Good morning, Trouble 2Ben knocked a second time, but nobody answered. He sighed. There had to be someone here, after all this was a police station!Good morning, Trouble 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No answers. The doorbell seemed to be broken; at least nobody had reacted to it. He gave it one last try and then turned around to get back into his car. He threw the undelivered parcel on the backseat and turned the key. His boss would probably freak out and call him a lazy ass who couldn't even deliver a parcel to the police station. If he was especially lucky, she wouldn't believe that there'd been nobody around and fire him. Just great.
Ben turned his car around and left the small parking lot in front of the station. Maybe it'd be alright if he delivered all the other stuff on time the car's built-in watch seemed to smirk at him.
"Hey, just what do you think you know about how fast I can deliver my parcels?"
The watch just kept grinning, and somehow the thought that it'd probably be right in the end made him a bit angry. "I'm doi
Roadmap burningThis is the easy way.Roadmap burning in Free Verse More Like This
Every wall to break through is bribed,
every thorny rose cut by able hands.
The steps you can make are numbered, but certain.
Do not ask of the hard way,
for its walls are of stone
and the paths are painful,
every step leading backwards instead of ahead.
Did you think the world worked like a fairytale,
having you choose which way to take?
Did you think you'd just turn and say:
"I'll choose my own damn way",
proceeding to walk towards orange sunsets
or a meaningful death as a tragic hero?
I thought you were wiser than this.
See, every step of the way is lined out on a map
of hopes and precautions, the dreams you develop
are caught and observed and then nourished or crashed
by the guardians you're given and the ones you select.
I would love to say: "As for the correct way
to get out of this mess and live peacefully,"
and add anything truthful and useless to that,
but the truth is, I wouldn't believe it;
and neither would you, rarely wise one.
No snow tonightFrom the top of the towers they seem:No snow tonight in Free Verse More Like This
Do not walk among those men.
Whenever I went to bed
she would sing me
the saddest song in the world
where the hero just tries to forget.
From the top of the towers
to walk among those men.
They are bears in a wolf's disguise.
Where the landlord despises his daughter
and only the fool tries to help
where a madman is doctor
and bribes induce love.
From the top of the towers
like a snowflake, to live or to die.
For those who desire to know why:
Had I not come down that night
slow as a child
with my wallet clutched safely
in hands, pale and white
From the top of the towers
would have fallen like snow in the night.
No snow tonight; only blood in the streets
angry men who decide
their right for the crime
while the girl sings a wish-song:
"Don't let them come home."
Legal ChoicesLiable and Lie-able:Legal Choices in Free Verse More Like This
He is able-bodied.
Will you believe him?
Should he tell you of scarlet-red rubies and forests in the dark?
Or trick you into this and that
and stop that sleeping for a while.
This bloody liability
will need some lie-ability.
Good morning, TroubleFrom the darkness war is drippingGood morning, Trouble in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
through the seams of what we know
our hopes are stained, our dreams are wet
our lives will be drenched in it soon.
From the darkness war is dripping,
oozing out through gates and walls
if I were a river
I'd spill by now.
So open your eyes and see what I am,
I am contrast to you and your sabotage,
I am new.
The beast moved in the darkness, and the world felt it, like a shadow the stir crept over its surface, every tree, every blade of grass shivered under its slight vibrations. It was a prelude, a friendly 'Good morning' to the apocalypse.
Deep within a forest a naked man exited a cave. He scratched the back of his head and felt a bit weary. Was it time again already? He yawned, sunlight falling down through his well-kempt, waist-long blonde hair, and started the usual routine. He began with the senses, as always, closing his eyes and re-opening them a few times. He tried the same thing with his nose and ears only to find that there were apparently no m
The silence of a beating drumOnce upon a time the silenceThe silence of a beating drum in Free Verse More Like This
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
Good morning, Trouble 3Crossing his fingers, Ben grabbed the parcel and started out of the car. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. At least there was a realistic chance of everything going well, if he could manage to speed up just a little after this, and maybe-Good morning, Trouble 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just then, he noticed the shape of the object the policemen were carrying. Didn't that look like a person? Wrapped in a dirty-looking trash bag? Probably just his imagination. He'd always had a very lively one, spending hours thinking about the most unnecessary and strange things that could have happened whenever he came across a strange situation. Usually, reality didn't turn out as eventful as he thought it would, but he was the kind of person who liked to think that someday he'd be right, and then he'd run around rubbing it in the faces of everyone who'd ever frowned upon him for 'inventing' those things in that high school news article years ago. So what if the disappearance of the groundkeeper's dog wasn't due to his Chinese heritage
20I am the salt water leaves outside20 in Concrete Poetry More Like This
commonly belittled, frequently dreamshaken
Threateningly, perfectionists intellectualize greatheartedness,
A wise man saidI went down to the boulevardA wise man said in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and watched the sun set all alone
I thought I heard my favourite music play
when it was really just rock 'n roll.
And so I turned my back to the morning sun
asked for the first strong drink to come
and as the barman said 'No' I thought I had misheard
but then I saw you through the open door.
A wise man said:
"What you get is never ever what you're looking for
and what you want is rarely ever what you need"
But what I want – it's pretty clear to me
I want you; won't you come with me?
I know the past has got its ghosts and bloody skeletons
I know the future's never ours to see
But in the end I'm just a really foolish simpleton
the only thing that I can lose is me.
~Clarinet Solo. Hell yeah.~
Of course I see that there's a difference
you've got a name and life prepared
you've got it all lined out in your little book
and I'm the one who's getting scared.
So if you feel secure then don't look back
don't save me any of your smiles
but if you're looking for
Don't listen to meNote, if you so will, that I am troublesome to you.Don't listen to me in Free Verse More Like This
Morning falls on us like shadow;
we don't need it.
Tell me you will stay forever.
(How I need it.)
Note that I am wooden, and
if ever, seldom moved.
One day and more than seven nights
at this place far away
in the woodlands
the cold lands
the lands of love.
Open your eyes and see my mistakes
I beg you, forgive me not.
In sleep, all children of the wind
share something of its beauty,
of its charm.
Just see that I am worse than most,
as good for you as sand.
But through their sleepy eyes
they do not see:
Who comes to love,
will come to harm.
So wake now, I am begging you
for I can't leave you here
(one more defect
if not my worst)
But still, I must, I will endure
this harm to see you stay
another day, another
seven hundred nights with me.
India - through western eyesIndia - through western eyes in Articles & Interviews More Like This
India through western eyes
A lot of glamour surrounds the West Europe and the USA in India. The urban
higher middle class is of course in thrall of the West but even in poor rural areas this
attraction holds. If visiting or settling in the west is an achievable aim at some point
of time in the urban area, it is a chimera, or a fantasy-land in the rural areas. Last
decade has seen a phenomenal rise in tourists from India to the West. It is like
everyone knowing someone who has been there for at least a fortnight telling the
tales from the beyond.
Therefore, there is legitimate curiosity in the Indian mind about what they think
about us. This article is an attempt to find an answer to this question. I will be
completing some 12 years of living in Britain shortly. I have also had a chance to
visit the rest of europe, America and Canada. I have some daily interaction with
people here. I follow closely India as projected in the mass-media
vacuous window-dressingvacuous window-dressing in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Vacuous window-dressing Sudan and Pakistan
Islam as a patriarchal project
Of late I have started wondering if there is a pattern in how the western media project islam as.
Dust has not even settled on the Sarkozy declaration - burqa is not welcome in France,
and a new event strikes headline in the same context of dress code.
