The Boy's Response."I'm sorry I make you write poetry.The Boy's Response. in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to tell you,
But I never could."
And the poet is almost snared again,
By the boys who speaks novocaine words.
Sad sorry eyes,
And promises to be whatever I wish.
No will of his own,
But yet so willful.
And he worries me.
With his wanting,
And what i don't know.
But he known me,
And what's the harm,
When you just keep an icy mind?
The boy who breaths these words I think,
Will simply be my friend.
#64 Dangerous TerritoryThe clear of mind will not challenge,#64 Dangerous Territory in Free Verse More Like This
The will of the wolf pack.
Sharp eyes watch your every step,
Ears move to pick up each breath.
Outsiders are enemies,
And enemies are just another kill.
We move as one,
A deadly shadow.
Soundless and invisible.
We hunt without gaining attention.
But we aren't just mindless murder machines.
We are family.
We are safety.
We are hope.
But we are dangerous.
The alpha calls the shots,
The pack moves to obey.
Outsiders are not accepted.
You are part of the pack,
Or you are prey.
You want to be part of the pack.
To question the pack,
Puts anyone in dangerous territory.
#63 A Moment In TimeWhy do I always try to fly,#63 A Moment In Time in Free Verse More Like This
When I know I lack wings?
The so called bird hopes.
She'll will herself to the sky if she must.
Just a tase of freedom,
Just a sip of paradise.
A chance to touch the sky.
If only for this moment.
I've had my share of bitter drinks,
And I won't swallow another.
I'll make it work.
It won't end this way again.
The so called bird leaps.
And for a moment...just a moment.
She tasted the sweet that is the sky,
Then reality snatches her wings away,
And shows the bird her destiny.
SpidersSpiders are every where,Spiders in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the light and the sky,
Sometimes you can't see them,
But we all know they are there,
Some of them are in your mind,
Some at weirdest places,
They let you see everything,
Of old memories that had past,
Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
................ in Scraps More Like This
That's what you hear ,
when you press your face to my chest .
That's what you feel ,
when you hold me close .
That's what you see ,
when you look in my eyes .
That's what you notice ,
when you find me all alone .
I am simply ...
Are You Now or Have You...Are You Now or Have YouAre You Now or Have You... in Short Stories More Like This
Today I started reading a biography about Roy Cohn, and it said something like several people believed he had an affair with Joe McCarthy, but there is no evidence to support this. I also took the rumors that Roy and Hoover would attend orgies at The Plaza Hotel, and created this short little story. Warning: the last part can get graphic.)
Parings: Hoover/Tolson & McCarthy/Cohn
Place: Hoover and Tolson's house in Washington
"Your bedroom is upstairs next to ours."
Roy placed his two suitcases on the tiled foyer floor and gazed up the stairs. Edgar and Clyde stood silently by the front door. Outside, he could hear Joe's limo as it rambled down the street. An eerie sensation filled the air as he was dropped off. Joe couldn't stay, not even for a minute. He had to be at work. Roy had been sent to live, against his wishes, with Edgar and Clyde until this whole thing blew over. He couldn't stay at his mother's house in New York; it wasn't safe. He co
New Years (Hoover/Tolson fan fiction)New Year's Day-1936New Years (Hoover/Tolson fan fiction) in Settings More Like This
New York City
The Plaza Hotel
Pairings: J. Edgar Hoover/Clyde Tolson
Clyde is telling the story.
The floor continued to sway under my feet, as we unclasped hands and stepped from the limo. Walking up the red velvet carpet to the front door of, The Plaza, I could hear the drunken shouts of, "Happy New Year! Happy, nineteen-thirty six!"
Through the foyer, and into a waiting elevator, I stood silently by Edgar. The attendant pushed the button for our floor. Closing my eyes, I could feel the waves of annoyance coming from Edgar. Did I really announce to everyone my desire to dance with him at the club? Judging from the high pitched giggles coming from Art's girlfriend she assumed I was joking. I noticed Art cracked a smile. Seconds later, I felt Edgar squeeze my hand tighter. A sure sign he was not amused by my behavior.
