a chorus for my golden sakurasmy lithe danseuse,a chorus for my golden sakuras in Free Verse More Like This
let me keep you somewhere safe,
in my pocket or a Music Box
on curled toes,
glideflying across linoleum ballroom
gilded cherry blossoms
spinfloating to the bell-jugglers balloon-song,
my lithe danseuse,
let me keep you somewhere safe
i'll set my birthstate on firei had sex and you turned seventeen.i'll set my birthstate on fire in Free Verse More Like This
happy birthday. i bet you're a virgin.
you never told me when you were born,
but i never told you i fucked a stranger.
when you said "having a bad day?"
i wanted more than anything to tell you
it was great until i came into the classroom,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
my mood is all your fault,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
i should've picked the right side, not like
you'd even know what i meant. not like
you'd even notice. since you do not like
me in real life as much as in my dreams.
i'm (sorry sorry that) i'm
the bicycle's third wheel
just lagging behind you,
so don't wonder why i'm
not helping, not worth it
just falling, just useless.
don't include me in your "we"
when i prefer my asymmetry
to your unreal expectations.
i'm sorry i don't meet them.
i'm sorry i'm not perfect.
i'm sorry you don't meet
my expectations, either.
i'm sorry i expected you
to rationalise my reality.
i'm sorry. i just rea
after the world stops spinningawkward:after the world stops spinning in Free Verse More Like This
i must be the letter K.
for kiss me in the rainforest.
for kill me with your honesty.
for keep me in my clothes.
in suspense. in (your) control.
and you, well, you're the surrounding W's.
just for the record, i hate W's.
too many syllables. not even two U's to use.
so pretentious, i'm pretentious.
you're pretentious. no you're not;
you don't even know
what pretentious means.
we're mismatched clothes--
the ones not on your floor,
but i'm not trendy enough.
you're two hip for me;
your two hips (aren't) for me.
but in all the wrong ways.
evil percent signs trick us;
we're not mathematicians;
your ecology concerns not
this biological 'relationship'
(by that, i mean illogical)
physically inept organisms
we are, socially fucked up.
we complete each other
like an elaborate puzzle.
we have the right amount
of pieces: corners, edges
too bad our hearts live
in seperate boxes.
how artsy: coffeehouse. freestyle jaz
buy the emperor's mismatchboxthe summary:buy the emperor's mismatchbox in Free Verse More Like This
how i ruled a third-world country
with third-degree burns. or how i
lost my self-respect, lost my head.
lost my virginity. lost my sanity.
lost my face to a conflagration.
what happens in vegas stays in vegas.
but we're in henderson or something.
what happens in your car stays
between our mouths, our lips,
and everyone else's, i suppose.
the backseat of a mustang.
and the driver's seat. and
the passenger's seat. and
the seat that doesn't exist.
i set rumours like wildfires
in the midst of flammable
forest-egos. i spread truth
like how i spread my legs,
like how an inferno spread
from my head to your bed
i might never lay in again.
we're so anticlimactic.
combustion strikes chords
like matches, in my phallic
guitar (will you ever strum
it again?) incinerating the
emperor's throne of rueful
shame. call me tyrannous,
an incendiary dictator, and
i am a poem with no algorhythmmillions of people die each yeari am a poem with no algorhythm in Free Verse More Like This
from car crashes and hurricanes.
billions of people live each year
in poverty, bad health, or shame.
(note: statistics are 63% reliable)
only one in ten trillion find their
my life consists of:
my love is measured with:
flowcharts, diagrams, graphing paper.
the square roots of negative numbers.
points where our axes would intersect
had we not evolved into parallel lines.
everyday i slide abacus beads for every regret.
everyday i like to pretend i found my truelove
to convince myself i'm one of the lucky ones.
everyday i prove myself wrong.
perfection, LOVE, imperfectionDescribe yourself in one word:perfection, LOVE, imperfection in Free Verse More Like This
"no, no, love.
you're putting apostrophes
where they don't belong."
"no, no, no.
one, i'm not your love.
two, i'm not a grammar freak.
three, i don't be long anyway.
i don't be long anywhere
i don't be long (to) anybody.
it won't be long be fore
our love be comes a be cause
you had nothing be tter to do"
"you think you're so damn clever,
but you're not. OUR? love is only
true if you add a Y in front,
sunrise, sunset, unrise, unsetyou risesunrise, sunset, unrise, unset in Free Verse More Like This
like a cancerous sun
and orbit away from
me, this, everything
(nothing = synonym)
and you're (g)(one)
for a not-her night
(i need a calendar)
swing two steps to the left,
and disappear to your star-
Less skies; no, wait, you've
got a star. but you're apart
of anot(me)her constellation
(please let me eat the moon)
me, UP, (on your pedestal)
like a chain reaction;
(i sink like a domino)
like a poor trait hanged on the wall
of some memory-haunted mansion.
lock to yours (and throw away the key)
but then you leave now i have one eye
on the past and one eye on the futures
of two lost planetsgalaxiessolarsystems
(but my telescope's still under your bed)
it's not there to look pretty;
it's there to look (at) pretty
things like eyes and mirrors
just never check your junkmailWhy is it that you contaminatejust never check your junkmail in Free Verse More Like This
my feeds and favourites? Why
is your website my homepage?
Why are there playlists with
songs that remind me of you
or files dedicated to you? Tell
me why the first thing I do when
I get home is go on the Internet,
Google your name. Slap myself.