[By the way, it is estimated that in the whole of France, where some 2 million muslim women live some 317, three-hundred-and-seventeen only- wear burqa].
Lubna Hussein was until recently a UN worker in Sudan. She and some 12 of her female colleagues were 'caught' by the police in a cafe. 'Crime' was they were all wearing trousers instead of hijab/ burqa - a tent like overall garment allegedly prescribed by islam for women. Ten of the women admitted the 'crime' and were subjected to 10 lashes each and got away. Lubna refused to accept that she had done anything counter to islamic tradition or dictum from the quoran. So, she was ordered 40 lashes.
She turns ou
Gandhi and the WestGandhi and the West in Academic Essays More Like This
Gandhi and the West
Gandhi wrote Hind Swaraj [Indian Independence] in November 1909 on a voyage from Britain to South Africa. His arrival in India and leading the Indian Independence movement were still a few years away. This small booklet of 70-odd pages is a scathing attack on western civilization as also on Indian freedom fighters who wanted to resort to violence against the British or those who wanted to create a nation on the lines of the developed West. He was asked in 1936 if he still stood by what he had written in 1909 and he maintained that he did, to a word.
First, a general observation about how Gandhi is perceived in India and how he is perceived in the West. I find a paradoxical similarity between the two understandings. In India quite a few ideological strands find an objectionable aspect of Gandhian thought and they reject him in toto citing that irreconcilable difference in their positions. In the West a particular aspect of the Gandhian thought is picked u
after the hang-overafter the hang-over in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The 44th president of America after the hang-over
4th Nov America elected Barack Hussein Obama to be the next president of America.
5th Nov Medvedev, the Russian President threatened to deploy missiles in Europe in retaliation to american expansionist plans.
6th Nov an Iraqi woman posted an entry on the internet in a blog She pointed out that Obama was anti-Iraq war in the beginning but gradually shifted to a more ambiguous position as the campaign progressed. She predicts that he will strike a deal with Iran to partition Iraq in Shia, Sunni and Kurd nations. She also reminded that Joe Biden, the vice-president-elect has always been an Israel supporter and due to his influence, Obama also guaranteed Jerusalem to be the capital of undivided Israel.
8th Nov the french president Sarkozy challenged Obama to produce a definite plan in the next 100 days to pull the world out of the financial crisis that America initiated.
This list can go on and on. Point is, even if very much
Right to FoodRight to Food in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Right to Food : A Global Perspective
Right to Food is linked to a number of factors. Under 'Food' come production, distribution, purchasing power, etc. Under 'Right' come socio-economic factors - if a citizen is aware at all that this is a right, if that society affords freedom to a citizen to assert that right, etc. [For example are there possibilities of organising right-based movements, is the political leadership mature enough, if the society is democratic and so on]. Inter alia the Right-to-Food is dependent upon the state and the market.
A short review of the world food situation is followed by available alternatives to address the problem. Towards the end a number of connected local and global issues are mentioned.
This year saw the number of hungry in the world rise to 1.02 billion persons, i.e. one in seven. The world population is increasing. It is expected to touch 9 billion by the year 2050. The increasing need of food means that the current food pr
secularismsecularism in Academic Essays More Like This
Muslim invasions in India go back to the 8th century coming from Turkic, persian and mongol stocks. Of interest is the mughal period for this article.
In 1526 Zahir-ud-din Muhammad Babar, a muslim bandit [later glorified as a conqueror, an emperor and founder of the mughal dynasty] from the Ferghana Valley invaded India. Ferghana valley spreads across today's Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and Kyrghizistan. All these ex-Soviet states are north-west of India, north of Pakistan and Afghanistan - all of them are muslim. Babar established the Mughal Empire which ruled a large part of India ending rule of many small Hindu Kingdoms. The Mughal empire lasted until the British invaded India in the 19th century. Babar died in 1530. A mosque was built on his tomb in a place called Ayodhya, in northern India.
Ayodhya has a very special place in Hindu religion just as Jerusalem for all the three bookish religions christianity, jewish and islam. Or, like The
Mumbai terrorism - a relookMumbai terrorism - a relook in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Mumbai terrorism an interpretation
For three days from 26th November death-dance unleashed by muslim fundamentalists originating from Pakistan went on in Mumbai. It killed almost 200 people including a few foreigners. This event is still being scrutinised internationally.
A few points stand out on analysis of the reactions so far.
The first point is that the West is in mortal fear about a nuclear war. Barring Iran and North Korea Pakistan is the only state whose nuclear capability is a serious cause for worry. Fatalism ingrained deeply in Indian psyche is not so common in the west as a collective trait. Instead the West thrives on paranoia. From personal physical well-being to economic insecurity to nuclear wars - umpteen dreads plague the West. Of the irresponsible nuclear states, though Iran has explicit anti-west, anti-Israel policies, it still has someway to go until it attains nuclear weapons. North Korea, led by a quixotic man has no clear enemy as such. This b
Mass movements - an overviewMass movements - an overview in Articles & Interviews More Like This
[I admit this is a rather long article! Most of it is descriptive. For analytical part you can go straight towards the end - last section - means-ends problem...thanks]
Mass Movements a review
This special issue has the theme whether the strategies of mass movements have lost their edge. This is a timely poser in the indian context but it is worth noting that mass movements all over the world are asking themselves the same question. Urgency of the question is becoming more and more acute with acceleration of globalisation by the day.
At the outset it needs to be stressed that mass movement itself is a strategy for the disprivileged. Depending upon time, location, ideology and available resources a particular movement may take up legal means, non-violent means, illegal but non-violent means or illegal and violent means to achieve its aim. [These are looked into at the end of the article]. Efficacy of these strategies may vary but efficacy of mass movements as a
a tale of two corrupt statesa tale of two corrupt states in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A tale of two corrupt countries
As The Economist put it, they lost the empire, the military might, do not dominate the world anymore but they still had claim to Mother of Parliaments. Same Economist describes it now as The House of Ill-repute.
Within a matter of a month-and-half, starting from the 8th of May to be precise, literally a political earthquake is rocking this island. A country which used to look down on american democracy as a circus [the only country they really look at otherwise, rest being anyway inferior to them], has been coming to grips to the fact that their own country is a caricature of democracy. The realisation of how rotten at core the Mother is a kick in the teeth.
There are a number of issues involved parliamentary democracy, arrogance of elected representatives of people, power of media and some earnest soul-searching about how to better the system all these are very relevant to the Indian democracy.
Two victims - two imperialismsTwo victims - two imperialisms in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Afghanistan Pakistan : Two Victims of Two Imperialisms
Afghanistan and Pakistan are sliding fast towards violent anarchy. India has to worry particularly given Pakistans traditional anti-India policies, three wars so far, recent Mumbai massacre terrorists export from there and the rise of religious fundamentalism, the very instability of a nuclear nation and the western intervention led by the US all setting a tinder-box up right across the border.
First a review of the internal situation of Afghanistan-Pakistan may be in order.
The current regime of Afghanistan reminds me of the days of the last Mughal Emperor Bahadur Shah Jaffar. It used to be said that his writ runs from Delhi to Palam. Delhi was the capital, and Palam a stones throw from Delhi. The once great Mughal empire had shrunk to such paltry proportions. Likewise, writ of the Karzai government installed by the West runs only in and around Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan. Rest of t
RememberingI remember when we metRemembering in Free Verse More Like This
How could I not?
It's such a vivid memory.
Since then, we've made many more.
They stand out in my mind.
Through good times and bad,
you were always there.
