Sunny Disposish - Chapter 21From the hallway into your roomSunny Disposish - Chapter 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can see you before the moon
Understand me my blue eyed son
I do not wish to see you gone
Look away if you don't like the sound
I could not share what I have found
Birdie, "Blue Eyed Son"
Alice stood against the cold stone wall where it turned to obscure view and sobbed in a passion, trying as best she could through this wicked fit to hold in the ugly sound, but as it was, the wind was pulling up at her coat, insisting upon itself so, so that she could hardly be heard over it anyway. Regardless, the shame was a tricky fog, a miasma around her middle to mix with her self-pity, clouding better judgment, her heart of hearts which knew that this was a very silly thing to do given the circumstances, and she turned her face into it, covering her mouth and hoping it would just leave.
But it didn't, and she made
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 17Half my life is in books' written pagesSunny Disposish - Chapter 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lived and learned from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Aerosmith, "Dream On"
Quentin certainly liked his books. Alice was thinking on this, passing over the filled shelf-walls inside, a glass of lemonade in hand while the young man in question stood across the room, squinting out the window, careful not to draw too near her lest he make her feel put upon or untoward. He had one hand in his pocket, jingling some coins together ever so often. It smelled like honeysuckle even inside the cabin, but she could see no vases set out, nor any issuance of the climbing vine nearby that she could see.
"Have you read all of these?" she asked, shifting her weight off a squeaky floorboard. "You have so many books that I wonder how you hav
AlicexHatter Short Story 6 The last thing that Lorina saw when her mother fell into the large hole in the back garden were the white fingers reaching upward, back over Alice's shoulder, holding onto the air as though it would pull her out again.AlicexHatter Short Story 6 in Short Stories More Like This
She had been playing in her usual haunt by the chestnut tree when she looked over and realized that the ground had suddenly caved inbut she saw it was not so when she climbed further out onto the branch, beginning to dip in over it. There had simply appeared a black-colored hole. There were no sides to it that she could see, no dirt crumbling down into a sinkhole. Just a circular hole, and no light, almost as if someone had drawn it there.
Her mother had come out onto the veranda, and upon seeing young Lorina balancing herself on the twiddly ends of the frailest-looking branch on the tree
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 18I kept a chain upon my doorSunny Disposish - Chapter 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
that would shake the shame of Cain
into a blind submission
Alice found herself forcing open several doors in the two weeks prior to what the Hatter would, in later better days, refer to with some detachment as his abulia. One of these was less immediate in its significance, but it came first, and so I shall tell you of all this chronologically.
She dreamt of him that night after the tunnel in the woods, not in some romantic moonlit walk or gazing at one another dancing at a ball, but walking through the forest, silently, striding ahead of her, and she hadn't thought to question him at all. He was so urgent, speechless, that she wondered if he even knew she was there. Halted at the edge of the treeline, he turne
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 29I'm adaptable, and I like my new roleSunny Disposish - Chapter 29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm getting better and better
I have a new goal
I'm changing my ways where money applies
Nouvelle Vague, "This is Not a Love Song"
An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music, and one cannot tell about music so that another person can get the feeling of it.
Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
It was a brisk walk back to the hotel, and when they got there, the Hatter shut the door, leaned against it with his palms flat behind him, and stood gazing meditatively with a tight jaw into the final veins of fading light for nearly a quarter of an hour. She leaned into the far edge of the couch watching the vestiges of heathery blue and violet drain to the floor until he pushed himself away so suddenly that she started.
At his disjointed entreaty, Alice ventu
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 28Once you hate someone, everything they do is offensive.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 28 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Duchess sat at a vanity looking into her reflection. The glass cast a greyish tint over the room she could see in front of her, which was the room over her shoulder. Her hand was still on the brush she had been running over the surface of her whitish-blonde locks, freshening the long but narrow rope of hair down to its curlicued end. Those fingers were light on the engraved silver handle; she had become distracted by how strangely her nose and eyes and mouth all expanded together in a confused way after too long, morphing into someone she didn't know or had forgotten. It was funny how it could do that after she stared too long, and yet other times she could catch herself at the end of a long hallway in a distant mirror for just a split of a second, and wonder with startled surprise who that girl was. But it was always herself.
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 11Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do not judge men by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy.
Alice was hesitating in the hours afterward, for she did not want to go walk along sandy beaches and try to find the pair of creatures both the Duchess and now the Hatter had recommended to her. Generous suggestions, yes, but she was more inclined to hover over the teapots and arrange them by color. It wasn't working; they became very insulted by the implications and at first snottily rearranged themselves, then began to play games with her and elude her grasp. The cow-creamer began to moo at her in outrage when she picked it up, but Alice shushed it and it became content to simply dollop cream into her cup. She was sett
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 12But when a young lady is to be a heroine ... [s]omething must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
Après moi, le déluge.
