TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
ResurrectionResurrection in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
Captain's HaikuCaptain's Haiku:Captain's Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Studied hard the night before
Fails the first question
Damn it, depression, die...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th August 2012, 12:11am (Still staring at question one)
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
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
The Assumption PoemThe Assumption Poem:The Assumption Poem in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There once was a pirate whose name was Big Brock
He was a young lad with a really big-
Gun and he tried to hold up this young lass!
He bent her right over and swiped her sweet-
Chain that she kept in her pocket out front
He took it and ran while he called her a-
Fool for keeping something nice on her dress
He ran to a bar and squeezed one young maid's-
Hand when he asked her to go out on a date
Before the big night he would go master-
Swordsmanship skills and a punch that was slick
Maybe later she would go suck on his-
Plant that was filled with some rum by the door
He smiled when she arrived for she looked like a-
Pretty young lass who was ready for love
If you thought this was dirty you can go **** yourself!
"The last word was 'love' :3"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:There are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little garden,
It's where I want to be.
I love this little garden,
Now wouldn't you like to see?
I love this little garden;
And you'll be number three...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
How To be HappyHow To be Happy:How To be Happy in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A Simple and Humourous Guide:
Often we find ourselves feeling unhappy, feeling depressed and weepy (some would say whiny), but the truth is that all of us feel undeniably shitty. Therefore, having plenty of experience in this area, I have taken it upon myself to present to you this simple guide.
Righto, you all want to be happy, but none of you are. You've tried several things:
1. Posted a shitty status on Facebook hoping someone will pay attention to you.
2. Cried after no one liked your post because you have no friends.
3. Submitted your post to DA secrets so they could use it.
4. Felt better for about 30 seconds since people faved your secret.
5. If 4 didn't apply, you cried about it some more and then went to Tumblr for the next six hours.
My dear friends, this cycle is not the solution. You are not making yourself feel better, you are making all of our art look worse, especially with step 3! Hence,
Fairy TalesAll starts as perfectFairy Tales in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all ends as such
Whatever evil that arises
Is so soon and easily crushed
By a much purer force
Be it hope, strength, or love
It all seems so pleasant
As from it we learn
That no matter the trials
We may come to face
All we need to survive them
Is a smile on our face
This all seems so good
Until the real truth we learn
There's no happily ever after
And the fight is not always won
LunaAbove the dark she sitsLuna in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing down on us from above
In her glowing white robes
Which she has stolen from another
Back always hidden from us
Sometimes we wonder why
But in the end, it doesn't matter
As long as she stays in the sky
I PromiseYou were just hereI Promise in Free Verse More Like This
I could feel your warmth
But it's growing cold now
And I can feel you fading
Please, please baby, hold on
Just a little longer, just a little longer
And you'll be all right, I promise
Just hold my hand, tighter! Don't let go
We'll pull through this together
And everything will go back to normal
No, no, don't slip away from me now...
Help is so close, so close
But you have gone so far away
I can see the distance in your eyes
You've gone. You're gone now.
My voice is failing; my heart is screaming.
LegendYou'll be remembered, that's for sureLegend in Free Verse More Like This
You saved the world, but you don't remember
That blow you dealt, hurt you as much as him
And now you'll never move again
For now we know, and are still thankful
But come a century's time, you'll be no more than a page
A little bold print, memorized for a test
Your deeds all but forgotten, spoken of in jest
Maybe a remake, through book or tv
But that's not really you that they love and see
So was it really worth it, to give all you had
To a world so unthankful, that doesn't care that you died?
StillQuiet, peacefulStill in Free Verse More Like This
So calm and serene
There's not a ripple
On the lake this morning
Let's take a while
To enjoy this time together
I hope it never ends.