We've shared laughter and tears, hardships and triumphs.
Thinking back I think
that without you in my life,
would all those wonderful memories
be empty voids?
I remember when we met.
Did you realize we would become so close?
Did I realize our relationship would grow?
I really can't say.
But what matters is the bond we share now.
You really are incredible.
You see through my flaws to the beauty within
and you put up with my foolishness.
It's nice to know that someone cares.
You're my trusted confident and counselor.
I know I can always come to you.
I can share all my secrets, and they're safe with you.
You always seem to know the right thing to say.
I remember when we met.
Back then, I didn't realize how special you are...
I didn't realize your value.
But now I do, and I appreciate you.
Even though I may not alw
Love isLove is the sun that rises every morning, the warmth you feel in your heart, even when the skies are gray you know it's still there.Love is in Free Verse More Like This
Love is a frantically beating heart and softly whispered words, tickling your ear.
Love is the way the stars twinkle at night and the pictures in the clouds on a warm summer's day.
Love is a hand to hold when you need support, a shoulder to lean on in trouble, the warm hug you need and that safe place to cry when the world comes crashing down all around you.
Love is a smile given to that random stranger.
Love is helping someone in need, even if you dislike them.
Love is reaching out and giving to others even when you don't feel like it.
Love is going to talk to someone when they feel that they're all alone.
Love is sacrifice, love is selfless.
Love is unconditional.
Love is your name written on the heart that's willing to stop beating for you.
Love doesn't give up when everything else says there's no hope.
Love is the thing that keeps the earth's heart be
And you sayYou say you'd like to punch his lights out, but the lights can't go out if they were never on. So instead you're breaking glass and your knuckles are bruised and it hurts, because the glass is thick, it's strong. He'd like to think it's bulletproof, but everything has it's breaking point. Sot here's shards of glass scattered everywhere and blood on the floor. And there are scars and they're deep, the wounds run deeper than flesh because we all know that just like glass, pride never bends (t least not for ever), it only breaks. When it does he screams and he's like an earthquake, the world is shaking all around you and it's all crumbling to pieces. And his fury is like a thunderstorm, it's a shock to your system and you're drowning in the floodwater, electricity and water never have mixed well. The sky is gray, it's dark and you can't see the horizon. But hold steady, a storm can't last for ever and the sky will clear. The sun will come out and it is warmth, it is light; it iAnd you say in Short Stories More Like This
Hope to breatheSuffocating, world spinning, can't breathe-Hope to breathe in Free Verse More Like This
Numbness spreading through my body like a disease;
pins and needles in my limbs.
An unpleasant prickling sensation,
creeping through my head.
Gasping for breath, but air won't fill my lungs.
Is this just a bad dream? I only hope to breathe!
Open my eyes to see if this is real;
can't focus my eyes.
Am I dying here?
I struggle for breath but my airways are blocked.
Cold Fear, mad heart beats-
trying, desperately, in vain
to pump oxygen through my system.
I don't want to go like this,
to die because my lungs wouldn't breathe;
I'll fight for my life.
Gasp, sit up suddenly.
This isn't a dream, it's reality
bringing itself back to clarity
as the blankets fall from around my face.
The red stringSome people tie a string around their finger to rember something, to remind themselves. Maybe it's to remind thme to do some task, or to pick up a certain item at the store. I, too, tie a string around my finger to remember. But it's not just some plain old pice of white string to remind me of a mundane, everyday thing.The red string in Short Stories More Like This
I tie a red string around my finger, and it stays there everyday as a constant reminder of one fateful day that changed my life forever. I know it sounds cliché, but truly, I learned what love really is.
The red string is to remind me of the blood shed that day. The blood shed for me by my best friend. He and I we were close, and we shared a strong bond. My heart beat wildly with a love beyond friendship, but I had never uttered those words to him, afraid it would destroy what we had.
I remember it so clearly. A crazed gunman, some lunatic I'm sure, was walking down by the dockside... and so was I with my friend. He spotted us, but we hadn't seen him yet, we were t
After allThis is my story, this is my song...After all in Open More Like This
How many times have we heard it all before?
But every day starts another story,
Every moment is another song.
A page turner, it'll draw you in from the start.
So compelling, a twisted, realistic plot.
Engaging characters that remind you of yourself and the people you know.
Of course it's that way; it's your story, after all.
A pleasing sound that delights your ears.
Just the right rhythm to match your mood.
The melody makes you feel alve, your emotions feel more vibrant.
Of course it's that way; it's your song, after all.
So whether it's a good day or bad,
whether they're happy times or sad.
The story your read should feel familiar, right, like an old friend.
The song should be beautiful to no end.
But of course it should be that way;
you're a great artist and it's your creation, after all.
Look upIf you lay on your back and look up,Look up in Free Verse More Like This
What do you see?
I see the ceiling above my bed
I see it as a surface full of texture,
full of colours
Waiting to be discovered.
I see it as a closed door waiting,
able to be opened to every possibility.
I see the sky, I feel the air above my head
I see a vast expanse
Beauteous blue, billowing pillars of white.
I see the world waiting for me.
I'll let the wind lift up up, carry me away
I'll soar away to follow my dreams.
The Closed DoorShe claws madly at the door, fingers raw and bloodied. Stains cover the mangled surface, etching in her message of fear and desperation. She longs for freedom and can't stand this torment anymore, the darkness has made her heart grow cold.The Closed Door in Free Verse More Like This
She wants to escape this prison so badly, she begs for the door to open, her hollow words echoing. She doesn't realize that the door is slightly open, that light is pouring in. But her chains are holding her back. Her walls are blocking the light from her sight. Her fear and pain are holding her in, keeping her confined in her self-imposed nightmare of loneliness.
She cries out to be saved, fights to be free. But she is still retreating further and further into darkness. The blood on the door, the entrance to her trap, shines bright, a burning pain to her withered soul. A message, carved out in desperation... Someone, please, somebody save me! She needs salvation from her plight.
Never forgetI remember the day we met. I was running late for class and had dropped all my books. You, along with your group of friends, were passing by. Telling your friends you'd catch up with them, you stopped to hlep me. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.Never forget in Short Stories More Like This
After that day, I found myself thinking about you often. I never did learn your name, but that was okay. All I would have to do is think about that sweet smile and I would feel a surge of emotion, a bubbly feeling inside my chest. I would often find myself dayfreaming about your golden locks of hair and your deep amber eyes. Because of all this, I began to think of you as Honey, my honey. You were sweet and golden, and you were stuck on my mind.
I now realize I never did get to thank you that day, so now I am. Thank you for being so kind to me. Did I tell you, I had bene thiking about taking my life that night, but your sole act of kindness reached out to me. I was feeling alone in the world and love no longer existed. But y
Now or NeverDisclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.Now or Never in Fan Fiction More Like This
Without turning around, she said, "Sesshoumaru."
The demon Lord looked around the clearing, then back at the woman before him. "What is it that you do here?" He'd come to her so many times when she would need time away to think over the hanyou's and dead miko's trysts. Tonight, however, was different even if she didn't know it yet.
She turned, then, finally, and looked at him, her expression remote, sad. "I'm searching my heart."
He just looked at her, and she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Same old, same old he snuck off to see her again."
"Does it matter? Have you not said to me before that it no longer does?"
She nodded slowly, but didn't say anything.
"You followed him, did you not? Listened to their conversation?"
With a guilty flush, she looked away. "Yes."
Sesshoumaru turned his
The Flower Girl Chapter 78DignityThe Flower Girl Chapter 78 in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
"Are you ready?"