Not every ball takes place moments after the invitation is slipped into our home post. There is a seemingly endless wait which involves a lot of sitting around doing nothing, with no particular exciting episode to punctuate any of itwhich is why balls and grand parties are so tremendous to begin with. They are the goal toward which we suffer in the meantime when we are not going to balls and grand parties. In this interim, week-old newspapers litter the floor, the tea service shan't be scoured until someone gets up the verve to do something about it, and there is a general kind of malaise that begins to smother the finer senses. The worst part is that the ball created the waiting, but without the wait, there would
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 27Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 27 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[O]nce she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Alice was running through a tall and shady hedge maze, and though it was only twilight, pale droplets of fireflies flickered code to one another from the indigo shadows; she went laughing with a giddy openness the whole way. Shouldering the leaves and peering round corners, she had to gently bite her knuckles to keep from making too much sound, for he was very, very tricky, darting and shifting with the blotches of darkness, but she could hear him chuckling someti
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 26Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail?Sunny Disposish - Chapter 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
"Genius of Love," Tom Tom Club
They both listened to the clacking rails. The strumming tempo was off a hair, as though the car at the fore of this one was overloaded too much to the right. Alice could just see his outline, there on his back staring upward from among the hay. She couldn't sleep, she was far too awake, every little thing a distraction, and so instead pulled very hard on the door to get it to open just a little, and the girl watched the stars come and go from among the vaporous clouds. But they were cold and very far away despite glittering so prettily, and she swayed back over to the haystack as the car sank into a curve. Unfolding the cloth from her pocket and crumbling bits of cheese blindly, she lowered her voice to mask the awkwardness,
glass eyeswhen i was a little girl and still lived by the sea, my grandmother used to give me a telescope, sit in her rocking chair on the patio, and watch me.glass eyes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
on this particular day, her skin was reaching a peak of gray. cracks surrounded her icy eyes, her lips frozen into a purse, her back crumbling as if the sky rested on her shoulders. the floor creaked when she walked, and the railing leaned forward when she set her hand on it's spine.
she grasped the telescope in the other, the grays just as gray as her hand, except much more new - silver, more like, with glass at the end for an eye and black rubber circling the front, like the parts of her skirt.
it was folded in on itself, but when she stuck her arthritis-scourged appendages into it, pulling, her kempt, crimson nails clicked the edges and slid it out of its skin. suddenly, it was the length of her arm.
she gave it to me, trusting the weight to my hands, sat in her chair and rocked.
"look into it," she said.
i placed the rubber
tomorrowbreathing.tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
binding ropes, pointed sheets
and careful skies- i have all the oceans,
new days, richest nights and brightest
when i have the feeling
of the roughest rocks
under the soles of my feet-
the wood and splinters in my toes,
the cold metal to my arms,
the most frozen of fingers
pressed to my back.
arms are poison when they're numb;
ever is different when you can feel.
leaning, i have the air against my skin,
the deepest of skies breathing down my neck,
the poison of cradling eyes.
maybe being human is knowing how to feel alive;
maybe being human is knowing when to be alive.
black and white, knight eyes, shivers
seeking home in my skin-
breathing, i have everything-
even with the trains crashing
in my chest, black seeking
the corners of my eyes
and a slow, dancing conscious,
like magic, we don't only have tomorrow -
we seek tomorrow.
shelf-lifebefore you:shelf-life in Free Verse More Like This
i love you like i love those nights
where it's cool but still too warm
to leave the covers on
when you sleep,
and you can't sleep
over the sound of
black and white re-runs
you leave on your TV,
like little people
rattling in your brain
when you close your eyes,
so you open them
to see this woman with short
curly blonde hair, with porcelain skin
the color of china in moonlight,
her eyes the kind of eyes
that look like liquid glass,
riding high on her thighs,
showing just enough skin where
it's not her
that reminds me of you,
but the way she sleeps
when she knows i'm awake,
but the way her skin
brushes mine like the contours
of a shadow, her fingers cold
and clammy like autumn leaves,
but the way her eyes look at me
like they're not glass, but i am
and her lips-- her thighs
open like books--
--but i cannot say
and i crumble my words
and let them fall to the floor
before the watchful eyes
of your bed.
i will only wake
but love hurts.sometimes there are such things as friendsbut love hurts. in Free Verse More Like This
who say they would rather rip their own heart out
than watch you rip out yours, and he kind of
and he was looking at him right now, his hands
in the pockets of his jeans tied like knots, his eyes
open but closed slightly like he was struggling
to look at him, and he looks like he wants to tell him
everything, and probably does have an entire novel in his head,
but he only says, "stop."
but he tells him he wants to stop
but he can't, but god he wants to stop,
but he can't:
"sometimes, i lie in bed with nothing on but
an old pair of sweat pants and i can still
feel her on my skin"---
and he breathes again, and it feels like
his eyes staring back are clenching at his insides,
the corneas like talons, but he opens his mouth
and it feels like he's choking instead---
"sometimes, i breathe but i can't think of
my own breath."---
and suddenly, he is with
the smell of lavender
on the ripple of ocean-sheets, and something
virginswhen i asked youvirgins in Free Verse More Like This
you told me you died when you first had sex,
which i thought was funny,
until you asked me how many bodies i had.
in the end, we will always burn.sometimes i wonder what is it likein the end, we will always burn. in Free Verse More Like This
to be close to things that aren't
meant to be close.
i imagine things with straps at the collar bones, worded at the releasing snap-
cages under shirts a thrashing mess pounding against my temple
alive only when there is hunger playing in our ears so loud
all you can hear is the verbal silence of bone on bone.