Raindrop's StoryFrom fields of white I dropRaindrop's Story in Free Verse More Like This
falling, falling, falling faster
Down and down, I cannot stop
falling, falling, falling faster
Living only breifly on the ground
To disappear quickly, without a sound
Dissipating into the atmosphere
To return home and do it all again
EuropeThere she layEurope in Free Verse More Like This
Across the sea
With myriads of knowledge
Waiting for me
To go there I
Would be thrilled indeed
But should I not go
It makes no difference to me
To see the sites and enjoy the air
Would be the greatest treat
To find a home and linger there
Would be even greater still
But, alas, as things stand now
I will never get to go
Time's constraints hold me tight
But I will break them soon enough
The War InsideFighting inside myselfThe War Inside in Free Verse More Like This
Has torn me apart
Ambivalence assaults my heart
And batters my war-torn soul
I run one way, and then the other
But there is never an escape
I fear this battle will have to end
With the taking of my life
HealerThe broken fixedHealer in Free Verse More Like This
The wounded mended
The dying finding breath again
The dead once more alive
For the Healer has come, to save not only our bones
But to snatch us from Hell, and to save our souls
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
My Name is Hollow.Hello.My Name is Hollow. in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Hollow.
I live inside your soul.
Under the layers and layers of skin,
and tissue and muscle...
all the way down where nothing
and everything survives.
(I wish I knew before I trusted you
That lying is second nature to one
with as many regrets as you.)
My name is Hollow.
I live inside you now,
because you gave me the power
in all your virtuous belief
that the world was good
to survive your strength...
(I hoped to God you wouldn't
lie or steal or break what is already
a thousand pieces of a broken soul.)
My name is Hollow.
You let me in when sex
began to feel like an ache.
But the pain felt better than
dealing with the hurt
inside your head, your heart...
(This was always a world for those
that were harder than me
Strength is sometimes a very relative thing.)
My name is Hollow.
I am the jagged lines you draw
all along your skin,
your muscles, your bones...
The sharp edge of a knife,
the scarlet drops of remorse.
(Here's a question now for your
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
The JokeThe first joke is when they tell you to be strong for everybody else after your father leaves for the fourth time.The Joke in Free Verse More Like This
The next joke is when they tell you to stop being sensitive when the children at school choose to hurt you for being differentstrangeodd.
The wrong joke is when they tell you to be quiet after the beating your mother has given you has bloodied your face and you can't see through swelled shut eyes.
The funny joke is when they tell you to shut up when you stand up against the man with lifeless eyes who tried to make you as lifeless as himself.
The unaware joke is when they tell you that you should have defended yourself when three men come at you in a dark alley.
The painful joke is when they tell you you should be grateful that the man who raped you didn't kill you as well.
The angry joke is when they tell you that you are wrong for existing because being gaybilesbiantransexual is a sin.
The ignorant joke is when they tell you to be less provocative with your man when he pu
Once More, With Feeling. Names should mean more thanOnce More, With Feeling. in Free Verse More Like This
popularity in a baby book
or, being named after
your fathers father.
I wish my name had meaning,
other than, "Soap opera queens",
I wish I was a Josaphine,
an Annabelle Lee,
or a SkyAnnlike how
giving my words flight every night
just seems to give it more meaning.
I don't like being forgotten.
Who will remember a Kayla
when there are so many?
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress in Free Verse More Like This
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list, in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
PerfectShe closed her eyes, feeling the tears well up. She would not cry, she refused to. She had made her choice and she wasn't going back on it. She wanted to scream and shout, to cry and throw a fit, to hit something or someone, anyone.Perfect in Short Stories More Like This
Made a wrong turn, once or twice.
Dug my way out, blood and fire.
She put her face in her hands, ignoring the raging thoughts in her head, the constant screaming of that little voice that tried to show her just how worthless she was. Now was not the time to start paying attention to the annoying little creature.
Bad decisions, that's alright.
Welcome to my silly life.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she growled. She hadn't crawled out of the States custody as good as she was now. It had taken years for her to get over the bull, to move one more step forward and try to live that extra day.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss, "No way, it's all good."
It didn't slow me down.