It was a rather pointless question because ready or not they were about to jump into the timeslip, and see if their attempt to open the well to them had worked. Nonetheless, she nodded, and he took her hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly before wrapping an arm around her.
"Let us proceed, then."
With that, Sesshoumaru leapt lightly over the edge of the well, Kagome still clasped tightly within the safety of his arms.
Just as Kagome was about to despair that the rip would open the blue lights flashed to life, and she sighed with relief - and excitement.
'It's working! That means... oh, kami that means my family can come to my wedding - and meet all my friends and...'
'Oh, boy. Gramps... I'm gonna have to take his sutra away...' she thought ruefully.
As soon as they touched down in her era, confirmed by looking up at the roof of the well-house, Sesshoumaru leap
The Flower Girl Chapter 81AvailabilityThe Flower Girl Chapter 81 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
Kagome sighed, almost relieved to be back in the past.
'It's odd... but it's already home to me. I love my era in some ways, but I am so grateful for the chance to live here instead...' she looked sideways at the beautiful youkai Lord that paced at her side and smiled a little... 'especially with him - and the children.'
'The kami truly have blessed me...'
She looked down at her feet as they walked, still smiling, and didn't notice as he looked over at her.
"Something pleases you, my miko?" he asked.
A light blush tinted her cheeks. "Just thinking is all." At his encouraging look, she elaborated. "I'm blessed... look at what the kami have given me. How many people can say that they have what I do?"
He nodded, understanding what she was saying.
He frowned a little when he noticed the bouquet of flowers she held in one hand.&
The Flower Girl Chapter 83SympathyThe Flower Girl Chapter 83 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
In the midst of the calm before the storm, Kagome noticed Inuyasha's preoccupation, and his sadness - and she knew what it stemmed from.
Despite the fact that she had been seeing Sesshoumaru for months now, and even betrothed to him for some time already, it was just now kicking in for the hanyou she'd loved for so long, and even though he had a new interest in Kanna, she knew that he was trying to move past the fact that she herself was soon to be completely out of his reach - eternally.
It was hard, even she sometimes looked back at him a bit wistfully, though she wouldn't change where she was for anything in the world, there would always be a soft spot in her heart for her first love.
And with Kanna... well, even though everyone knew that feelings had definitely developed between the two of them, they themselves hadn't really spoken of anything to each other.
Kagome was pretty sure that Inuyasha neede
The Flower Girl Chapter 84AcceptanceThe Flower Girl Chapter 84 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
'She wishes her friends from her home could attend the wedding celebrations, does she?'
Sesshoumaru watched and listened as his bride-to-be talked with her friends... Kanna, Sango, and Kaede as well, who she saw as a grandmother. It seemed that she wished her friends from her home, could meet her friends here... and it was a desire that he could accommodate, and so, silently, he slipped away from the group, and headed for the well.
'I will speak with her mother - she will know how to contact these friends of hers.'
He was at the well and through it within mere moments, as soon as he landed on the other side, he leapt from the depths of it, and removed his armor swiftly, before scanning the area to make sure no one was around.
Once satisfied, he stepped out of the small shrine, and moved quickly to the house, entering the genkan without knocking, rightly thinking that they would r
Fall of the House of TaishoDisclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha, nor do I own The Fall of the House of Usher, an Edgar Allen Poe original story that gave me the inspiration for this Halloween tale. I also make no money from this story, writing only for my own gratification.Fall of the House of Taisho in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: Darkfic - there is no happy ending, as Poe was not really into writing happy stories.
It was an odd thing to realize as I stopped to stare at the heart of the Western Lands for the first time, that it was the first time. After so many years of being so closely associated with the only two blooded members of that house for most of my life, to actually acknowledge that I had never been to the seat of that illustrious family, was almost astonishing.
Nonetheless, it was also true.
Standing on the final approach to the shiro, backlit by the dying sun, I stared at it, pondering on my familiarity with the brothers Taisho. The younger, Inuyasha, my first love, my mat
The Flower Girl Chapter 82PerfectionThe Flower Girl Chapter 82 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
Sesshoumaru flared his aura hard as the old flea approached and attempted to sneak in a free snack, knocking the annoying pest backwards.
"Did you really think that I would not notice you, Myouga?" he asked, one slender brow cocked.
"Heh... no, Sesshoumaru-sama... but I had to try. Even a servant needs to eat."
"That is what animals are for, flea. If you feel the need to eat, find a rabbit or other lower life-form, but do not attempt to place that pointy beak on this one again." He flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve, and pinned the little flea with a hard gaze. "I trust that you followed my instructions, and have what I requested ready?"
"Oh, yes, Sesshoumaru-sama... the," he coughed self-importantly as he crossed his arms and folded them into his sleeves, "items, should be arriving momentarily with Totosai."&
Fall of the House of TaishoPart IVFall of the House of Taisho in Fan Fiction More Like This
Within the sudden chaos inside my mind, an odd thought forced itself into prominence, and begged an answer.
"Sesshoumaru?" I asked, voice oddly calm. "What of the servants?"
His voice, also calm, answered immediately. "They left this house the moment you arrived. They need not share our fate."
I nodded, such a solemnity of spirit weighing upon me then that I almost felt as though my back was bowed beneath the weight of my sorrow.
My thoughts were interrupted when Sesshoumaru reached over and, almost hesitantly, took my hand. When I did not pull away, he met my gaze with a haunted, saddened one of his own, and then tugged me towards the beautiful rice paper covered door.
"Come, my Lady. It is incumbent upon us to meet our fate with dignity. Therefore, let us go forth to greet it, rather than await it here. I would not be seen cowering in fear," he sigh
Fall of the House of TaishoPart IIIFall of the House of Taisho in Fan Fiction More Like This
The silence lay thick between us for some time, but finally, questions began to surface in my mind. I wished to know why I was to be condemned to death.
"What was the provenance of this curse, Sesshoumaru?" I asked quietly, for some reason, unable to speak loudly. It almost seemed... sacrilegious in this place, volume speaking of life, when the whole palace breathed death, instead.
He looked up from his seat at his desk, then sighed, and moved to join me near the glowing brazier that dribbled only slight warmth into the room.
"It was placed by an enemy of our house almost a thousand years ago. We had fought them, our families experiencing a bitter rivalry in every aspect. Our house was finally triumphant, destroying the last male of theirs. Unfortunately, the last remaining member of that family was a witch she cast this curse on us, even as my forefather took her life."
I shuddered; it seemed as th
Fall of the House of TaishoPart IIFall of the House of Taisho in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was an eerie experience to walk within the walls of that house what few servants were left carried on the echo of decay that the outside of the palace conveyed, leaving the visitor feeling as though they were surrounded by naught but dusty relics of a decadent past.
I wondered how long this place had truly looked this way.
It seemed to me that the palace sucked the life out of all those that stepped within its confines, leaving them as desiccated as any centuries-old corpse. With every sense I possessed literally screaming, I was quickly aware that this home had, indeed, been cursed and the curse would not be satisfied until the last Taisho passed from this life.
In that moment, I could only be grateful that I had not had any children with Inuyasha, we, both having expected to have long lifetimes together, had chosen to wait for at least two decades before trying for a first child. It was now evident that that which I had
La nascita di una poesiaLa nascita di una poesiaLa nascita di una poesia in Letters More Like This
(Dialogo tra un foglio bianco e una matita)
F.B.) Un giorno allo spuntar del sole,
mi accorsi che ero solo,
posato sopra un tavolo freddo e scuro
i miei fratelli non erano più con me.