SOMETIMES, i imagine it speaks a crescendo of exploding monotones
over leather and the darkness a facade over of our skin:
thighs swollen into what i think is a golden spine under my fingertips,
a strange voice filled with murmurations coming through the black
ready to fill the pregnant silence of friday nights
tucked into reverberating cars in an impending snow-
fingers an absolute touch, burning the coldest of skin,
goose bumps rising into a medley
and sometimes, this voice can say things besides dumb, resounding word vomit
and lies, the reflex of meaningless names and places between our skin and bones,
and it speaks tones of condo
snapped."you willsnapped. in Free Verse More Like This
be my books
open on my bed
with freckled words
bound to your
with stories tucked
into the chapped areas
of your lips, open
your spine crooked
holding your body
to a collection
of sodden bones, like
the soggy pages
of all the stories
you once told me
in the nights so dark
we couldn't read,
above the beating
of the paper and ink
in your chest
where you said
the thing about
what you see
and feel and be
does not have
and the best part
is the stories
will be there
into the pages of
catch twenty-two"i love the way you lookcatch twenty-two in Free Verse More Like This
in candlelight," you will say
where you flicker
your skin the kind of orange
that comes sober in sunset,
just sweltered into the blues
before it completely dies out,
dusk fit into the contours of your skin-
but unlike the sun
you're more of a chasm-
what we will say is
an inherent, permanent flicker
in the darkest of your december bedroom
before we try to sleep
but i only find myself staring at you
wondering when the light will die
and the burning next to me
will become an icy cold
and the light under your eyelids
will cool into its natural blue
and your cheekbones will freeze
so they cannot fit into my hand
as they once did
and idly, i will wonder
if the delicate rise of the sun
and save me from your cold december bedroom
before you reach nothingness.
breathing when you can't breathei am warm butbreathing when you can't breathe in Free Verse More Like This
i think i'm naked and my clothes are at my feet
like colored, cotton, dead skin, and my breath is there, but not,
in that sick way where i know i can breath but i can't, and i feel
like i may suffocate and i will break in the same way cans do
when all their contents are sucked out and they are crushed,
in that same way you drown in the hands of billowing water, below ice,
and it's just there, i think, my breath, hanging at the mouth,
just dangling off my lips by the thread of my lungs,
almost as useless as air without oxygen,
and i am that dead little girl again, a doll,
waiting at the foot of the bed
with a wrangled look in her eyes--
i repeat, monotone, monotonous, i repeat,
though i think i am confused because suddenly, for a minute and only a minute,
i am not dead, not a doll, though more than ever i think i want to die,
and i am only a girl, and i don't speak, and i am as dead as autumn,
a coming before winter, a warning, a waiting to your bones, sex bones,
how to: be unbreakableif there were such thing as you and ihow to: be unbreakable in Free Verse More Like This
we would be just like those stupid kids
we would hear about on tv, complete with the abhor
of moving bodies to breaths and the sweet
smoke of voices to the back of our necks
saying breathe, breathe,
and tonight you would have been that girl
who took that place between my neck, my shoulders and spine
and spoke with words fitting to the best shakespeare, plato
and socrates, your nails scratching down the bones in my back,
your lips tight, raw, and kissed almost skinless whispering:
breathe, breathe, breathe,
and i would have died under your grip young,
not a figment of what i once was,
and under the gasp stolen from my own grip
you will tell me about those kinds of days when
we were fifteen, under the type of moonshine
you would only get when you were fifteen,
where we would sit by the lake for hours,
our skin a wrinkled mess under the water,
the moon drowning in the ripples of the dock-
kissing the bride of your shoulders, the crown
of your neck und
MonsoonBut let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasureMonsoon in Other More Like This
I paint her not in words
but in rain
Zen on the roof
of a haiku world
sex just happens
relentless demand in Saturns grip
Harmony and chaos
have virtually vanished,
stripping us to the four winds
and martian fancy.
We are vagabonds,
dim and fanciful
in a celestial crowd.
Who knows if this war has a creative effect?
God? The devil?
A question for the pit
of Pandoras Box
We share a single eye.
Perhaps it is appropriate.
The will of the gods
and a drunkards song.
Immortalized forever in a single stone.
Black Belt ClassThe dojo is no quieter than a bar room. Sweat dampens the air. Someone, probably my sifu, has put LL Cool J in the disc player.Black Belt Class in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
"Work your angles Laurence, that guy is bigger than you cant take him going straight in..."
We are sparring tonight. I had my turn, rinsing mouthpiece, wrapping hands - wondering what became of my left contact lens.
