually get in here."
"Oh, well, I," I stammered. I knew what I wanted to say, my mouth just couldn't spit the words out correctly. "Um, a friend of mine at the base, I was supposed to meet him and a few other people here. But they haven'
The Romanian Incident Part I1 June 2010The Romanian Incident Part I in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today I moved into my new apartment. It's a nice building well, nicer than my old place, for sure. Once bedroom, fairly large living room. It should suit me just fine. Although, my apartment is on the fourth floor of a five-storey building, and the manager tells me the elevator doesn't work all the time. I'm not looking forward to using the stairs. The building is arrayed strangely, like it wasn't purpose-built for apartments. The fifth-floor wing I live on has my apartment and one other. I met my neighbor, Mrs. Dumitrescu.
5 June 2010
I finished unpacking my boxes today. Fortunately, on move-in day the elevator was working, so I got all the heavy stuff moved in relatively easily. In the evening, Mrs. Dumitrescu invited me in for tea, which I accepted. She's a nice lady, and looks to be probably 40 years older than me, so I'd guess she's around 65 years old. Although very much older than me, her dark hair, sparkling eyes and strong bone structure told me that she was
The Romanian Incident Part II20 December 2010The Romanian Incident Part II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I looked, there were two letters. When I took them out, a locket on a silver chain fell out of the envelope. Still not sure what to think, I began reading the first letter:
"It took me a long time to write this letter. My body is weak but my mind is still strong. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, it just took me a long time to write it. That's the worst thing about dying - in my mind, I can do all the things I could when I was twenty. But then I try and sit up, and I realize I can't even do that without help.
"Robert, you have been a great friend over these last six months. Ever since Lucian died, it's just been me and Sonia. Even though you know Sonia isn't your average feline, a cat will listen and listen and listen, but will never talk back. Well, if a cat did talk back, you'd know you were going crazy! Actually, that's the reason for this letter: Sonia. Now, what you are about to read may come across as the ramblings of a crazy old woman. But please,
Romanian Incident VIIIEven though the hotel didn't really live up to its advertised expectations, it was still fairly nice. The restaurant was busy, but not overly so. We were able to get a semi-secluded booth on one wall. To say there weren't many options for Christmas dinner was an understatement. There were two choices: turkey or ham. We both had the turkey. And a bottle of Riesling. And some dessert, apple pie. We had moved on to coffee and I brought out the two envelopes of documents.Romanian Incident VIII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I broached the subject, because I was curious about her past, and curious about what was in the envelopes.
"Mina." I handed the envelopes to her. "These are the envelopes Mrs. D. gave me to give to you. Have you read through them yet?"
"Do you mind showing me what they are? I don't want to pry into personal information, but I'd love to know more about you."
"Come over here and sit next to me," she said, patting the cushion next to her. The booth was really just for two, one across from another, so w
OpenOpen your eyes and see meOpen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Open your arms and hold me
Open your hands and feel me
Open your mind and know me
Open your spirit and share me
Open your heart and love me
The Romanian Incident Part IV23 December 2010The Romanian Incident Part IV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was awakened in the morning by the sound of the doorbell echoing through my apartment. I looked at the clock: 9:15. I really wanted to sleep in on my holiday, but whoever was waiting for me pushed the doorbell again, so I got out of bed to see who it was. It was Gus, the landlord. He was chomping on one of his perpetually unlit cigars and his balding brown hair was unkempt.
I opened the door. "Hey, Gus. What's up?"
"Robert, I just wanted to know that Mrs. Dumitrescu's apartment will be packed up and moved out next Thursday. She gave me this letter," he said, tapping his shirt pocket, "that said she gave you some things you'll need to move out. Make sure you do it before next Thursday."
"And nothing will be disturbed until then?" I asked Gus.
"Sure, kid. I won't open anything up until next Thursday."
"Good, because she has a cat, you know? And I need to find a place for it."
"Yeah. Just do it before next Thursday."