Mi guardai intorno e mi accorsi che,
di fianco a me c'era una matita.
Non ne avevo mai vista una,
ma qualcuno dei miei fratelli
una volta disse:
"saranno guai quando tu la incontrerai.
È uno strumento di tortura,
chiunque l'abbia incontrata
non è più tornato tra noi."
Un brivido mi prese...
e adesso cosa faccio!
Finirò io torturato
senz'avere visto il mondo!
In un cestino accartocciato,
come un essere immondo!
Ma ecco che a queste mie parole,
la sua voce m'interruppe.
Mat) Buongiorno foglio bianco!
Sei tu il prossimo della lista!
F.B.) Io non dissi una parola,
ma non la persi mai di vista.
Mat) Io futur non ti prometto,
tutto dipende dallo scrittore.
Se la sua mano non sarà ispirata,
il tuo destino sarà il peggiore.
Io non ho colpa,
son solo stru
OcchiOcchi,Occhi in Free Verse More Like This
come due fari
splendenti e luminosi
con i quali ti guardi intorno
andando ancora più in là,
più in là di dove il cielo
si unisce al blu del mare
per vedere quando è sera,
dove il sole va a dormire.
che rivolgi verso il mondo,
per capirne i suoi misteri,
per scoprire il tuo futuro,
pur guardando anche il tuo ieri.
che osservano ogni cosa,
che sia essa viva o inanimata
ne distinguono i loro colori,
le forme, i movimenti,
nei minimi particolari.
che nascondono tristezza,
quando è forte il tuo soffrire
annegandoli in lacrime di sale.
che hai rivolto verso me
ed io mentre li guardo
l'espressione della tua anima.
Sto pensando di non pensareSto pensando di non pensare, maSto pensando di non pensare in Free Verse More Like This
più ci penso e più non ci voglio pensare.
Non pensavo che pensare
a volte potesse fare male, ma
evidentemente questo mio pensiero,
che non fosse vero.
Vorrei poterci non pensare, ma
penso di non poterlo fare, ma
di non avere scelta per davvero,
mi ritrovo a combattere
con questo pensiero.
Sempre più spesso
mi ritrovo a pensare,
che forse sarebbe
meglio lasciar stare, ma
pensato di sovente,
sempre mi riporta
pensieri nella mente.
pensieri di riflesso,
pensieri che ho adesso.
Ma perché ci penso spesso?
Se ci penso e dico il vero,
penso sia questo
uno strano pensiero, ma
la cosa più strana, che
m'induce a pensar questo, è
che il voler non pensare, è
soltanto un pretesto.
Io ci penso ed anche
vorrei non pensarci, ma
ci penso lo stesso.
Desiderio di vendetta(Quarta Parte)Desiderio di vendetta in Short Stories More Like This
(Il complotto ebbe inizio)
Come da piano, le nostre due megere, (Phobos e Deimos) erano riuscite a portare con loro Luna che era disperata, quasi senza volontà le aveva seguite in quel tetro mondo che era la Nebulosa.
Luna non sapeva ancora come avrebbe reagito nel momento in cui avrebbe visto Sole.
Il suo cuore era in tumulto, ma una voce interiore continuava a ripeterle:
" Non è possibile, non è possibile!"
Davanti ai suoi occhi le passavano tutti i bei momenti vissuti con Sole e lei sottovoce continuava a ripetere:
Mentre Luna era immersa nei suoi pensieri, non si era neanche accorta di essersi inoltrata molto in profondità nella Nebulosa, tanto che a un certo punto non si vedeva più niente. Luna non sentì più le voci delle altre due lune, che per tutto il tragitto avevano chiacchierato fra loro.
Luna si fermò e si guardò intorno ma non riusciva a distinguere niente, tutto era avvolto da una nebbia fitta e maleodorante e
Le nostre ali sono la fantasiaLe nostre aliLe nostre ali sono la fantasia in Free Verse More Like This
sono la fantasia,
con lei, tutto
ci sembra più bello.
Con lei, tutto
diventa più dolce
ed è leggero,
il nostro fardello.
Le nostre ali
sono la fantasia e
con lei viaggiamo
come angeli nel cielo.
Ci fa scoprire
nuovi mondi sconosciuti,
ci fa solcare
i confini dell'arcobaleno.
Chi non sa volare,
non possiede fantasia,
vivendo una vita
con poca armonia.
Desiderio di vendettaDesiderio di vendettaDesiderio di vendetta in Short Stories More Like This
Per Luna e Sole, lentamente si avvicinava l'anniversario del loro primo incontro.
Luna pensava teneramente a questo momento, tuttavia, aveva qualche piccola preoccupazione.
Sole invece era visibilmente eccitato tanto che tutti potevano percepirlo nell'Universorfanotrofio per via delle tempeste solari che emanava di continuo, alcune coprivano distanze veramente notevoli, tanto che tiepidi bagliori arrivavano perfino nelle vicinanze di Plutone.
Sicuramente questo non passava inosservato ai nostri due malandrini, (Giove e Saturno) i quali assistevano esterrefatti a queste esibizioni di forza di Sole, ma nonostante rimanessero impressionati da tanta potenza, non avevano di certo gettato la spugna, anzi tutt'altro.
Dopo che secondo loro le acque si erano calmate, cominciarono un'altra volta a confabulare.
Marte, era a conoscenza di un posto poco lontano da lì in cui avrebbero potuto riunirsi per progettare un nuovo piano d'azione e precisamente
Lo stesso destinoLo stesso destinoLo stesso destino in Short Stories More Like This
Ogle si girò sorpreso e non appena riconobbe Mercurio, lo fu ancora di più.
Certo poteva immaginarlo che anche lui fosse un frequentatore di Nebulose, ma non si sarebbe mai aspettato di vederselo davanti.
Dopo un istante Ogle gli girò le spalle e fece per andarsene, ma Mercurio lo chiamò dicendogli di fermarsi e chiedendogli se lo aveva riconosciuto.
Ogle ancora girato di spalle rispose:
Mercurio continuò dicendo:
A questo punto Ogle si girò e accennò un sorriso di complicità.
Mercurio si avvicinò un po' di più e senza pensarci due volte gli chiese come mai si fosse ridotto così.
Ogle gli rispose che avrebbe potuto chiedergli la stessa cosa, così dopo essersi fatti un altro bicchiere di plasma, cominciarono a parlare.
Ogle esordì dicendo:
Questa domanda fu per Mercurio come se gli avesse dato una pugnalata allo stomaco, che non ti fa morire subito, ma diamine, se fa male!
Desiderio di vendetta(Quinta Parte)Desiderio di vendetta in Short Stories More Like This
Perderti per sempre...
Anche se Mercurio, tra i nostri pianeti, era l'unico che poteva stare nelle vicinanze di Sole senza riceverne danno, durante il tragitto preferì starsene un po' più indietro nelle vicinanze di Luna che era in orbita attorno a Sole.
Mercurio aveva una strana espressione, mentre facendo finta di niente, volgeva il suo sguardo verso di Luna.
Sole invece, guardando Mercurio, pensò che per il momento non fosse il caso di chiedergli spiegazioni su cosa aveva a che fare lui con il complotto, per il momento c'era altro cui pensare, così durante il tragitto preferì consigliarsi con Ogle per elaborare una strategia da intraprendere atta a obbligare la Gigante Rossa a desistere dalle sue intenzioni.