Alright Stacey, youre back on the mat...
the lopsided flight
of a monarch
Senryu Series 31.Senryu Series 3 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
she emails me
annoyed with him
she stuffs a pillow
between her legs
a televangelist lectures
passing the salt-
she asks me if I've dated
a white woman
an old flame
at the wedding
I let her pin me
a second time
in one breath
DaybreakIf I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.Daybreak in Other More Like This
I am in the wind
am under a pink sky
They say all paths lead to Rome
but I am on the dusty road of Marrakesh
I and you
Sky blue you
Mounted against the pyramid of Khufu
a supernatural face
in the vast desert
Serenity and symmetry
a strange juxtaposition
Bagging a tiger has changed meaning.
If there is fighting in the air
we hear none.
This is a song far more ancient.
My lips seek moisture to speak
Are you the sun back lighting the stars?
There is a moment just before you push off the lip.
Eighteen inches between our empire garb
That is for you to fathom
With that you smile
Look for me in the forest of cranes,
where knowing leads to unknowing and back
July Haiku-Thon 20091.July Haiku-Thon 2009 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
our glowworm jar
the door swings open
a lesson from my niece
a teenage couple
a butterfly stops
at the red one
the hospital nurse
takes a smoke break
a starling dives
a jewel beetle finds
I follow her lead
the photo of a girl
I once kissed
the story of my life
on wire hangers
my father settles
a rainbow trickles
into the gutter
another moth burns
in the zapper
the newscaster pans
to a baby
a pink bra leaves
with the tide
in the tourist shop
2 dollar starfish
a heron wanders
Tanka Series 61.Tanka Series 6 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old rumor...
in the sugar bag
of the summer crickets-
at the love names
we trade in bed
my wheat crusts
for the birds-
the best I can do
not black enough
to fit in...
a stray dog
as if waiting
to notice her-
must be wifeless
on the front step
nodding to a song
I never liked?
SatoriOne hour to midnight. Cross-legged, we hunch like campers over a single volume of Issa.Satori in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kobayashi, Issa was a wandering priest. A pacifist who lost all, but his last daughter, to illness.
Hey dude, you wanna know something weird?
Ever since starting haiku, I cant even bring myself to kill bugs anymore.
Yeah, its like I see them more clearly. I dont know, like a small universe.
Yeah I still hate roaches though. They creep me the hell out.
a burst of laughter
Senryu Series 51.Senryu Series 5 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
from taking out the trash-
she dumps him
at the last scene
of "Kill Bill"
she starts a fight
the dog takes both sides
of the bed
after the affair-
we talk about our fears
from the top
of all the times
for a leg cramp!
she straightens my tie
Workshop Senryu1.Workshop Senryu in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the homeless shelter
the new kid strikes
Senryu Series 61.Senryu Series 6 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
bumping and grinding
at this hour?
8th grade haiga-
Bashô in a pair
she leads the old dog
with five gold teeth
at my car
We Bare All...
with who they know
Asian day spa
the billboard model
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
Chapter 4: Page 9Only slowly he realized the implications. His head felt groggy and his normally sharp mind seemed to be completely drained. Vaguely he noticed that the lantern was still shining brightly, even pulsing, despite not being in contact with anyone anymore. He never even noticed how his left arm seemed to raise itself in the air and started slowly moving towards the lantern as if it was being pulled by an invisible force.Chapter 4: Page 9 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What he saw was Denoples suddenly running towards him, making a furious kicking motion towards him. Dailon flinched instinctively but his body felt as if it was broken and his limbs refused him service.
Acting on base instinct he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the inevitable kick. He knew it was the most stupid thing to do in such a situation, but he had no energy to fight even this anymore. The pain was overwhelming his thoughts and his instinct overruled his better judgment. Deep down a little voice resonated within him, calling him a coward for accept
Chapter 1: PAGE 8Exactly on the moment the class timer turned 09.00, the door to the classroom opened again and the teacher walked in. To Dailon´s surprise it was a teacher he had never seen before in his entire time at the academy. While this should not have been strange as there are over fifty thousand teachers, masters and other staff in the Institute, he and Gaikor had made an intensive study towards the staff. Off course it was possible that they missed a few or simply did not remember them, but there was no way they would have missed this person. From the corners of his eyes he noticed Gaikor sat up a few inches straighter then usual and the tips of his fingers seemed to be a bit tighter pressed together, confirming he felt the same way.Chapter 1: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man who walked in seemed to be dressed quite normally. A black robe, with the golden emblem on his chest and back. Also the sandals were made out of ordinary wood. In fact the one thing that could be said about his clothing was that it was a bit minimal
Chapter 1: PAGE 25At first everyone looked confused at the man, wondering why he thought they would follow him. “Well I am not sure about you, but I don´t trust him!” Dailon said on purpose very loud to Gaikor so everyone would hear him. “Besides…,” He said leaving a little pause to draw everyones attention. “…it is our duty to find out what is going on and help out where we can.” He said as more explosions followed and the sounds of screams and fighting started mixing with the noise.Chapter 1: PAGE 25 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whether it was his tone of voice or his posture, but ever since he joined the Institute he noticed people tended to follow him for some reason. He found out that he could even turn over the most stubborn students and even teachers to his point. In this case were people were just confused it was surprisingly easy to rally them. That was the easy part though, now he needed to figure out what to do. They could not just storm into fray and all get killed. While noble that
Chapter 2: Page 13It did not take Dailon long to realize why the Magister was unable to stifle a chuckle. As he looked down he noticed his body was somewhere stuck between a sitting and standing up, with his right hand hovering somewhere useless in mid air. A mild blush covered his cheeks as he realized he was making a fool out of himself in front of the Magister. With a shock he veered up into a perfect straight position.Chapter 2: Page 13 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Actually I think I would rather stand untill you explained things.” Dailon said as he let his arms hang beside his body, rather than completing the salute.