Google both our names together.
Did you mean Never in a Million
Years? Actually, I meant billion.
Fuck you, Google.
Drag mouse. Point-click the top bar.
Erase web address. Enter new URL:
promise me three things:
to never reveal my password.
to never read my messages.
to never send me Spyware.
that's what your
heart's made of)
Logout. Sign on Myspace. See that
you're online. Ignore you. Wait for
you to do, I don't know, something.
Refresh page. No new messages.
Refresh it again. Still nothing.
Refresh, refresh, refresh. &
crying the river styx into cheap cordiform kleenexMy heart is on the left sidecrying the river styx into cheap cordiform kleenex in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of my body: the chest side
Right side, wrong side
But which one is my best side
On my right, you're the devil on my shoulder
Chill my bones, could your heart get any colder
No, it can't; that's why Hell is freezin' over
You took the L from LOVER; now it's OVER, we're over
Why's it so damn cold in the middle of Oktober
I'm not German, yet my heart can't stay sober
From Spring-in-your-Arms to Trip-and-Fall-in-Autumn
I'm drunk on love and clichés are at the bottom
Of the bottle like an S.O.S shipwrecked message
I'm stranded on the Island of Violent Presage
Ignore the telltale beatings from underneath the floorboard
Destiny's a step ahead of me check the scoreboard
Dying from Fate's worst psychological issue
Crying in my own myocardial tissue
When in Doubt, Ask T JeffersonTRIAL ONE:When in Doubt, Ask T Jefferson in Free Verse More Like This
Heads, you hate me.
Tails, you dont love me.
You act as if you were the 3rd
President of the United States;
Pretend I am a sleazy Kennedy
or Alexander Hamiltons corpse.
Imagine Im the reincarnation
of your greatgranddads rival,
a traitors descendant,
a weed, sprouted from the tainted
family tree in my guerilla backyard;
your mortal nemesis from the past,
between 1743 and 1826.
Heads, youve killed me before.
Tails, youll kill me once more.
Maybe I should have paid
more attention in history;
maybe I should have paid
more attention to Politics.
Maybe you should have paid
more attention to me. While
I counted how many muscles
I strained while counting the
number of hearts youd wear
on your sleeve, I had noticed
I wasnt strong enough to lift
the weight carried on my own
anachronism of a heavy heart.
Heads, Ill never see you again.
Tails, Ill never see you again alive.
Bury me on your estate, our caskets
on opposite sides. Change my pl
EyesTitle: Eyes (Prequel to Foreign)Eyes in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing/Characters: Technically none/young Kakashi & young Iruka
Summary: It's all about the puppy eyes
Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Naruto... I'm just not that lucky
Dedicated to Beasiesgal
The boy chewed on his lip, tears threatening to spill over and down his cheeks. The soft brown hair framing his face and the pink skin of recent scar cutting across his cheeks only seemed to add to the dejected look. He looked utterly pathetic standing there looking up at Kakashi with that pleading expression. It made Kakashi feel liked he'd kicked a puppy, a big, brown-eyed, overly cute one at that. How could such a simple 'no' have led to him getting this look. It wasn't fair, he had a weak spot for dogs and the little boy in front of him did the kicked puppy look better than Pakkun. "No," he grumbled again.
The boy swallowed, looked down for a moment then tilted his head up enough to look up at him. "Please? I promise not to tell anyone..."
The New AdditionTitle: The New AdditionThe New Addition in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: When Kakashi wants something he has to get permission
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but I wish I did.
Dedicated to Lenap
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Iruka asked skeptically as he scrapped the leftovers into a dish, snapped a cover on and shoved it in the fridge before moving to start the dish water.
Kakashi slid his arms around the narrow waist of his lover and rested his head on the chunin's shoulder. "I know it seems kind of sudden but I really think we're ready," he said, reaching over to help Iruka put dishes into the sink to soak with one hand, the other still firmly around the man's waist.
"It's a lot of responsibility..." Iruka started, still sounding hesitant.
The remark got a laugh from his helper. "You don't think I know that?" He knew. Iruka knew he knew.
Brown eyes fixed on gray and Iruka sighed softly. "It's another mouth to feed..."
"We're not going to be feeding an elephant, I really doubt one more i
All That I HaveAll That I Have in Fan Fiction More Like This
92. All That I Have
Title: All That I have
Characters: Sakumo, Kakashi
Summary: Kids shouldn't have to let go...
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Naruto and I wish I got paid for this because then I'd quit my job and do nothing else. ^.^
written for 100 themes
"NO!" the little boy yelled, defiantly clutching the dark blue cloth to his chest.
Sakumo sighed and rubbed his temples, releasing the edge of the blanket knowing there was no way his son would forgive him if it got ripped. "Listen, Kakashi-kun, you can't take that to the accademy with you..."
The gray eyes darkened and his young son scowled for a moment, looking between the blanket and the window, before fixing his father with a determined look. "Then, I'm not going."
A part of him wanted to laugh at the stubborn expression but he bit his tongue and settled for shaking his head. There had to be a way to get the boy to relinquish his treasure. Not that he didn't understand why Kakashi was so attached to it, but he just... his so
Relaxation.Title: RelaxationRelaxation. in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: sorta KakaIru
Summary: Kakashi offers Iruka his help
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sama still owns naruto now if only his publishers would let him draw NC-17 he could feed us fangirls... we know he would.
written for 100 themes dedicated to earwen
"You need to relax, sensei." Kakashi leaned in, smiling at the chunin who returned the look with a glare. "You're always so... tense."