Uno scontro tra di loro era la cosa più probabile, tuttavia, Ogle, disse che non dovevano lasciare nulla d'intentato come per esempio: provare a convincere la Gigante Rossa a desistere dalle sue intenzioni allettandola con una propost
Lo stesso destinoLo stesso destinoLo stesso destino in Short Stories More Like This
Dopo aver vagato chissà per quanto tempo, Mercurio non sapeva più dove si trovava ma questo non gli importava, lui si era affidato al destino e chissà verso quale posto esso lo avrebbe portato.
Ormai non gli importava più di niente, le parole vivere o morire per lui avevano assunto quasi lo stesso significato.
Ma ecco che davanti a lui scorse i bagliori di una Nebulosa e pensò di farvi sosta, magari per scaldarsi un po' con un buon bicchierino di plasma tanto per annaffiare un po' i pensieri prima di riprendere il viaggio che nemmeno lui sapeva dove lo avrebbe portato.
Tutto questo soffrire ebbe inizio quella volta.
Sì quella quando lui per la prima volta guardò Luna negli occhi.
Mai come quella volta aveva provato qualcosa di simile, fu come un'esplosione che lo fece tremare nel suo interno e da quella volta era stato via via un crescendo di un qualcosa che lui non sapeva spiegarsi eppure lo faceva stare male.
Desiderio di vendettaDesiderio di vendettaDesiderio di vendetta in Short Stories More Like This
Finalmente il tanto atteso incontro tra Giove, Saturno, Marte, la Nana Bruna e la Gigante Rossa, ebbe luogo. I tre pianeti, per poter parlare con la Gigante Rossa dovettero mettersi alle dovute distanze per non rischiare di essere disintegrati, quindi confidarono nella Nana Bruna che faceva loro da tramite.
Tutto fu concordato senza tanti intralci e in poche ore, poiché La Gigante Rossa si dimostrò veramente impaziente di suggellare il complotto che dopo la sua riuscita le avrebbe permesso di occupare il posto di Sole e di essere la sovrana assoluta dell'universorfanotrofio.
Il piano, che era stato proposto dalla Gigante Rossa, era di attirare Sole in un buco nero dal quale non sarebbe più uscito e loro avrebbero avuto finalmente campo libero di realizzare le loro ambizioni.
Per far questo però Giove avrebbe dovuto rinunciare a una delle sue lune che sarebbe servita da esca per attirare Sole nel buco nero.
Dapprima Giove era mol
Expression of CareLove writes in inkExpression of Care in Free Verse More Like This
Love moves with body
Love expresses through heart
Love spoken with everything
QuestionsTrapped in fearQuestions in Free Verse More Like This
Can anyone come
And rescue me?
Is my savior
going to arrive
How much longer
Must I cry
Not FeelingJust because I don't tell youNot Feeling in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't mean it isn't true
Just because I say it to others
doesn't mean that I'm lying
Just because I know you wouldn't understand
doesn't mean you should pretend to care
Just because its my thing
doesn't mean its evil
Just because I'm not you
doesn't mean anything
Abandon the Cuts for Real LoveThe momentAbandon the Cuts for Real Love in Open More Like This
a breath for the pain
then the relief
lightly brushing before
piercing lights hit me
Shadows appear or rather
Taking shape, one that
i have seen before somewhere
not exactly sure
Voice comes from it
a hand becons toward
my hurt hand
no longer relief but a pain
one that makes me cry
out in agony again and again
the Closer i go to the shadow
the less it hurts
Finally grasping his hand it
goes away but a surge
of light approaches
Healing the wound bringing
pain to a new level that
i thought of as relief
as a savior to myself
Voice offers no option to
my enduring pain but
as I do it goes away
a strange feeling comes over me
one that i thought never
would come to me or
Cry out in shock
disbelief that anyone
could have such emotion
tears flood my eyes
only to be pushed away with
a soft gentle hand
Softness touches my face
once twice then a third
waiting for a responce
answering back with the same feeling
Still doubting myself bu
Float awayAnd in the dead of the nightFloat away in Free Verse More Like This
just before my eyes slip away
to the wonderful dreamland
saturated with you, your
scent comes from the shirt I
stole from you long ago.
It is comforting and warm to
know that you still care and
in return I love you as well
Of your dream, to your pulseHere you lie,Of your dream, to your pulse in Free Verse More Like This
asleep my darling,
in my lap.
I hold you so
close and tender
while you snooze away.
The sweet sounds
of every breath
sounds so peaceful.
You small snore
laughable but also
just too adorable.
The easy rhythm
of your breathing,
to your heartbeat.
The soft look
of a dreamy
gentle nights sleep.
The warmth of
your body so
close is enough.
As I move
to lay down
beside you always,
you jolt a
little, to my
Holding on tighter
to me almost
asking to not go.
How could I
tear myself away?
I can not
resist that loving
face you have.
Sleep the night
away my love,
you deserve to.
I'll hold you
every second till
you wake from
your peaceful slumber.
PhobiaIts an angerPhobia in Free Verse More Like This
And it's a fear
One that cant be explain
That wont go away
It toils turns
And rips apart my sanity
Slowly devouring my mind
Silently each attack
Gets more and more
Turbulent for me
Can't I stop this
Mercy pleads in my
To stop the torture and
Anguish I feel
Please I want to
Let this go
Make-up FaceEvery night is survivalMake-up Face in Free Verse More Like This
Every day is a nightmare
A test thats been behind my back
Most of the time
Maybe even as a child
But then yet again I didnt know anything
All summer my mom said
It has been like that all summer
I can only imagine how she feels
And she can only imagine my feelings
But in some ways, they re the same
Every night I am up
Making sure until It is down
Stove off, no extreme messes
No residue left behind in the bathroom
Covering my ears to hide the sounds
Blasting music to ease
Trying to control my stomach
Once It is out I give a call
To a soothing voice
One that doesnt call me
Fat, ugly, tramp, skank,
Slut, whore, heartless, the
List goes on and on
And relaxes me with the phrase
Chin up little soldier
Sometimes the voice will read me bed time stories
Always falling asleep
Always original and even if
I dont hear the end I
Know it is a good one unlike mine
But there are nights when I
Cant reach t
Just a thoughtyou know whats the problem with being too gentle?Just a thought in Philosophical More Like This
it almost makes me feel like I'm easy to let go.
no force is shown that Im also possessed too or
in some ways that i equally possess
untitledThere are timesuntitled in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were here
Because I don't know
How much more the
Cold will fill my loneliness
It remains a void to me
Despite what weather has brought
Could you see me now
Would I still be the same girl
That you fell in love with
Can you see
I'm no good for you
I can't survive
And I m weak
Your courageous and loving
Someone good to heart and loved
Everything I lack you excel
And while infatuated with you
Cant you tell the difference
Leave before you get hurt
By my because I can
Do something so horrid as that
Leave me be go on
You don't need me
You never did
You'll be okay because
You can always bounce back
Things are easy where all is a struggle for me
Away from my turmoil
It'll only bring you down as well
Go and stay away
Do you see the ice that fills me?
It will fill you too
If you leave and destroy
The warmth you radiate
I know it'll be my fault
And I couldn't live
Destroying something so beautiful
So goddamn beautiful
And even though you can't see it
I just want
Mental breakdownCrashing, tumbling downMental breakdown in Free Verse More Like This
Spining round and round
The pain, beating like a drumbeat
The tears, falling like rain
This pounding in my head won't stop
Drowning me, suffocating me
Tearing me apart
Riping at my heart
This pain that stings like a piercing knife
I cry, I plead, but my screams are nothing
Trying to break me
Trying to destroy me
On my knees, the hurt, it laughs
The drumbeat drives me mad
Smiling at my defeat
On the floor, weeping
This torture, I can take this no more
My mind is broken, are you happy now?