This response clearly surprised Denoples as his voice was sharp and clear, yet without seemingly any hostility. It was obvious that the Magister had counted on a more hostile reaction or perhaps even confusion from Dailon. At least it seemed unlikely that the man had counted on being met with such a neutral, calculated response as he just had.
“Well, uhm, I think I shall do that then.” He responded after a
Chapter 1: PAGE 21“This is why the institute was founded.” He still continued, not giving the students any time to ask annoying questions. “You see, some can only see a distortion in the air, while others can actually witness it fully in all its glory. While we cannot prove this yet with science, there is an obvious trend that can be seen.” He said, his voice returning to it´s casual self as he noticed despite their confusion that everyone listened closely. “While there are some people who don´t fit into it, 95% of all people who can see the fortress, seem to prove the current theory. The current reckoning is as follows: the stronger the person is in terms of dormant energy, the better they can see the building.” Pausing for once a bit longer to give the students time to think about this and what it implied. “The only logical thinking we can contribute to this would be that the dormant energy flowing through our entire body, thusly also the eyes, actChapter 1: PAGE 21 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 4: Page 17“Feel free to scream if it helps you.” Cana said without even looking up as he pushed the energy into Dailon´s battered body.Chapter 4: Page 17 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
`Like hell I will give him the satisfaction!´ Dailon thought to himself as his body burned with pain. He could feel every injury in his body light up, from the dozen broken bones, to his ruptured organs and burned out arteries. It was as if Cana was deliberately pushing energy into his body to see where the energy resonated.
“Hmmm that is worse than I thought.” Cana mumbled to himself as he focused his attention back to Dailon. Though his gaze rested on Dailon´s forehead, rather than his eyes. “Magical Binding.” Cana mumbled as he used his finger to draw another magical symbol on Dailon`s forehead.
A final blast of energy shot through his brain and instantly Dailon felt how his body froze completely. “Now let´s begin” Cana said dead serious as he began to glow with energy. Without was
Chapter 1: PAGE 4While Gaikor did not know much, there was for a moment a glimpse of real emotion in his eyes and words as he explained. The older boy explained that until now he had never met another person who could see the fortress above their heads. Not even the teachers would answer him when he asked, so the thought had slowly seeded itself in the corners of his mind that he was going crazy.Chapter 1: PAGE 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the time Dailon did not realize how important it must have been to be able to share this ‘secret’, though as time passed on and he found himself surrounded by other who could not see it made him realize how bad it must have been.
In the Institute there was no time for much thinking though as he found out during his first few weeks.
It would have been hard to describe the Institute. It was neither a school nor a trainings ground, yet it was both at the same time. Perhaps the best description would be that it was a giant sorting device. Every week a person would be taught about the world and be tr
Chapter 1: PAGE 7As he walked into the classroom he noticed only a few familiar faces. The second thing he noticed was that while the classroom could fit easily three hundred students, there were less then twenty five -only 21 Dailon concluded after a quick head count- students in the room. This was odd for several reasons. The first being that it stood directly in line of efficiency which was one of the main factors in the Institute.Chapter 1: PAGE 7 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The other was that he knew none of those people, except Gaikor who rose last year to the rank of number one in the Sincara group and two others from that group. Considering that he had fought everyone at least once during the last year or watched them fight, this meant they could not be from their department.
Suspecting this might be another yet another test, though he could not imagine which kind, he masked any feelings in his face and casually walked towards the empty spot next to Gaikor.
“Interesting.” He simply said to his friend as he sat down next to him
Chapter 3: PAGE 2Tempering his speed he pulled out one of his black cigarettes and waved a small magic sign in mid air with his right index finger. As the spell took effect the wind in his face vanished and still smiling he lit his cigarette. `I still think that is the most useful spell I ever invented.´ He thought ironically to himself as he inhaled deeply, while continuing to run.Chapter 3: PAGE 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even with his reduced speed he reached the gates well before darkness fell, although the position of the sun indicated it was not too far away either.
To his surprise the woman was already waiting, dressed in a new spectacular outfit that she apparently thought would be fitting as the new Magister of the Institute. Even to him it seemed a bit wrong to wear such a beautiful dress while standing among the hundreds of bodies lying around. Belonging to either those dead or those busy dying at the very moment.
“Hello Kaithleia.” He said with a smile as he walked to her, casually waving with his hands.
Chapter 3: PAGE 8While walking to the gate he looked at himself, judging the blood all over his clothing and body. He wondered if it would be enough to convince Denoples and the others that he tried to save the Institute but failed. The blood was real enough he thought, but otherwise he was too clean. Once he would be half way through he should probably see to that, he thought to himself as the fingers on his right hand played with a tiny obsidian dagger he had strapped to his right leg.Chapter 3: PAGE 8 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before he could leave though Kaithleia suddenly ran past him and stopped straight in front of him. Her face was a mixture of sadness and hopes as she looked at him. Still with tears in her eyes she asked him if he couldn´t stay a while longer to help her set things up at the Institute.