"And, I'm sure, you have no idea as to why that is." Iruka's eyebrow twitched and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to pummel the copy-nin.
"I'm actually quite certain that I know the reason..." The words held a definite note of amusement.
Iruka gritted his teeth, clenching his fist so tight his palms were likely bleeding. He knew he couldn't kill Kakashi but his traitorous brain had other plans and it kept tempting him with all kinds of fun ways to drag the man's death out.
"How about I make it up to you?" The chunin stiffened as Kakashi's breath w
DyingTitle: DyingDying in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Humor? Drama? I don't know
Disclaimer: Kishi's characters, my twisted little plot bunny
another for 100 themes and beasiesgal
Of course, Kakashi collapsed in front of his house, because that was just the kind of luck Iruka had. He groaned and stooped to check the unconscious man for a pulse. It was slow, a little eratic, but still very much there.
"I swear if you're faking..." the chunin muttered, prodding the man's shoulder. "Kakashi-sensei, you're not allowed to die in front of my house and make me feel guilty so wake your ass up."
The jounin groaned and turned his head towards the chunin's voice. Iruka let out a sigh of relief. "We need to get you to the hospital Kakashi-sensei. Can you stand?"
"Urgh." Kakashi blinked up at him with mismatched eyes and then screamed in pain and slammed his eyes shut again. After a moment the copy-nin opened one blue eye and stared at him with it, still dazed.
Iruka shook his head and lifted the disoriented
HappinessTitle: HappinessHappiness in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Kakashi wonders if he's dreaming
Disclaimer: Nope still Kishi-sama's
This was his happiness. Being right here, where even at night it was like basking in the sun on the perfect day. The warmth on his skin where the other pressed into him was more relaxing than any amount of sunshine, even with the rain pouring down outside. Nothing compared to this and to think that not even a day ago 'this' had seemed outside his reach.
Kakashi, slid his hand over the tan skin, his face buried in dark brown hair. It was surreal and he wondered for probably the tenth time if maybe he was dreaming and the man in his arms would disappear as soon as the sun rose. But, he was almost too afraid to pinch himself. If this /was/ a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
So, he buried his nose into the crook of the other man's neck, wrapped himself even tighter against the firm body, and prayed that daylight would never come.
Goodnight Kisses Pt 1 SunsetGoodnight Kisses Pt 1 Sunset in Fan Fiction More Like This
It started when Iruka was sitting on top of the Hokage monument. Ever since Naruto had gone to train with Jiraiya, the village had been a lot quieter, and Iruka had been a lot less busy. So, on Wednesday, when he normally headed for ramen at Ichiraku's, he decided he didn't really feel up to eating alone and instead headed for the monument.
The sun was starting to set, the colors blending together till they were like a fire on the horizon. Iruka sighed as he watched day slowly fading. He wished the day would pass into night so it could just be over, and he could mark another day as gone. If he could just stop pretending he wasn't lonely, maybe things would be easier.
Despite what everyone thought, Iruka didn't have a lot of close friends. The ones he did have were out on missions a lot or had significant others they liked to spend their evenings with. The result was that Iruka spent his alone. He could probably go to the bar and some of them would be there, but... it'd never really bee
Mission Iruka Christmas Ch. 26Mission Iruka Christmas Ch. 26 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Iruka unwound himself from the blankets and Kakashi and slipped out of the room. Grabbing a sugar covered pastry from his covered and cold breakfast he headed into the library and picked up the bag of 'goodies' Kurenai had sent with them after the party. He put the candies and fudge on the counter and grinned at the box that had been hidden beneath them.
He grabbed another pastry before heading back to 'their' bedroom. It really was their's now and the thought left him grinning like idiot. It had been almost exactly 6 months ago that he'd woken up in Kakashi's arms and he hadn't spent a night at home since if the copy-nin was around.
His apartment no longer felt like home and he realized that it really hadn't felt that way even before that day. He'd lived there for over a decade and the place had miraculously gone from home to the place he kept some of his things in a matter of weeks.
Iruka watched Kakashi sleep for a little while. It made him feel
Never Underestimate a ChuninNever Underestimate a Chunin in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was an odd tradition among the jounin and rarely was anyone other than fellow jounin allowed in on the fun. Mostly because they'd discovered few others were crazy enough to think of really good gifts. They decided it took a certain kind of broken to find the right gift to torment their friends with and most others really just weren't up to the task.
So when Kakashi insisted to Genma that Iruka be allowed to come, Genma had his doubts. He believed the chunin to be one of the most sane, rational, well balanced shinobi he knew. But you didn't really argue with Kakashi. More importantly you did not under any circumstances tell the crazy copy-nin his boyfriend couldn't come to the annual Christmas party. Why? Not because he'd hurt you. Which he might. But rather it was because Kakashi had come up with the most insane of all gifts. The sacred survival guide.
So when he was 'asked' if Iruka could come. He said yes and shoved those doubts into the deepest darkest corner of his mind. Which i
Be MineBe Mine in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: Be Mine (Pen & Paper for 100 themes)
Summary: Love doesn't come in little red paper hearts one day a year... it comes in blue ones cut out with Kunai!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or this would soooo be canon ^.^
Written for 100 themes and dedicated to our Russian friends, thank you for your support! Happy Valentine's Day EVERYONE!