I've no will to move, to speak, to plead
I have lost to my own insanity
You have won
And I am dead
Crow's FarewellTurning,Crow's Farewell in Free Verse More Like This
Round and round.
The merry go round never stopped.
Looking back at it now,
I wondered how it was possible we ever found each other.
In this cold,
I was thankful.
I was happy,
that I found you.
Or you found me.
I'm not quite sure which one it was.
But either way,
I'm glad we met.
I had taken your locket,
The item that was so precious to you.
And even though,
I had taunted,
Even insulted you,
I wasn't human,
You called me your friend.
When I kissed you?
How I told you,
That I had read that in a book?
That friends give each other kisses?
That was never in the book.
You're so dumb,
I can't believe you fell for it.
I'm kind of glad you did.
You looked so cute when you blushed,
I couldn't help but smile.
You asked me,
If we would ever see each other again.
I told you we would,
Because I had read that,
They always meet again.
To tell you the truth,
Cracking under pressureThis place, I can take it no longerCracking under pressure in Free Verse More Like This
The voice, it is taunting me yonder
My mind, it is getting weaker
The voice, it is getting sneakier
Their eyes, like piercing knives
Their words, were never kind
The taunting, keeps pushing me closer
Their hands, keeping me from going over
The cliff, starting to crack
My sanity, strength it lacks
My body, slowly falling off the edge
My voice, it has left me and fled
My screams, unheard in the flood
My tears, they taste of blood
The ground, getting nearer
My vision, getting clearer
The earth, warm and comforting
My death, sweet and welcoming
.:Rain:..:Rain:. in Free Verse More Like This
Like tears of sadness,
Falls and hits the ground.
Cleansing and renewing the earth.
Rain drops hit my face,
Does that mean that I am renewed too?
Does that mean I am cleansed of all my mistakes?
Does that mean I can start all over again?
Falling on the window pane,
Sounds so nice and calming.
The sound makes me drowsy,
And drift away.
To dream of a better day.
Why do people look down on the rain
And wish for it to go away?
Why won't you let it cleans and renew you as well?
Let it renew the earth.
Let it wash you worries away.
Let it rain.
I feelI feel emptyI feel in Free Verse More Like This
I feel hollow
I feel lifeless
I feel nothing
I feel sadness
I feel grief
I feel loneliness
I feel sorrow
I feel crazy
I feel ill
I feel death
I feel insane
I feel lost
I feel rage
I feel fear
I feel depressed
I feel abyss
I feel colourful
I feel distorted
I feel requiem
I feel pain
I feel hurt
I feel torment
I feel scared
I feel worry
I feel anxious
I feel disturbed
I feel annoyed
I feel cornered
I feel stuck
I feel pinned
I feel restricted
I feel weak
I feel useless
I feel guilty
I feel shame
I feel silence
I feel serenity
I feel peace
I feel calm
I feel holy
I feel fallen
I feel risin
I feel damned
I feel happy
I feel joy
I feel confused
I feel scared
I feel...the end
SicknessThe pounding in my headSickness in Free Verse More Like This
The aching in my cheeks
The churning in my stomach
The inability to breath properly
It feels like I'm dying.
This suffering has lasted a few days now.
In a way, I've become used to it.
But then again, I never do.
My constant complaining
Of the need to throw up,
It worries my friends.
My mind is racing
Unable to function properly
Blinded by pain
I squeeze my eyes shut
I hold my head
I let out a groan of pain
I take in a deep breath
I cough it back out.
Why did I even bother breathing in the first place?
The light, it burns.
The noise, it annoys.
I lay down, try to rest
At least, in sleep, I don't feel the pain.
But a las, I cannot find sleep
For the pain is too great.
It laughs in my face
Hoping I am suffering more and more.
I feel sick to my stomach
I feel weak in the knees
I don't know how to go on.
Am I really dying?
If I am not, why go through this pain?! This suffering?!
You beat me
Take me away from those I care about
You confine me
And you jus
Let's See How Far We've ComeIt must be just past that event that happened last year .Let's See How Far We've Come in Free Verse More Like This
The year I ..
Has it really been a year?
It seems close than that .how time passes by.
Too quickly for my tastes, really.
Looking back on 2010, the beginning of my personal hell
To think I'd be standing here, right now, in 2011. It's amazing.
I really thought I was gonna die on that hospital bed.
I really thought
Ah, but never mind that.
I've progressed, in many ways, from then to now.
For one, my depression. Oh, how lost I was
The pain, I'm still not over it. The death
I can never let go, it seems. But at least I can hold it back.
At least I can smile again, and laugh.
I'm more happy it seems .not sure how.
How could I ever be happy when she's gone..?
But when I think about it she would have wanted me to be happy.
She'd think it silly, to cry over her like that.
"Suck it up" She'd say. Or something like that.
"There's no point in wasting your life crying." She'd say
The Vampire: AwakeningSunday, October 25th, 1983. A day which I will never forget. The I met him. The day I met the Vampire.The Vampire: Awakening in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Awakening
As I regained conciousness, a bright light shone in my eyes making me close them again, wishing for the light to go away. I paused, trying to remember how I got home. Was it all really just a dream after all? "You up yet, Sleeping Beauty?" I heard a voice call. I knew that voice. The same bone chilling voice that had scared me stiff in the alley way only moments ago. I quickly spun around to find the Vampire casually sitting on my bed, reading one of the books off of my bookshelf.
"B-but...h-how..?" I stuttered as I stared at him, just sitting th
ExamsMy head is spinningExams in Free Verse More Like This
I feel dizzy
Can't get my thoughts straight
Some I just can't find.
Pencil in hand
A blank page in front of me
My hand shakes
My heart races.
Time is ticking
I can't think fast enough
As I scribble random words
I try to turn them into sentences
Pretending I'm making sense
Hoping I get it right.
All of a sudden
Out of the blue
My thoughts disappear
I've hit a white wall.
I search for the answers
My mind can find none.
Why must I forget
When my time's just run out?
Heart pounding faster
I curse silently
Not at the paper
But to myself instead
I damn myself for no remembering
Or maybe not even understanding in the first place.
Time is up
I look at my page.
They don't make sense, even to me
Even though I wrote them.
I walk to the front
Set my paper on the desk
I leave the room
And pray for a pass.
5. GrinThere once was a boy who never smiled. He never laughed, and he never sang. Silly jokes and witty jokes could never make him smile. Not even the presents he got on his birthday or that laid under the Christmas tree could do that.5. Grin in Short Stories More Like This
"Why don't you ever smile?" People would ask him. To this, the boy always replied,
"Because, no matter how much I want you to stay with me, you'll always leave." Some people found this answer strange, and others found it absurd and promised the boy that they would never leave him. But no matter how many promises people made, they always left. "See?" The boy said, "You left me. Just like all the others.". When he said this, the boy began to weep. Then suddenly, like out of thin air, a tall, dark man appeared before the boy. He looked down to the weeping boy, and placed a hand on his head.