The molestation. The rape. The suicide attempt. The lie
PiscesIf you have found a romantic partner in a Pisces, you have a caring, loyal, understanding partner indeed, who truly cares about you at a deep level. Pisces needs to be needed and if all elements are in place, he will stay with his partner for life, for better or for worse. He will work hard to provide the best for his family and will never complain as long as he feels his efforts are worthwhile. Pisces has an uncanny sense of what his partner is thinking, an will try to head off problems before they arise - a nice trait to have in a partner. Pisces is a creative soul and will likely have a home-based hobby or two, and showing interest in what interests him will go a long way towards cementing your relationship with your Pisces partner.Pisces in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The best matches for Pisces, not surprisingly, are the other water signs of Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces, but it might work with Aries, Taurus, Capricorn, or Aquarius. It will likely be tough going wi
KONY201207:37:34 PM All the power to you Ferry!KONY2012 in Emotional More Like This
07:37:46 PM Aight!
07:37:52 PM The video is very important, kiddos
07:38:03 PM As the generation about to go into the world
07:38:08 PM What we do today will make a mark on what the world tomorrow is like
07:38:18 PM Kony 2012 is a movement to the most extreme
07:38:37 PM Joseph Kony is not just a terrorist
07:38:42 PM He is a sick, twisted individual
07:38:47 PM He kidnaps Ugandan children
07:38:52 PM And forces them to be his child army
07:38:57 PM Makes them mutilate otehrs
07:38:58 PM Kill
07:39:03 PM Even murder their own parents
07:39:30 PM Oh Damn *watches*
07:39:47 PM This movement is to get people around the world
07:39:48 PM Millions
07:39:50 PM Billions
07:39:52 PM Even trillions
07:39:54 PM To stand up
07:39:58 PM People like you and me
07:40:06 PM Kids
07:40:08 PM Teenagers
07:40:25 PM No matter race or color, religion, class, everyone
07:41:27 PM I, personally, don't want to know that this kinda warped and tw
Along The Garden PathThe ground is dappled with the shadows of the leaves overhead, a tranquil scene from a movie that seems unbearably perfect for romance or happiness. I sigh and kick a pebble, the fact that my mind immediately thinks romance causing me much annoyance. I narrow my eyes and look up, the sun filtering through the leaves high overhead.Along The Garden Path in Short Stories More Like This
Why am I even here? I can't help but wonder. I really have nothing important in my life, the most I have going for me is that my friends like what I write. I narrow my brows angrily, my nose wrinkled in disgust. I was such a depressing person, my only saving grace is that I try and make up for my depression by making the people around me happy.
I close my eyes and the branches creak overhead from the wind, and it's soothing. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird..." I sing quietly to myself, opening my eyes. Mom.
I think about my mom, and not my step-mom this time. My biological Mom, the woman who has pu
A Quiet SurpriseA Quiet Surprise in Short Stories More Like This
Poking his head out of the den, the black tom blinked repetetively as he focused his eyes to the new light. He stretched leisurely then briefly checked that his fur was looking neat before heading out into the clearing. As he strolled out into the center, he glanced around checking for any sign of tribe-mates.
The blue-gray cat darted quickly into the camp, blue eyes glancing around warily from side to side before trotting quickly over to the prey pile, dropping the squirrely and giving it's chest a few swift licks. Large and brawny, the muscular cat's orange tattoo flared brightly once before the cat turned, intent on racing back out of the camp.
Ozias narrowed his eyes at the she-cat's suspicious behaviour. Ears flickering curiously he wondered whether it was any of his business for a few moment before finally deciding that he was a guard and he should be protecting, therefore it was his business somewhat. Openiing his mouth, he called a greeting to her.
The she-cat froze, tail fluff
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Sin walked in, his clothes splattered with drying blood, looking bored and irritated. Without a moment's hesitation, he goes and sits on the sofa, propping his feet up on the table and snatching up the remote, flicking through the channels quickly.
Christine was busy in her kitchen, making a turkey sandwich. It would probably last her for the day. She sighed, closing the fridge door and grabbing her sandwich.