Iruka tucked the handmade cards into his bag, along with quite a bit of candy. Looking around the room, he sighed and then resolutely moved to gather up the decorations and trash left over from the small classroom party. It took the better part of an hour to get everything back in order, and he was glad that the holiday at least meant that he didn't have homework or tests to grade. Picking up his overstuffed bag, Iruka headed for the door, relieved to finally be heading home.
"You dropped something, Iruka-sensei..."
The voice caught him by surprise, and Iruka turned around to find Kakashi standing there with his hand outstretche
I can'tI can't wait to turn on my music,I can't in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Letting the rhythm flow all over me,
The melodies I sing along to every time,
Songs of anthem, dance, and meaning,
A thing I love to listen to.
ChildhoodChildhood,Childhood in Free Verse More Like This
A lovely part of life,
Just fun and play,
Where mortal enemies are
Under the bed monsters,
And our biggest punishment,
Is the time-out corner,
When we adored sweet treats,
Like cupcakes, candy, and cookies,
When everyone was a potential playmate,
When your smile made other people smile,
Ah, childhood, a merry time.
FortitudeMy fortitude,Fortitude in Free Verse More Like This
A place inside,
Sheltered by walls,
To protect myself,
I rest there from the outside,
It brings me the strength of mind,
To stay strong.
During the storm,
To be a like a rock,
To keep being bold.
DyingDying,Dying in Free Verse More Like This
Something I don't fear,
Not something I would like,
The unchanging event,
Bound to come some time,
A passing from one life to,
A closure to the life we had,
To a something unknown,
Through the fireI have seen people go through the fire.Through the fire in Free Verse More Like This
People who have survived in hard times.
I hope I posses such courage and strength.
To power on and never give up.
These average everyday people persevere,
in times tougher than I can imagine.
So let us be strong when we go,
through the face of fire.
Mother NatureThe queen of life,Mother Nature in Free Verse More Like This
Lady of all things green,
A curse and a blessing,
To help and to hinder,
To provide fertile lands,
To rain on your parade,
To shine over the horizon,
To blow your hat away,
An unpredictable element,
From the earth below us,
To the sky above us,
To all the life in between,
Though it may be just an idea,
It still represents,
All of nature.
QuestioningHe stared at me,Questioning in Free Verse More Like This
Twirling his mustache,
Glaring into my soul,
He held a questioning gleam,
In his pitch-black eyes,
"I know mademoiselle",
I broke down at his words,
"Don't you know?"
I asked bitterly,
"I don't understand",
"I hated him, he had hurt me,"
The questioning gleam left him,
He softened, and said,
"Now it is time"'
I gave up in defeat,
He had known,
With just a questioning glance.
HealHeal me,Heal in Free Verse More Like This
Of broken words from inside,
From blows of people who don't know,
From the thoughts in my head,
Of what I have done wrong.
CreationSun-lit rays shines upon me,Creation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can feel the warm breeze,
As I walk onward, I see,
A yellow and black pesky bee.
It flies on to a pretty flower.
I also see a beautiful oak tree,
Its height, so tall, like a tower,
All grown by a seed the size of a pea.
I keep on walking through,
The wonders of the earth,
From flora, like trees of yew,
To fauna, like pigs so wide in girth.
I think about the wonders of creation,
That God almighty has created,
So much life, a true declaration,
Of God's power, that isn't equated.
All of creation gives thanks to the Lord,
For he has bestowed upon us his accord.
IllusionSeeing different things,Illusion in Free Verse More Like This
That no one else sees,
An illusion played on me,
Whispers of supernatural,
Haunted ghosts living in,
This old house,
Creepy paintings fill the halls,
Small tricks scare me,
I tiptoe deeper into the heart,
Of this big house,
That could never be called a home,
I enter a library,
A little chu chu train meets me,
I take in the looming bookshelves,
With dusty books,
And look back at the little train,
Gone, not a trace of where it vanished,
Working my mind mind into a frenzy,
When will it end,
A mire maze.
Incant and Deduct Part 2 SH HPIncantations and Deductions Chapter 2 (BBC Sherlock/ Harry Potterverse)Incant and Deduct Part 2 SH HP in Short Stories More Like This
Even though Sherlock was fairly assured of his new friendship with John Watson he didn't expect John to come and talk to him at breakfast in the Great Hall on Monday morning. John only ate breakfast at the same time as other students four days out of seven, as the Gryffindor Quidditch team practiced on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays before lessons. Usually John would eat his breakfast and then chat with his (many) friends in Gryffindor or read whatever the owl had brought him.
Today though John sits down on the bench next to Sherlock, still eating a round of toast with jam, a cheerful "Good morning" mumbled around the bread. Sherlock is so surprised he closes the book he's reading (Brewing Charmed Possets from Everyday Kitchen Ingredients by Delilah Smythe) without marking the page.
"Morning." Sherlock replies. He's is acutely aware that all the students around them, particularly those sitting by the spot
Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HPIncantations and Deductions Chapter 3-In which the author discovers 'plot'Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HP in Short Stories More Like This
Whispering started early on the Thursday morning. Carl Powers, second year Hufflepuff, had never made it to his common room or dormitory the night before. At first Sherlock didn't think much of it; kids were always getting lost. Still, it was usually the first years who took wrong turns on the staircases or got led astray by some of the cheekier ghosts. A second year, missing all night was not unprecedented, but it still wasn't normal.