Even if he would have had the tiniest urge to stay he knew he could not afford to waste time here. Besides he knew he would hurt her if he were to stay.
“Kaithleia you know I can´t stay.” He replied casually as he
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Stand Up and FightStand Up and Fight:Stand Up and Fight in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to your hopes,
What happened your dreams?
You're sitting here in silence,
You listen to the screams.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight.
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
You used to have a smile,
But then they made it go.
They crushed you in the dirt,
Now you're feelin' really low.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight,
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
The big bullies gang up,
They got their own hang up,
Forget it and man up,
Ya just gotta stand up.
Because this is your life,
Don't throw it away.
Just stand up and fight,
Now let me hear you now say:
"You ain't never gonna bring me down!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th February 2012
PressurePressure:Pressure in Free Verse More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved... in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 34Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 34 in General Fiction More Like This
Everything between the time you had blacked out and the time you woke up in a cold, dark room was a blur. You couldn’t remember what you were supposed to be doing or why you were even here in the first place. Why hadn’t you just stayed behind that day back at the castle and slept in? It would have been much better than having to feed the dragons their daily helpings of food and clean up after them. The smaller one wouldn’t have grown attached to you, and the larger one wouldn’t have…
You buried your face into your hands.
The dragon you had journeyed with so far up until now was really gone. There wasn’t even any climatic suspense leading up to his ultimate demise; it just happened like that. In a blink of an eye, he had left you behind to wherever it is dragons go to when they die. You had never bothered to ask. There had been many questions you had wanted to ask him. Now, you’d never get the chance aga
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 24Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 24 in General Fiction More Like This
Now this was just fantastic. Like a whimsical shooting star flying over yonder and dropping an unexpected guest onto your doorstep—or your rooftop—Mathias was as physically present as he could get. His sudden unannounced drop in had generated quite a bit of excitement in the darkening snowstorm.
“What the—Who in the world is that?” you heard one of the merchants ask from a good distance away from the dragon’s impact point.
“Uh oh,” you gulped and tried to leap off the caravan only to remember that your limbs were still shackled to the wall.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re up and kicking, Lukas, and I see __________’s here, too,” Mathias said rather calmly. “It looks like you two are in a jam.”
“Did it honestly take you that long to figure that out?” Lukas hissed. “And do you mind? You’re heavy!”
“Ah, sorry about that,” the wild-haired dragon
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 39Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 39 in General Fiction More Like This
“There is a dark evil looking for the flames of the world,” was the first thing Emil said after the two of you had dried your tears and continued on your way.
You narrowed your eyes. “When you say it like that, does it have something to do with the way you were talking to me when I was in the garbage heap?”
The dragon sighed. “I believe so. I think it was only due to the power of the flames that kept it at bay. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it off before it consumes me entirely.”
“Consumes you?!” you gasped.
“Yes,” Emil answered with a dark tone. “I have a feeling that the evil has claimed nearly all of the souls of the missing dragons and their previous vessels—hence the large number of dragon hunters existing even today.”
“Why would it do something like that?” you whispered stunned that such a thing would happen. “Are the flames really worth tha
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 18Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 18 in General Fiction More Like This
“Just as I thought.”
When Lukas touched the force field, unlike the times before when he had crashed into the invisible barrier, his hand went right through the surface. When you were looking at it up close, you noticed the force field wasn’t exactly invisible, rather it had been under the visible protection of the harsh winds and snow. From such a close distance, you were able to see that there was something of a color-changing film of faded purple and blue swirls dancing on the surface like a soap bubble.
“Whoever set this up doesn’t want dragons going in,” Lukas deduced after walking a few steps away from where he had placed you down.
“Would that mean it could also hold them in?” you asked wondering if when you managed to retrieve Emil, there would be a need to turn into dragons.
“That’s not entirely out of the question,” Lukas replied.
“Hey, maybe this thing is the reason I can’t sense Emil
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 35Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 35 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas was still at the spot where you had left him. There was no turning back after everything he had done for you even if you hadn't realized it until it was too late.
Now that you were able to see, you were able to get a grasp of what exactly this place was. In short, it was both a garbage heap and a graveyard for whatever the people above didn’t want to deal with. The clacking sounds you had heard earlier had been the bones of small animals, unfortunate humans, and even a few strange skeletal structures you did not fully recognize.
Thanks to the Sapphire Flames, as you so called them in tribute to Lukas’ formal title, the nightcrawlers and bloodsnares had steered clear of your path. You could occasionally hear them chattering in the darkness, but for the most part, they remained unseen.
With the flames of the world now residing safely in your heart, you had one final task to take care of: find Emil and if possible, rescue him.
You had tried reaching Emil a f
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 41Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 41 in General Fiction More Like This
From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a guiding rope.