"Why are you so sad?" Asked the man. The boy looked up to the tall man, wiping away the last of his tears. He replied:
"Because, no matter how much I want you to stay with me,
sheep-wool covered lies.i ate your heart and reveled in the way it smashed between my molars like ripe grapes, the way i could feel the pulse beating between my clenched jaw, the life squirming in and out to stain my lips. i swallowed it whole and felt it beating like a drummer boy in the pit of my belly, your sorrow the beat i danced my day to. your misery was a lullaby i sang to myself at night, the sheep i counted when my eyes were closed. i could feel it in the way it seeped into my veins and tangled around my bones like weeds growing too fast to contain. i gloried in the power it gave me, the way i could pull your strings and make you dance, the way i could bloody your soles and your soul and at the end of the day when i slept in my bed, it was made of the gnashed bones and entrails you left behind.sheep-wool covered lies. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
is that what you want me to say?
if you want, i'll tell you about how i thrilled at the tears in your eyes. i'll tell you i manipulated the map to pull reality apart and create a fantasy for us to get lost in
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
as i cry sanctuary.the world is ending; i am borne in the bloodshed. i am stretching awake from the locked arms of the corpses, the froth of the raging sea dripping from the ends of my hair. i am naming myself death and sleeping in graves, molding sprawling metropolitan dreams from the loose sand behind the tombstones. the timeline of my hourglass is a snake swallowing its own tail. i am infinite; in this finite world, i am nothing. i watch the maddeningly swirling chaos of human destruction below the soles of my feet without a shudder. i touch the mirror and see wormholes in space. i press frayed emotion against the base of my skull and pray to science in the name of osmosis. i am whole and beautiful. i see everything; i feel nothing.as i cry sanctuary. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am the night sky thief. i burglarize the heavens and paint them on my bones. during the day, i feel the morningstar dripping down to splatter on my pelvis, drawing forth warmth with a liquid pull from the sprawling roots in my belly. i am a statue caught forever in a m
find me in the hidden life.i have this feeling in my bones that some call weakness and other call fire.find me in the hidden life. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's a driving need and a crippling desire, and it wakes me in the middle of the night with cramping calves and feet running among cotton though they reach nothing but the great beyond of the side of the bed. it's a burning that pushes me into the middle of rainstorms to dance among the cracking weather kissing the earth, and it's a spark lit under the gasoline pooled under my heart. some call me crazy and others call me sane, but if you look for me in the heart of winter, you will often find me curled under the dead oak touching the bark because i like the way life looks when it's hidden.
you'll often find me like this, looking for hidden life and concealed light. sometimes, i will search for under the frozen wrinkles and concrete-frowns of the lonely, and other times i will seek it in the ocean before the storm. i will hunt under the foliage like a hungry wolf, and i will howl at the canopy as i track it dow
in these words, i will live.this world spins fast, and still, i wonder at how i spin faster.in these words, i will live. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i wonder at how i dredge words up recycled from my lungs and unravel them into the air without care for the final product. i wonder at my love for the act of spinning, for the exhilarating, light-headed feeling i get when exposing every hidden flaw and every not-so-secret desire. you see, i am constantly coughing up my heartache and i have to wonder at the addicted high; the need to tell every sting and every warmth. the need to break open my ribcage and spill out these emotions onto canvas and paper, smearing the colors with dirtied fingertips before moving on.
yet, i do not come and look back at what i have spun; i do not have the time or inclination to come and ponder the mess and the best way at which to fix it. i simply move on. a wildfire with no care for the burnt hillsides in my wake. call me heartless, but i saw the wonder in the young boy's eyes when he saw the flames. call me heartless, but in the heart of my c
irreplaceable.Some things in life cannot be replaced.irreplaceable. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is the hymn beating within the pulses of those who mourn the shooting stars who have come and gone, who cling to the stardust of comets too hot to tie to this earth of dust and soil. This is the song lilies hum when dusk falls and the ground moves from the thrumming of a hundred pleading hearts in unison; what wheat fields cry out when absences are apparent and desperate mouths are praying into pillows late at night. This is the truth that is realized when mornings shot golden with sunlight do not pluck the beauty of dreams back into reality, but rather face the hollow space once occupied with life overflowing.
Some things in life cannot be replaced.
Some things are too precious to be created twice, but rather, are meant to be celebrated for the beauty so uniquely theirs. Some laughs cannot be recreated or mimicked or impersonated by even the silver throat of the mockingbird. Some souls are the Halley's comet of our generation, too wild to b
the emptiest word in the worldyou're the kind of beautiful that breaks down centuries.the emptiest word in the world in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have the appeal of bloodied smiles and epidemics and time winding down on the cliff edge of your poet's mouth. you're holding together shattered dreams between scarred palms and sobbing with the strain, but refusing to let go. you're picking up birds with broken wings and taping them together, refusing to give up even when they teeter off your flesh to plummet to earth like stone. refusing to stop, refusing to give in, refusingrefusingrefusing--
and you keep repeating: one more time, one more breath, one more and you'll fix them.
you're two shades from a sunrise and four seconds from a meltdown and you're still not afraid to go dancing barefoot in the ash. you're choking on smoke and spitting up wine and pulling truths from between your fractured fingers. you're licked clean and scarred and your lungs are ballooning until the air is too thick and your voice is lost in the aftermath. you're falling through closed windows onto
life lessons in death.i didn't know what pain was.life lessons in death. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
pain isn't sitting in your room with the music blasting and the world going in slow motion, because your heart's been metaphorically ripped to shreds and society doesn't understand you and your clothes don't fit [in] and your tongue has unraveled and you're too tired to try and pick it up again.
pain isn't watching your friend walk away and your dog lie under the sheets of autumn leaves and throwing your moth-eaten book into the cardboard box next to him, because if you're going to lose one friend then you might as well lose them all and your arms are sore and your chest hurts, but night is coming and somehow you're sure you'll remember how to breathe by then.
pain isn't sitting in the kitchen with your sister sobbing in the corner and the lights being too bright and remembering the way there was a full bottle of vodka on the shelf yesterday morning, and wondering what it's doing broken and empty on the bottom of the kitchen sink when she's screaming so lou
who said love was beautiful.this is not what you're expecting.who said love was beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm not going to write about the first time we kissed or the first time you whispered something beautiful into my clavicle or the first time we held hands and i swore that the earth shifted under my shoes. i'm not going to write about the first hello or the first goodbye or the first moonrise i watched reflected in your irises.
i'm not going to write about how your eyelashes are spidersilk and your mouth is a song and how when i was weaving the colors of your eyes into a sunset i got lost in the middle. i'm not going to write about how your fingers pluck symphonies above steaming mugs of tea and how looking you in the face is like holding my breath underwater.
i'm not going to write about that.
instead, i am going to write about the first time you dragged your hands through your hair and i noticed that your knuckles were scarred from too many fights and how i wasn't surprised in the slightest. i'm going to write about the time we stood in the kitchen
look, she's crying over him.five years ago--look, she's crying over him. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
we were all elbows and sheltered self-esteems. we werent noticing each other except for bumping knees and walking into each other when walking around corners. we were nameless faces in the middle of the dance floor and hesitant hands touching. i was teaching you how to move gawky feet and a stiff spine, you were hitched-laughter fogging over my ear. we were wide eyes and gangly legs and fast music. we were bubble-gum-breath and coca-cola-fingers, breaking apart like nervous colts at the end of the song.
and all the parents said: look, how sweet, shes his first dance.
two years ago--
we were all chewed-on-lips and wrung-together fingers. we were orbiting alone until we crashed blindly together. we were reintroducing with shaking hands and getting swung onto the dance floor with free-falling-breath. you were taller, faster, taking my old moves and spicing them with your own. you were flipping me over your arm and i was hovering my mo