By first break the whispers had increased, become distorted and salacious as long hours passed and Carl had not returned with a bashful smile or delivered to the infirmary with some minor injury.
"Someone saw him going down to the lake, is what I heard. He's a swimmer, you know...."
"I heard he's been visiting the head of Hufflepuff loads and he went to see the headmaster the other day. Wonder what that's about?"
"His parents were splitting up..."
"There are an awful lot of corrid
Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HPIt's almost shamefully easy to get into the Hufflepuff common room then into Carl's former dorm. No one questions their presence or even seems to notice as a bespectacled, loping and unrecognizable Sherlock, cloaked John and a decidedly jumpy Greg head towards one of the many round doors which lead to the dormitories. The fact that they pass several students and no one pays them any heed is of no surprise to Sherlock. Everyone is understandably quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Some people are by themselves staring into space, some huddled in little groups, offering comfort.Incant and Deduct Part 4 SH HP in Short Stories More Like This
They pass quickly down the warren like corridor which leads to Carl's shared dorm. Fortunately the room is empty for the time being.
"If you'd told me what you were looking for," Greg is saying, "then I could have just got it for you." His arms are crossed over his chest and he's leaning against the four poster bed opposite from Carl's.
"Well yes, that's all very well and good, but I don't know what I'm
Incant and Deduct Part 5 SH HPIt occurs to Sherlock while hurtling down the corridor, that he and John didn't even have to exchange a look before they started sprinting in the direction of the screaming. That probably meant something; either that they were completely in tune with each other or equally barmy enough to run towards potential danger.Incant and Deduct Part 5 SH HP in Short Stories More Like This
They found the source of the scream on one of the main corridors; surprisingly it was Rachel Howells, the vindictive little idiot who'd nearly killed John last year. Unsurprisingly she was overacting, Sherlock could see it as he and John round the corner and jog towards the small group that was slowly forming around her.
The scream was in response to a message, daubed on the wall, in what looks suspiciously like blood. Much too suspiciously like blood. Sherlock is itching to get a sample of the stuff.
"Oh god..." John whispers under his breath as he reads the message. Sherlock can't help reflecting the sentiment in his own mind. Not because he thought for one mo
Incant and Deduct Part 6The next morning John is in a fairly good mood when he first opens his eyes and is met with a room bathed with late autumn sun. Mondays means extra time in bed as he doesn't have to haul himself off for an early breakfast before Quidditch practice. Then he remembers the events of the previous evening and his good mood dissipates somewhat.Incant and Deduct Part 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Not that there was anything particularly distressing about his interview with Mycroft Holmes. Even though he'd been collected by a frankly eerie looking assistant (pointy face, stick thin to the point of being a broom handle, that straight blonde hair that marked her out immediately as former Slytherin fodder, immaculate white robes that John would manage to get dirty by simply looking at them if he were the one forced to wear them) and taken on a frankly baffling tour through back corridors, side passages, courtyards and possibly even a fourth dimension or three until they reached the room Mycroft had appropriated for their 'lit
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere else.Incantations and Deductions SH in Short Stories More Like This
His mother said it was just his age, that teenage years were awkward, his anti social nature was a phase he was going through. Sherlock rather suspected that it wasn't so much his age as his life. And he wasn't awkward, he was perfectly poised. It was the rest of the world that was awkward and unpredictable and usually mundane but occasionally
Incant and Deduct 7A moment of rather baited silence hangs in the air after that particular revelation.Incant and Deduct 7 in Short Stories More Like This
"James. That is impossible." the headmaster states in a voice that is both soothing and balks no argument.
"It is! He said he was James and I should call him Jim and that he'd help me." Boscombe's glasses have practically fogged up as he looks at the headmaster beseechingly
"I assure you, James there is no boy at this school called James Moriarty." the headmaster says.
Sherlock's head whips round to the headmaster as Boscombe gasps. The old man's expression betrays nothing, but the skin around his eyes is tight, as if he is pained by something.
Surprisingly, it is Greg Lestrade who pipes up first. "But he could have been using a fake name, maybe? What did he look like, James? Had you seen him before?"
Sherlock is mutedly impressed by the older boy's ability to ask vaguely useful questions.
Boscombe shakes his head. "No...I don't think I'd seen him before. I only saw him a few times but he w
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
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
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
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
The untitled Fan fiction- ch3The untitled Fan fiction- ch3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
-the untitled fanfiction-
(part one: The End World?)
The next day an hour after lunch, we find that one of the girls has gone to the public library. Did I mention shes the least possible person to actually read a book?
Alright End world was it? said Shizu as she opened a thick book of myths, to her right was a large pile of books concerning mythical worlds Worlds beyond Dimensional rips were used by fantasy authors as basis for their novels, in addition ancient civilizations based their beliefs on such worlds as well, in theory there should be at least one book with some information about that place Argh Although, its so embarrassing being in this library alone with out any company, this is so not my thing But I really dont want to bother the others till I have some solid information she thought to herself
Yosh, a book on Different Cuisines of the World Goku sat on the table next to the ta
The untitled Fan fiction- ch7The untitled Fan fiction- ch7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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With the Wind
(a/n: THIS CHAPTER IS SOOOOO ANGSTY!!!!! I dunno what got into me, but this chapter has a lot of angst and its friggin LONG xD . Lucky Number 7!!! ^^ BTW, pardon if there are typos, no time to review everything...)