“I don’t like it either, ___________,” Emil replied in the same volume of your voice. “I can sense a great amount of negative energy coming from inside this place. We’re going to have to be very careful.”
“I understand,” you said.
“__________, remember what I said about me not being
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 15Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 15 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas was the first one to speak up.
“That couldn’t be…” he whispered. “There were so many of us. I know the humans have said that my brother and I were the only dragons left in the world, but only five of us…How is that possible?”
“There were many reasons,” Berwald said, “but I think you know which ones were the biggest.” That being said, he looked over to Mathias who was still on his friend’s back.
“I don’t understand,” Lukas growled. “Why would they choose being a human over staying as a dragon?”
Berwald shrugged. “It’s just their choice. Maybe they had an awakening moment and decided being human was better. That or they just forgot somewhere along the way.”
Mathias jumped in. “What about Peter? He was so young. He has to still be around.”
The golden dragon shook his head sadly. “The hunters got to him nearly forty years ago.”
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 19Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 19 in General Fiction More Like This
There was still the debate of whether or not keeping your mouth shut was a good thing or not spinning inside your head.
There’s no way Lukas was really telling the truth when he said something like that, you thought to yourself. He’s got it all wrong, and besides, he’s a dragon. He couldn’t possibly know the significance of kissing another person—and a human at that.
You groaned and shuffled around in your spot. It had been an extremely long day. Lukas had said you would need all the rest you could get because there was no telling when you would be able to stop and take a break again. However, no matter how hard you shut your eyes, or how many imagined dragons you had counted flying overhead, or how often you shifted into a different sleeping position, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep.
By the gods of Eliatha, I can’t sleep! you miserably thought. Ever since that little incidence that evening, it had b
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ FinalDragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ Final in General Fiction More Like This
~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire—Hey! Stop that! I mean it! Don’t make me do something drastic!”
“You’re the worst!” you screeched and continued to pummel the How-Dare-He-Lie-To-You Sucker Dragon Dung Fish-Face over and over again. All the while, the other dragons were watching in mild amusement.
Emil tried to step in and hold you back.
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 23Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 23 in General Fiction More Like This
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You tried again and again hoping there would be a chance to reach out to the Wings of the Opal Skies, but your mind was as jumbled as you had left it a mere few minutes ago.
Could Lukas hear you, you wondered? If he could, then his mind was most likely on the brink of shattering at this very moment. You would have gone outside to check on the dragon—if your ankles weren't shackled to the edge of the caravan walls, that is.
“_____________, is everything alright?” you heard a voice suddenly speak up making you jump in surprise.
“Holy—!” you gasped and held yourself back when you realized who it was. “M-Mei, it’s only you…!”
The only female member of the travelling caravan had a look of genuine worry on her gentle face.
“We heard you screaming something from outside so I came over to see if there was something wrong,” she explained looking around to see if
7. HeavenWhere did you go old man?7. Heaven in Free Verse More Like This
Have you finally found rest?
Or was this more than a plan?
And is this my next test?
Far away from us you are.
From doubt and worry.
Do I now go to the bar?
To make things blurry?
From the toils of war and famine.
You have gone, afloat.
But what about the shy gamin?
That comes with the boat?
Are you at peace with the others?
Finally, after all this time?
Or do you miss your brothers?
And wish for an other time?
Where did that smile go?
Reserved for a special few.
This will come as a blow.
But this you already knew.
What am I to do now?
Follow your lead?
This shall be my vow.
And I will succeed.
17. BloodWhy does life always seem to be so messy?17. Blood in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't matter how hard one tries to stay clean.
To all the people who want to stay dressy,
Don't kid yourselves, and stop this incessant preen.
You're gonna get dirty eventually.
Some may call it sheer dumb luck.
A serious of unfortunate events, essentially.
Just don't make a scene when you feel struck.
Like my sisters, with their worry and clash of views.
I wonder if this is what I should be doing.
Waiting, ever waiting for that bit of good news.
Heck, I'd much rather be out there wooing.
It's not like the work I do is so bad, really.
It's just not what I imagine the rest of my life to be.
I wish I could go do something else, freely.
Oh, if only it were that simply and up to me.
It can be quite annoying when people fear you.
Why can't they see I'm doing this for them?
The whole time, it seems the world's askew.
I hardly feel anything - do I have a phlegm?
My family has everything, isn't that enough?
It seems not, as look! they're at it aga
6. Break AwayYou were following orders.6. Break Away in Free Verse More Like This
I say this to myself to ease the guilt.
It doesn't work much.
It makes me feel slightly better, but it doesn't last.
It's like a bandage over a wound; the wound is still there, you just don't see it.
I tried to put up a good front, soothing, joking, promising.
But she saw through it, she always did.
How could someone I'd barely known for a month know me so well?
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure about much lately.
Not since we said goodbye.
I told her that I had to, that it was orders.
I would see her soon, and everything would be better.
But who am I kidding?
I can still see her face, the way she looked as she stood there on the docks.
Hurt, abandoned, disbelief in her face.
I think she was crying.
Did I really think everything would be okay when I got back?
That we'd go on like nothing happened?
Would she even want me back?
What will I say when I see her again?