The bell chimed, the elevator came to an abrupt stop.
I gave a courteous reply, while Edgar responded with his usual gr
IN SEARCH OF FRANK MILLER: a sIN SEARCH OF FRANK MILLER: a semi true ghost storyIN SEARCH OF FRANK MILLER: a s in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I still remember the day when fate presented me with the opportunity that would eventually lead to my murder. We were living in a three bedroom house that Papa and his friends built in less than a month. Each man happened to be skilled in the fine arts of carpentry and architecture. Despite the fact that they were each drinking four to six beers a day, the house rose swiftly from the ground up. A mixture of the detailed, ornate layout and Mama’s beautiful flower and vegetable garden caused plenty of envy among the residents of Woodville. Pity it’s now decomposing under the murky waters of Lake Texoma.
I awoke the morning of my journey, to the mid-morning sun pouring through the homemade linen curtains in the bedroom I shared with my younger brother. I could smell the lingering aromas of fried bacon and fresh-brewed coffee. My siblings had awoken earlier and left for school. As usual,
FINDING FRANK--PrologueIN SEARCH OF FRANK MILLER: a semi true ghost storyFINDING FRANK--Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lake Texoma-Present Day
They say that when a person passes on, their spirit is given two portals that connect them to the world of the living: the place where their soul left their body, and their grave. I chose the first.
The old town of Woodville, Oklahoma once stood in between Texas and Oklahoma. My parents moved us there after I graduated high school from Kentucky Town, Texas. Papa went to work on the railroad, and demanded I get a job as well. I would be turning twenty-one in only a few months. Papa also liked to remind me that I was lazy, and when he was my age he had already married my Mama, and she had me. Oh, and he happened to be one of the most profitable farmers in our small town. That seemed nice, but I didn’t care for a farming lifestyle.
In the early nineteen-forties, Woodville was submerged underwater when the Red River was dammed to create Lake Texoma. By then, my parents had settled in Platter, Oklah
The Fight Story (Hoover/Tolson)Not exactly a "J. Edgar" fan fiction, more like, I wrote a story based on a rumor that I read about them.The Fight Story (Hoover/Tolson) in Short Stories More Like This
This fan fiction story is based on a rumor that the owner of a hotel in California overheard J. Edgar Hoover and Clyde Tolson fighting one night while on vacation. According to this man's story, loud screaming and the sound of breaking dishes were heard from their suite. A few moments later the door slammed shut, and Tolson came storming out of the room. Hoover had thrown a very heavy ashtray at him, busting his lip wide open, giving him a black eye. Hours later, Tolson came back to the hotel. The two men returned to Washington, and Tolson took nine days off work to treat his injuries.
-(6-4-12) I'm all for history, so I have to put a historical note in this. According to another biography I read, this really happened, but Clyde didn't return to the hotel. He was driven to the hospital by the hotel manager, and went straight from the ER back to Washington. A few days later, h
GR : I do not want to fight with youOnce Anna, Rex and Caesar went to rest in Argentina.GR : I do not want to fight with you in Sketches More Like This
- Why did you take me with you? - Anna.
- You're like a sister to me and I wanted you to have a rest on the farm. - Rex.
- Thanks. I really appreciate it, Rex. - Anna.
- Hmm, why Van Kleiss kill your family? - Caesar.
- You'd have to ask him about it. - She was upset.
- I'm sorry. I did not want... - Caesar.
- Why Anna said that? - Rex.
- Because I know that in the past, Anna and Van Kleiss were friends. - Caesar.
- Friends with Van Kleiss ... I can not imagine how she could be friends with him ... - Rex.
- If you are interested you can ask her. - Caesar.
- Okay. - Rex.
Rex went to Anna.
- You can tell how much you know your uncle? - Rex.
- I met him when I was six years, before Nanite Event... He taught me everything ... About nanites. - Anna.
- That's why you know so much about the nanites ... - Rex.
- Yeah. And it's very painful. How can I love someone who killed my family ... It is naive and stupid... - Anna.
- You can not otherw