With that, Gus shuffled down the hall, satisfied he'd
Love and War Chapter 4Last night was probably one of the most enjoyable nights I'd ever had. The only bad part of it was having to wake up at O-dark-thirty in the morning for physical training. I ended up getting only about four hours of sleep, we had to get up so early in the morning for PT. Getting up early wasn't the problem. It was around two o'clock, when lunch is digesting and I'm back in the classroom that's when the tiredness hits.Love and War Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fortunately, I can always assign a particular problem for the class to discuss while I slip outside for a smoke. I had done just that, and was smoking, by myself, under the big oak tree in the courtyard. As I was finishing my cigarette, I noticed someone walk towards me. Definitely an officer, but too far away to tell who it was. After a few more steps, I could see that it was my superior officer, Major Franklin. Before he walked up to me, I stamped out the cigarette and prepared to salute. Major Franklin was a career army man, not someone like me who joined up aft
Love and War Chapter 2Class was finally over. This group of students was really sharp; they caught on to what I was teaching real quickly. I walked from the training building across the base to the Single Officers' Quarters. It was a long walk, but I didn't mind. I could have hopped a ride in any number of passing Jeeps. But the weather was great, and it was nice to have some peaceful time to myself.Love and War Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I arrived to my quarters and checked my watch: 6:30. I had plenty of time. Before entering my room, I used the phone in the hall to call a cab to pick me up at 7:45. I took my time showering, having a smoke, shaving, then getting dressed. Since I hadn't been in the army for not even a year, I didn't have much to show off, as far as ribbons and badges go, but I was proud of what I had. Two kind of set me apart from most army officers. For one, I received the Lifesaving Medal, a decoration of the US Coast Guard, but all military members are eligible to receive it. I happened to rescue a kid that swam a little too
Love and War Chapter 1San Francisco, California, September, 1942Love and War Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been nearly a year since the December 7, 1941 Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Over 2,000 United States military personnel were killed, plus another thousand injured. On December 8th, army, navy and marine corps recruitment centers were packed with men joining up. I was no different. I volunteered it was my duty to my country. After basic training, I was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant in the United States Army. I was being sent to the Presidio in San Francisco. Here I was, a 25 year-old man, who had never stepped foot outside Texas, and they were sending me to California.
Since graduating from Texas A&M University in 1939, I'd worked at Texaco, specifically in their Supply division. So it was natural that I had been assigned to the Quartermaster Corps, Logistics "A" Company, 1st Petroleum Battalion. We were responsible for gasoline, diesel, oil and other petroleum products for the Pacific Theatre. We were headquartered i
The Romanian Incident Part VICosmina reappeared a couple of minutes later, wearing an ill-fitting, nondescript pair of jeans, a garish old lady sweater, and tennis shoes that looked like they were twenty years old. I chuckled, because she looked hilarious.The Romanian Incident Part VI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do not laugh at me!" she exclaimed with a smile. "All of the clothes in there are things that Mrs. Dumitrescu wore. This was the best I could do!"
"Let's go across the hall to my apartment, and I'll get you a different shirt. And a coat. It's cold outside."
I left Mina in the living room to grab a sweatshirt and coat for her, and I also took about $700 of cash. I had no idea how much she was going to spend. Returning to the living room, I tossed her the grey sweatshirt. It said "City U. Athl. Dept." and it was a serious step up from the sweater. "Here. It shrunk, so it doesn't fit me anymore. It'll still be a bit big on you, but it's definitely better than what you're wearing now."
At that, she lifted the sweater above her head, exposing her beautiful, full bre
NovemberAutumnNovember in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...
DisenchantmentI said your eyesDisenchantment in Free Verse More Like This
were ripe for stealing,
but my fingerprints lied.
They left a strange future behind us -
a discourse that bruised
between my gums.
Don't sleep so loudly.
with sightless hands.
The boy next door
can hear you
behind these bars,
has left its ghost
inside our pockets.
Garden of DelightsMy garden of delights,Garden of Delights in Free Verse More Like This
infested with such pretty, twisted things,
mandrake root and toadstools
and glistering ravens' wings.
I planted belladona,
such a melancholy crop,
and grew poison ivy in blistered vines -
a haven in the bogs.
Skullcap grew amongst the weeds,
its slithering, slivered, ragged leaves
a home to noxious worms
and mealy nettle-bugs.
I gathered withered poppies,
a delicious apertif,
and brewed brackish tea from bagworm seeds
and garnished it with slugs.
Brambles thrived between the stones -
the hedges overblown with ash and bone
to welcome all my guests,
who hunched and huddled in the damp
covered up with dark and dank,
they bobbed and hung their withered heads
and supped on wolfbane tea and griddle-thorns.
How nice to know they all are dead!
Love StoryShe found pleasureLove Story in Free Verse More Like This
in the strong drink
of his smile,
and how warm his voice
below her breasts,
her toes curling up
as she met the breath of him
on winter nights.
She dreamed of the nape
of his neck -
how each pore
bristled with pride
and made her guess
and how his forehead
each fine hair
arching its back
at her kiss
like the wonder of discovering
a new meaning
for the rain.