Youd think I wouldnt know said the brunet heretic, his golden eyes gleaming in the dark as his stared at the person who stood in front of him
I didnt think youd let is pass you I knew youd know once you heard him purple eyes looked away, dismay apparent in their sheen
There was silence, as a gentle wind blew against the two entities which stood in front of that cherry blossom tree.
You said you tell me everything once we had a moment alone. said the gold-eyed one
And I did, didnt I? replied the other arent you satisfied? Now you know it all
The untitled Fan fiction- ch4The untitled Fan fiction- ch4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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CHAPTER FOUR : Zero
(a/n: I should have said this in the other chapters but anyway Ill say it now, in case you see a word that doesnt fit into the sentence, that might be a type, so please use common sense to figure out what word I meant it to be ^_^)
Nate-niisan, why are we at this house? said Kyo as he, Nate and Neru stood in front of a perfectly ordinary house.
Well I ran the name Zero in the database the government gave us, and I carefully only picked out the ones which had no apparent origin. Said Nate glancing around the place And I only found there to be only one person with the name Zero who seemed to have come from no where, and since Ive cared to search for him, I caught him going home to this house.
I guess suspicious people with the name Zero is a good place to start our search said Kyo
Some ones coming out of the house! Neru exclaimed to alert his company
The untitled Fan fiction- ch2The untitled Fan fiction- ch2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
-the untitled fanfiction-
(part one: another party)
"Bye Shizu, see you tomorrow!" said Nao seeing Shizu off
"Bye-bye!!!" Shizu shouted back opening her house's gate.
Nao lived only a few blocks away from Shizu, they would walk home together once in a while, since their houses were nearest to their school. Miko would take a bus home as it was a bit farther, while Yurie and Hana were picked up by their drivers.
Shizu slowly opened her house's gate and closed it gently. She took her shoes off at the porch, and was surprised to find the door unlock. She knew who was there right away though when she heard sounds of the ps2 as well as a guitar playing.
"I'm home" said Shizu as she went in.
"Hnh" replied the two boys playing the ps2
Inoue Kyoji was he elder of those two boys, he was 15 years old, who had orange hair slightly darker though than his sister Shizumi's hair, his eyes, were a dark blue. His area of perfection was "Way with words" a rather uncommon are of perfection.
The untitled Fan fictionThe untitled Fan fiction in Fan Fiction More Like This
-The untitled Fan Fiction-
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the widely known anime characters who will be specified in this fanfic.
All humans have various traits, these traits, are what make us genuinely human. Among all of our traits only one is truly perfect, every other trait we have is otherwise imperfect. We humans depend on other people to discover which of our traits are perfect; we rely on what is called an "opinion". Opinions however, vary from person to person, there fore are pointless in one's search for their area of their personal perfection.
Knowledge of such perfections though is kept secret from the masses in order to prevent massive panic due to identity crisis. Although, there a handful of people who know exactly what trait of theirs is at a hundred percent. These people are often grouped into "parties" by the world's government, so that they may investigate top secret phenomena occurring in their region.
These people, who are nicknamed as "Faultless Ty
The untitled Fan fiction- ch6The untitled Fan fiction- ch6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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The one who tried to stop it
(a/n: BTW, for those who read this, and know that some of the characters ere are based on them, keep in mind theyre only BASED on you and not actually you, and this fanfic is for reminiscence of the old days, back when none of us had love lives ^^ I said that because I know that most of us now, have our own love lives now so please dont feel uneasy about this fictional love story, if you have your own real love story (you know who you are gais) , sincerely, ~Li-chan)
We need to go that way Is what his intuition was telling him, but he couldnt quite think of a good enough excuse to make her follow his directions. He didnt seem to be the best navigator in the world after all. He stayed quiet as she mumbled to herself, frustrated as she was clueless on where they should head next, he stared at her, she seemed to be as cl
The untitled Fan fiction- ch5aThe untitled Fan fiction- ch5a in Fan Fiction More Like This
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CHAPTER 5: The Soul Blades
(a/n:For all the people reading this, apologies for the typos that may be in here, as well as my time lapses between every chapter :3 This chapter will be quite long, consisting of six parts)
(part one: Fire)
The warm fire had a certain drawing feel to it. Warm, bright, it was anything but dull. Golden eyes stared at the fire, with a face so emotionless; you could swear he was dead. This is much better, much better than snow. He hugged his folded legs tightly, arching his back at the same time, covering everything except his golden eyes, which were so fixated on the warm fire. His white jacket covered him like a blanket, he had taken of his shoes, and his feet would wriggle at the ticklishness of the grass. If I could just stay by this warm fire for the rest of my life, I would never ever feel lonely.
Is something the matter?
Gokus stare was interrupted by a figure
Suffer "Oh! Woe is me, that thy piggy friends did insult me with such fervor!" Milo declared dramatically, throwing a hand in the air, the other placed over his heart. The girl sitting on the bed in front of him did not look amused, however, her pretty face anxious instead.Suffer in Short Stories More Like This
As people went, these two were as different as could possibly be. Where Milo was ever the dramatic one with his erratic behavior, Ann preferred to blend into the crowd, letting only those who were close to her know how different she truly was from the norm. His friends thought she was boring- her friends thought he was childish and annoying. Ann thought Milo was unique, with a contagious and sweet personality- Milo thought Ann was mysterious and alluring, and altogether perfect.