19. GrayThe day you were born, was a dark day for me.19. Gray in Free Verse More Like This
I remember running away, from the black, black sea.
The skies were thick with rain and thunder.
And I was left to constant wonder.
The gales of wind would not relent.
No matter how long I must have spent.
Away from home, away from him.
The outlook was ever so grim.
The skies mirrored how I was feeling.
As did you, who never stopped squealing.
Your father and I said goodbye to each other.
He wasn't the only one, there had been another.
It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
With all my heart, I wish it not happen to you.
You might think of me as overbearing.
But it's to protect you, call it sparing.
I sometimes wonder if how I felt that day affected you.
I tried to close it off, but did it somehow make it through?
Whenever I look into your eyes, they reflect back those skies.
And I ask myself : was it worth it, worth all these lies?
I hope you understand why I did what I did.
Though that might take a while, you still being a kid.
15. SilenceI don't like being home alone.15. Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's just weird, makes me groan.
Being the only one walking down the stairs.
Shivering at the lifting of my hairs.
Like a sentinel on his nightly watch.
A tree being marred by his notch.
When the lords and ladies are gone,
I often think: I'm but a fawn.
I miss having people around.
Chatting about nonsense, rumors abound.
It's like a piece of me is missing.
It's all I can do before I start hissing...
God, I'm just so bored.
I really hate being ignored.
For once I wish they would talk to me.
I guess this leaves me to go to sea.
4. DarkI remember the look on my father's face when he said goodbye that day.4. Dark in Free Verse More Like This
There was something different about him.
As if he knew something was going to happen to him, but was trying to ignore it.
It wasn't dark that day, not yet.
It was twilight, the purple and orange clouds filling the skies, the gulls crying.
I remember the look on my mother's face when she kissed him farewell.
There was something different about that kiss.
As if she knew this would be the last time they would see each other.
It wasn't cold that day, not quite.
It was a late fall evening, a hint of winter in the air.
I remember the look on my sister's face as she cried.
There wasn't that much different about her, she cried all the time.
But it was as if even she, as young as she was, knew something was up.
It wasn't raining that day, not really.
It was drizzling, soft drops of liquid peppering the landscape around us.
I don't remember what I looked like as I watched him go.
I don't think there was something different ab
8. InnocenceSisters, don't worry so much.8. Innocence in Free Verse More Like This
These things too will pass.
Even though we're in a clutch,
No need to break the glass.
Fate has dealt us a cruel hand.
But what else can we do?
Then do what was planned?
This I ask the two of you.
We must trust our father.
However hard this may be.
Sure it might cause bother.
But please, have faith in me.
We've been through a lot.
It won't end soon.
But it's not all for naught.
We'll have our boon.
Dear father, you are lost.
Ever searching for the taken.
But what will be the cost?
Will we be forsaken?
Come to a halt.
Give us a kiss.
It is not your fault.
When will you see this?
Please, stop this folly.
We can't take it anymore.
Let us be jolly.
And finally close this door.
18. RainbowI still remember the first day I met you.18. Rainbow in Free Verse More Like This
Just come ashore, one amongst the crew.
There was an arc of colors in the sky that day.
When you looked at me, I'd be lying if I didn't sway.
The blue, the red, the green, the yellow.
My, you made quite a strapping fellow.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Who knew, that one day I'd be your wife?
I still look back to those days, my dear.
Every time I do, out comes a tear.
Whenever things get hard, the thought of you keeps me going.
If only you could have seen your children, growing.
It would make you proud to see what we made.
Oh, how I wish, that day you would have stayed.
I remember the day you told me to keep strong.
How often I wondered to myself, if you were wrong.
Although I wish otherwise, change is coming.
And I have to accept that, lest it become numbing.
I still remember the colors in the sky.
What would it be like, if one could fly?
9. DriveYou left me here, just discarded me.9. Drive in Free Verse More Like This
How could you, if you barely knew me?
Was I a burden, to much to carry?
An accident, a mistake, too scary?
Outcast, freak, that's what they see.
I don't belong here, I'm sure you'll agree.
Why do I keep on searching?
Ever looking for answers, lurching.
My friend says to keep faith.
Not to be ruled by this wraith.
How can I, when you didn't?
You were gone, without a hint.
Should I give up? Let it go?
What's that? Oh, is that a no?
How long can I keep going?
Really, without this not knowing.
You left me with questions.
Anyone have any suggestions?
5. Seeking SolaceAbandoned.5. Seeking Solace in Free Verse More Like This
That's how she felt.
How could he leave her like this?
She knew the answer, but she didn't have to like it.
She hated her parents right now.
Why couldn't they just let him be a part of their family?
They thought they were protecting her.
They knew best, right?
They never bothered asking her what she wanted, what she needed.
She needed him.
And now he was gone, hundreds of miles away, trying to prove something to her parents.
Why couldn't he see she didn't need proof, just him?
No one knew how she truly felt.
She held up a good front.
But how long could that last?
She wasn't sure.
She needed something to put her at ease.
No matter what she tried, it didn't last.
Her sisters tried to console her, her brother tried to cheer her.
One could only feign smiles for a while.
She needed something.