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
Man as SurgeryI'm an appendectomyMan as Surgery in Free Verse More Like This
slice and flap
like a turned out pocket
kissing the surgeon's lips
I'm a tonsillectomy
high above your wires
a new frequency
of birds crashing
I'm an amputation
nip and tuck
of dangling leg and arm
left for friends
to sever on the street
with white picket teeth
to cloud your face
freckles popping like stars
or morphine clogging my arteries
just bleed out
where you left me
and the wide world waiting
for you to happen.
IsaacI saw your faceIsaac in Free Verse More Like This
in the post office
It was one of those
eight by elevens
with black lettering,
It was an old picture
as if your chin
had not grown up yet
and your hair
framed your cheeks
as if to say
I, too, am a visitor.
They spelled your name wrong -
there are two A's in Isaac
and you looked
like you had been caught
wearing someone else's skin -
the scar at your temple
was a faded moon,
crescent and grey at the corner
and I could tell
you had not slept
MoonI will meet youMoon in Free Verse More Like This
where the mad, mongrel moon
sways from course
and crests over the chimney tops,
leaving his shadow between our sheets.
we will make him our ardent lover,
his junkaroo smile
brimming the cusp
of our hips like swans,
the bright wasp
of his longing gaze
like a canopy of sighs
where the morning
cannot find us.
Lost BoyTrouble laid its hands on youLost Boy in Free Verse More Like This
like a deathbed blessing
sucking the warm beer
down with the night's
dirty promise to be good.
He could smell her
from across the room -
how her dress bloomed
like a stale cabbage rose
and the sickening pink
of the sponge curlers
charring the roots of her hair.
The tepid blue
of her eyes annoyed him
and the clacking of her nails
so red from the sweat
of his uncle's back
left his mouth aching
and unable to swallow.
She reminded him of an egg,
he thought -
swollen and bloated
with the smell
of too much living,
leaving the razor
in his shoe
for a new start...
Secret GardenI slipped into her secret gardenSecret Garden in Free Verse More Like This
and felt the warm doze of bees
settle scarlet in begonias
and heard the tulips brush
their lazy petals against air
gone breezy with April
and the taste of sun rambling
so lost and pale across the sky.
I heard leaves breathe slow
taking their time to awaken
and find the trees stretched
and laughing overhead
and smelled wisteria
damp against her cheek,
bringing summer to her skin
like tiny sparrows.
And I watched her hands
break the new earth with prayers
and span the morning
jeweled with dew and roses,
her face blooming rare
and glowing on the grass.
First IIII lay on my back, and you snuggle on your side against me with your head resting on my shoulder. You reach out your hand and start to doodle on my chest. You are intensely looking at your fingers and nails swirling and dancing through my chest hair and around my breasts. Your touch is on that border between tickling and exciting.First III in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly, you flick your nail over my nipple. The small end quickly turns hard and white. You flick it again, and a mixture of pain and pleasure spreads from my chest. You grab the hard bud with your thumb and forefinger, and I can feel my thigh muscles tighten. You let go of one side to play with the other. My man nips are not used to this, so they react instantly. I feel my crotch tingle and tense as you play, and I wonder if this is the reaction you feel when I pinch and pull your pink tits.
You move your hand and I see you lift yourself up to lean over my rig
ObsessionIt was only a dance class.Obsession in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I held you five times.
Why am I obsessed for you?
Sticks and StonesWhy was I foolish enough to tell her friend that I had a crush on her? I didn't really want to open my mouth, but her insistence broke down my defenses and I told. Since starting at the new school, I had obsessed about her. She was my romantic fantasy when I told myself bedtime stories to fall asleep. Our class picture was smudged over her face from my kisses applied from my finger.Sticks and Stones in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But the secret was out, and her friend went running off to spread the news. I dreaded playground bullies, but I could surrender to their fun and they soon lost interest in me. Maybe this would turn out alright. Maybe she would be flattered to be noticed and pay some attention to me now.
The friend comes back to me with laughter and glee in her voice.
"She said she hates your guts."
I felt the cut go all the way through my 12 year old heart, deflating my hope inside. Her friend goes running off to the swings, her mission
Mmmmm, DonutsI see you staring at the luscious cream-filled donut in your hands. Is that a little drool coming from the side of your mouth?Mmmmm, Donuts in General More Like This
I watch you take your first bite. The overstuffed center oozes past your lips onto the corners of your mouth. You smile with your mouth covered with white cream. You snake your tongue around your lips to lick up all the sweetness. You lick around a time or two to get it all.