"I'm so sorry about that," Ann said sincerely but softly, eyes on the floor and a guilty expression on her face, "My friends- they're terrible." Milo looked over at her, and, noticing the tears in her eyes, padded over
A Hidden Mischevious StreakThe incessant meowing was going to be the death of that cat, Prosper mused. He wasn't going to be responsible if he snapped and threw it out a window- that meow would bring it out in anyone. He groaned and covered his head with a pillow, wishing Blaire was there to shut Marshmallow up. She had left earlier to go to a class, and, since Prosper had thought she'd been telling the truth when she had said it would be quick, he had foolishly decided to wait for her in her apartment while taking a nap. But here he was, a hour later, and the little demon would not be quiet!A Hidden Mischevious Streak in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, what do you want, beast?" Prosper snapped, glaring at the deceptively cute kitten staring up at him from the floor. The cat merely glared (Prosper wondered idly if it was even possible for cats to glare, and then decided very quickly that they, in fact, could) at him, eying him with the distaste only a cat could manage. Prosper knew for a fact that he was laying in the one spot that the insufferable cat usua
Tightrope I decided now that I am a dare-devil, a risk-taker, someone who loves to look a challenge in the eye. There's a large chance that it is because of my pride that I cannot pass up any type of provocation, or it may just be a way for me to inject some excitement into a previously dull life.Tightrope in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know now that the greatest challenge I ever took on was you. You were dangerous and extreme, throwing sparks off into a black, boring scene, and being with you was like foolishly walking over a tightrope with no past experience. Never knowing how much danger there truly is until, looking down, the world is so many feet below. With you, the adrenaline was always present- the sparks that you so easily threw off became fireworks when we were together.
I understand now why we could never be happy together. A person can never truly trust that they are not going to fall off the tightrope, and in the same way, I could not trust you. You blazed through my life, spout
Baby It's Cold Outside Blaire's questing fingers hovered an inch below the bag of marshmallows she was trying to reach. She was on her tip-toes, one hand holding onto the shelf below the marshmallows and the other stretched out above her. She blew her bangs out of her face irritably and considered how she was going to reach the sweets without involving Prosper, who, she was sure, would tease her endlessly if she asked for his help.Baby It's Cold Outside in General More Like This
Cursing him and his infernal height, she braced one foot on the trash can underneath the shelves and began to pull herself up. Grabbing the marshmallows triumphantly in one hand, she gave a yelp of surprise when two arms twined around her waist, steadying her. Turning around and seeing a grin on Prosper's face, she shot a glare at him, hoping it would keep the teasing at bay.
"What, no thank you?" Prosper said, mock surprise in his voice.
"My hero," She said absentmindedly, throwing him a grin to take away some of the bite from the
Sleds, Snow, and Hot ChocolateProsper would have burst into laughter at the picture before him had he not been absolutely positive that said action would earn him a snowball to the face. Blaire was sitting on bright yellow sled , bundled up in at least fifty layers, wearing the expression of a five year old recently given an ice cream cone. The sled, in turn, was poised at the top of a large, rather daunting looking hill, and Blaire was attempting to convince him to go sledding with her.Sleds, Snow, and Hot Chocolate in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pleeeeease!" She continued, adopting a pout onto her formerly excited face.
"I'm wearing sweatpants," He pointed out, "Cloth sweatpants."
"Oh, suck it up, you baby," Blaire countered, which impressed Prosper quite a bit, since it usually took a lot more for her to start insulting him.
"What, and walk two miles home in soaking wet britches?" He questioned, "I'll pass on that."
"Fine." She said, sulking, "then at least help me up." She held out a hand to him, which Prosper was a little reluctant to take, since Blaire relenting in so
Love Me DoProsper was feeling mildly awkward. He knew that it was expected, routine even, to meet his girlfriend's parents and family, but it didn't make the situation any less nerve-wracking. He had endured the interrogation from Blaire's father about his life/plans/job/future, her brothers attempting to intimidate him, and her little sister giggling over his accent, and was now convinced that he never wanted to go through anything of the sort again.Love Me Do in Short Stories More Like This
Blaire and Prosper were now sitting cross-legged on her old bed with the door wide open, because, as Blaire had put it, both of them behind closed doors would make her father, Tim, "uncomfortable". Prosper was quite sure that he didn't want to make her dad, a large, well-muscled fire-fighter, any form of nervous at all. Especially since her father and brothers seemed to think he needed to be glared at routinely- despite the inevitable warning he had received from them about being with Blaire.
"I know what we can do tonight," Blaire said
Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door(11/10/2013)Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door in Free Verse More Like This
Like a small child
reaching for the door,
to touch the handle
she wants to open it
and run out,
but she is much too young
to reach it on her own.
I'm much like that small child
waiting to run out the door.
I'm done with crawling
I've already learned
to walk on my own
and I'm wanting to show
the world what I'm made of
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
I've already walked for so long,
but my feet are far from tired
and like a small child
with eyes on the playground
I'm already running
and it's all so exciting
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
And this tiny bird
wants to jump right out
of the comfort of her nest
I'll be a good flyer, right?