You bring the donut back to your mouth for a second bite. This one is less messy, but I see you have opened up a big gash in the pastry where all the cream filling is stuffed. You form your tongue into a scoop and dip it into the end of the slit. You dig down into the filling, scooping out a tongue full of white cream. You extend your tongue, holding it out for me to see. I watch the creamy goo melt down from your body heat. It begins to trickle down your tongue to your t
First III cradle your head in my hands. Your eyes overflow with love and lust. The feel of your jaw on my fingertip is a soothing fire.First II in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You gently swish your head, moving your hair away from your neck. You tilt your head back and to the side, leaving yourself exposed. I slide my fingers down your neck, following the path of your muscle. Beneath the skin, I see your artery pulsating as your heart pumps your lust blood through your body. I wonder if other parts of you are throbbing in time.
I lean down and approach your offering, not as a vampire taking your blood to feed my hunger, but as your lover giving you passion to feed your desire. I put my lips over your throbbing skin and feel the pulse on my mouth. I suck in tenderly, and hear you hiss approval. I let my lips release and come back with more lust. I open my mouth more as I seal my lips around your muscle. Sucking har
Missing MuseI sit in front of a blank document.Missing Muse in Free Verse More Like This
My Muse is not here.
Where can she be?
I undress and sit naked at the keyboard,
But there is no inspiration tonight.
Only the feeling that a part of me is missing.
I pull at myself for feelings,
But they are mere physical.
The spiritual fire is drowned.
A story comes, it builds,
But it is only words tonight.
There is no wetness.
The climax, the ending, the fulfillment,
But only in a narrative.
My body fades to emptiness.
I miss my Muse tonight.
MakingI ask if you've done something for my information.Making in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say I make you feel irresponsible.
I move dishes in the dishwasher to make room for more.
You say I make you feel inadequate.
I help by doing a chore that you usually do.
You say I make you feel unneeded.
Why can I make you feel miserable?
What can't I make you feel happy?
The Sakura Curse Priest Mitsuko Dairy 1The Sakura Curse in Profiles More Like This
FF5 ghost list 1Ghost: Cut UpFF5 ghost list 1 in Profiles More Like This
Real name: Nayu Komuka
Bio: One of the first of many to become a victim of the Sakura Curse. She lived in the Village near Cherry blossom mountain, Brother attend The Sakura Ritual. Worried why brother hadn't return headed to the manor and suffered the curse.
Power: teleporter, make screen blood red
Film type: Type 14, real easy for being the first ghost of the game.
Places where seen: Grand hall, Koto room, Priestess room
Ghost: Dark monk
Bio: When the Unleashing occurred, was brought in to claim the sprites, instead suffered The Sakura Cruse.
Power: teleporter, freezing player in place for five seconds
Film type: Still type 14. it's still a pretty easy ghost to handle
Places Where seen: Alter room, Cherry tree garden, fire pit room
Ghost: loyal girl
Real Name: Miyuki Nami
Bio: An Eight year old girl who lived in the manor and was very close to yuuki. When she got caught up in The Unleashing Yuuki promised that she would still stay by her side and would cal
FF5 ghost list 2Ghost: Crying boyFF5 ghost list 2 in Profiles More Like This
Real name: Ryu
Bio: Young boy from Cherry Blossom Village. Was Nobel guest with his mother for the Cherry Blossom Ritual. Saw The Unleashing, Killed his mother, Died from Sakura Curse
Power: Screams will freeze you into place, Like's to teleport be hide you.
Flim type: Type 61, don't be fooled by his sad face, he can really hurt you if you give him the chance.
Places seen: Children's room, Toy room, Grand Hall
Ghost: Laughing Women
Real name: N/A
Bio: Saw Ritual Fail and went mad, Hanged herself in cherry garden.
Power: Rope neck, Real powerful attack, she will place rope around players neck choking them, if not care full could kill you real fast and easy.
Film Type: Type 61
Places seen: Cherry Tree Garden
The priestess and the priest Priestess Yuuki Dairy 1The priestess and the priest in Profiles More Like This
I was taken away from my village today.. The people who came, told me that they were in need of my help. What could they want from a twelve year old girl? and take me to a huge mansion of all pla
Hunter: PrologueShe leaned against the tree, reading in the sun, enjoying the smells of the open air, and waiting for the hunter to return, as hed done every day for the past week. She thought maybe, just maybe, hed actually approach her, today. Shed smelled his scent from day one. On the third day, she caught her first glimpse of his caramel eyes through the trees. They sent shivers down her spine.Hunter: Prologue in Fantasy More Like This
Somehow she knew he wanted her, and she had a feeling that he meant her no harm, though the logical side of her mind kept telling her that she was foolish to believe in something that she couldnt prove. He was clearly wild, dangerous.
Of course that fact only made him more alluring.
After an hour, she hadnt caught his scent, yet. She sighed as she stretched out in the grass and started listening to her ipod. After thirty more minutes she began to sing along, her voice carrying through the trees.
She was so enthralled by her song that she didnt catch the change of s
Without YouA whirlwind of pain and need and desire fill my very being, my every pore. Out of Your presence I am lost in the blinding light of the harsh unforgiving sun. I can see every stain of humanity, and the good I see, its not worth clinging to, fighting the will to give in that claws at my soul.Without You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You shield me from the light, help me focus on the all important good. With You, I want to hold on. I can hold on. I dont fear the emptiness of the crowd, because I know that I can soon come home to Your arms and find safety and love. You are my strength, the hope that I was searching for.
I beg of You, never surrender, because if You do, I surely wont be far behind.
LongingI've lost friends, acquaintances; I'm slowly drifting from family, those who've been with me from the beginningLonging in Free Verse More Like This
But you, you
I seem to be losing you, as well, though I suppose I never really had you.
You can make me burn in ways I never thought possible, but those days of playful banter stopped months ago. You always did know how to leave me longing for more.
You appear every now and then, to keep the embers burning. Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's simply that I'm not around when you are.
I wish I could ask you, plead with you to tell me why, why are we so far drifted? We were so close. Even now, the thought of you has my heart racing, longing for you to start the chase.
Did I become dull to your sharp Huntress's eyes? Did you see too deep and find me somehow deficient? Have I failed to keep your interest, or is there something else keeping us apart?
I doubt that I'll ever know.
Maiden in the towerHigh up in a towerMaiden in the tower in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Far above the ground,
A young fair maiden
Stares all around.
The world moves so quickly
Below her still feet,
As she sits and wonders
On her window seat.
She sighs as she thinks
Of all the things she's missed.
All the things not experienced,
All those she could have kissed.
She fell in love with the people
That she could not meeet.
Watched them live their lives
Far below her feet.
Oh how she wished to join them
In their happy lives.
With their happy children,
Husbands and wives.
She laughs with the children
Playing in the street,
While never moving
From her cushioned seat.
But it is hollow laughter
Followed by hollow tears
For a life never reached,
But no one can hear.
There was a boy
She used to see,
That made her wonder
How it would be.
He was the only one,
His face so sweet
Would turn to the tower
Where their eyes would meet.
When first it happened
Her cheeks blushed,
Heart raced quickly,
Breathing became hushed.
The boy dropped his things,
Tripped and stumbled,
The VisitorA scratch upon the window,The Visitor in Free Verse More Like This
A constant tapping to ignore.
The wind blowing brashly
Against the closed and bolted door.
The tapping it continues,
Getting louder and louder for its cause,
As the rain begins to tumble
And the wind roars.
I know there is no-one out there,
I hope no visitors stand waiting.
The tapping just continues
And is so very grating.
Why cant they just leave me
And be on their merry way.
Why can they not turn in
And seek me in the day.
The fire begins to flicker,
The rain is pouring down.
Whoever keeps tapping
Must be wearing a sodden gown.
At last I finally snap
'This place is not for you!'
The tapping only quickened,
As the rain did too.
I huddle in the closeness,
Waiting for the dawn.
I truly must be a sight
Looking so forlorn.
But the tapping does not cease,
Does not stop or ease.
It appears driven and relentless
Like the buffeting breeze.
'I do not want visitors,
Ghostly or otherwise!
I want to be left alone
In this weather I despise.'
My visitor takes no break,
Night skyI look up at the starsNight sky in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And know you see them too.
They watch over all
That we both do.
They shine through your window
Onto your spacious bed,
Your beautiful blonde head.
Sometimes we feel so far apart,
The distance dragging out.
The miles adding up
To more than I can count.
Then I look up and think
That you see what I see,
So how far away
Can you really be?
The stars are your night light
And my guiding dream.
For they are far more
Than they seem.
They carry my words
As they see you too,
My messengers above
Reminding 'I love you'.
I sit here hoping
That the precious phrase
Doesn't get lost
In a night sky maze.
I want them to reach you
Every time you see
The sparkling stars,
And smile because of me.