I got so many things
under my belt
and an undying passion
to let it all out
like an eager student
holding my hand high
ready to pick up the chalk,
"Here I am, send me!"
I got this.
But as I'm running, I realize
that I have no wings, and I
Benevolence(11/17/2013)Benevolence in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My Lord, my God
my Everlasting Benevolence
You fill me with an energy
that melts away all pain
Your Love sets me free
A heavenly melody that sings to me
a song I want to share with all the world
With all the world
With all my heart, with all my soul
With all my strength, with all my mind
With all my breath, with all my might
Your every word, Your every light
Here I am, Your humble servant
I am Yours to play the part
Use my voice to give You glory
Be the song inside my heart
Christ, my Compass, lead the way
Be the lamp upon my feet
Guide me through this narrow street to victory
To victory, oh
With all my heart, with all my soul
With all my strength, with all my mind
With all my breath, with all my might
Your every word, Your every light
With all my heart, with all my soul
With all my strength, with all my min
The Lamb's Good Shepherd (A Child's Poem)(2/05/2014)The Lamb's Good Shepherd (A Child's Poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Little lamb, lost and scared,
What are you doing over there?
I have been searching everywhere
so you can be under my care."
The sky's so dark, it's hard to see
I ran too fast and hurt my knee
My wool is muddy and smelly too
What's a lamb like me to do?
Why would You want me anyway?
I butt heads and run away
I don't deserve a place to sleep
I'm a very baa-aa-aa-aad sheep.
"Little lamb, no need to fear
Let Me wipe away your tears
I'll never leave you all alone
I'll pick you up and take you home
I'll wash your wool and you'll be clean
The whitest wool you've ever seen
You'll never hunger, I'll keep you fed
You have My lap to rest your head
My pasture is the perfect place
So come into My sweet embrace
My little lamb, no need to weep
The Good Shepherd loves all His sheep."
When you feel lost, lonely, or scared,
your Shepherd searches everywhere
for every lamb that wanders away
no matter the minute or hour o
PoF Cypher Language: ZuhteiThe Language of Zuhtei ("ZOO-tay")*PoF Cypher Language: Zuhtei in Settings More Like This
A fictional (cypher) language in Jazzy C. Oaks' Portal of Fate.**
*The word "Zuhtei" in English is Cardio (from the Greek word kardia, or "heart").
**The word "Portal" in Zuhtei is Lihdur (pronounced "LEE-doo'ur"), which resembles the English word "Leader". Portal of Fate can also mean Leader of Fate.
Cypher Chart & Notes
Basic Rules (Phonetics)
List of Exceptional Words
How to Translate
Some Common Phrases
Zuhtei : |U|JZT|O|VBS|E|PGRNM|I|LKHSD|A|WYG|Y|F
Truth Without Love?(2/04/2014)Truth Without Love? in Philosophical More Like This
I see this happen way too often, even in the comments section of my own deviations; you can even see it happening on the pages of my stamps:
Too often I will see an atheist post a comment in disagreement with the deviation, and a believer replies to that atheist's comment in the same snarky manner as the atheist who disagreed. And the comments will go on and on in snark-to-snark combat as they attempt to correct each other.
What's worse, sometimes even an atheist won't necessarily be acting snarky--perhaps just having an honest disagreement with reason behind it--but the so-called "Christian" who tries to correct them does act snarky to them, even so much as insulting the non-believer for his/her statements.
Well guess what? Out of my love for all of you and my love for God's Truth, prepare to face some honest and well-needed correction.
Do you know what the bible says about that kind of attitude that t
The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
For a smileMy hands once were a basket, of fingers entwined to gather your eyes and bottle them in paraffin hopes.For a smile in Short Stories More Like This
"He loves you.", you would say at first, just to glimpse my smile.
You would look, always forever look. And those shadows in your gaze would linger on my skin as I, one by one, took them patiently from your iris.
"He loves you not.", you would say, but I saw in those shadows a wink.
My mood swung like a see-saw, pushed to and fro by your torn lids, and I held on to them as if about to fall.
"He loves you.", you would say, just to breathe in my giggle.
You would smile, always forever smile. And that smile would gradually turn into a stoned grimace of agony, but I wouldn't take any notice of that.
"He loves you not.", you would say, because then you wouldn't have needed to die.
My excitement climbed, as your strength dropped in equal measure. Bare as a tree when Autumn ends, you would at last be deprived of your only truth.
"He loves you ", you w
The ThunderStricken hearts it mostly leavesThe Thunder in Free Verse More Like This
Muffled cries are not so rare
Many think for earth it craves
But we know it starts from there.
Through the fog now running wild
Our legs will never tire
But when all heavens seem so mild
Our hope will lit a fire.
Left behind all human costumes,
Ever thought they really matter?
Lived this night to Elven customs
Even though they never flatter.
Singing tales of older ages,
Each word sent down in a droplet
So was rain then called by mages
Of this story the last booklet.
And abruptly it was torn
Like it held no longer meaning
By the symphony of the horn
Shaking all with godly timing.
And ignite it did, the flame
'Cause its shadow's in our eyes
And it screams aloud our name,
Zeus' tool that never dies.
While as darkness all embraces
endlessly we hide and seek
For the bolt's well known grimaces
We will share and ever peek.
As a gong the sound rebounds
on the walls of flesh and bone
And we, swept across the grounds
Feel the thunder's touch alone.
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.