Sin's head snapped up, turning toward the kitchen. He muted the TV, listening carefully, trying to decide how to handle the inevitable situation. He could hide but not for long- he'd get bored. He could leave... but he was too lazy. He supposed he'd just have to stay and see what happened- and for the first time in quite a while, Sin found himself hoping he wouldn't have to kill whoever was unfortunate enough to be home right then.
Christine took a bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly, before turning and walking into the living room and towards her couch. She sat down and, after a
Playful Banter[Orange-Fire / Eva / The Watch Point] A blue gray cat padded across the sea grass, long, fluffy tail blew gently in the sea-bourne wind. A slight shiver raced down the cat's spine as blue eyes looked up at the cluiff, a darkened ear flicking slightly before it padded with careful but deliberate steps upwards. It cared not for the view, though it was breathtaking, nor for the memories this place held for other cats. But merely for the presence of the other cats happiness and joy, the love that seemed to cling so heavily on both rocks and air in this place that it made the cat feel, almost, like it has just as much of a place here to belong then anything else. The cat would never admit to it, though. Nor would it admit any of it's feels to others, as it preferred to hide itself when others were around.Playful Banter in Short Stories More Like This
[Green-Fire / Tibal / The Watch Point] Slowly and silently, the young adolescent Tibal carefully scanned his eyes across the grass, looking for a certain something, but appear to have trou
Valin's WorriedValin proceeded to knock upon Christine's door. Since last time they met...He was kinda worried of Christine...When she said Guess so..."Christine? Open up!" He said calmly.Valin's Worried in Short Stories More Like This
Christine morphed into a cat, burying herself further into her many blankets. It was too early... Maybe if she stayed quiet, he'd go away. She yawned and closed her eyes once more.
Valin banged on the door "It's important...I need to see how you are feeling!"
Christine rolled her eyes. Couldn't he just let her sleep? She dug her head in deeper. He could just deal with his supposed worry for now. Like he really gave a damn about her, anyways.
Valin kept on banging the door. Not stopping. "You fool! It's about the growth potion and how you been taking to much of it...Could effect your body now! I need to see if you are normal!"
"I'm normal!" She yowled. "Now go away, I'm trying to sleep!"
"But I need to test you..." Valin sighed "Fine...Have fun with your sleep" He said, walking slowly away and muttering
"What do you
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American DreamBrianna ChurchillAmerican Dream in Philosophical More Like This
May 24, 2011
The American Dream
I know my box doesn't seem to represent much in the usual sense of the what 'American Dream' is. Most people would expect a house, cars, lots of expensive things, everything that show's how rich and important someone is. I didn't want my box to look like other peoples or show what a stereotypical 'Dream' is. I wanted something that was different and complete, something that got more to the point of what I believe the true American Dream is.
I started out with covering the whole box in black paper. Why black paper? Because black is the color most associated with nighttime, and nighttime is when we do most of our dreaming. Sure, we day dream, but it's not the same as a real dream. In those dreams, you can do anything.
Convince YourselfConvince Yourself in Fan Fiction More Like This
Here he was, blowing around the countryside, keeping watch over what little lands his small tribe had left, thinking about her again. Kouga knew Kagome was the one for him. She was loyal, spirited, strong and attractive. He wouldn't hold her being human against her, but if she were a demon it would make claiming her so much easier.
It was a very complicate situation and Kouga didn't understand the dilemma. For him it was very simple. He was an ookami prince, strong, and his tribe had lands. He didn't consider himself hard to look at, he knew how to woo a female, he treated Kagome with respect every time he saw her, and it had to be obvious to her he was strong and could provide for her, considering he helped provide for the two remaining members of his tribe, Hakaku and Ginta. For any other female he would be a prize catch. Hell, just take a look at Ayame! He couldn't shake her no matter
It All Comes Down to ThisKouga sat on the bolder, arms dangling loosely over his knees at the elbow, head hung down between his shoulders.It All Comes Down to This in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, slick," he thought, "what a fine mess we have gotten ourselves into this early morning." This had been his first coherent thought since he left Kagome a short while ago.
Kouga had come across Kagome wandering aimlessly through the woods, in tears because InuYasha had snuck off from the campsite in the dead of night to follow Kikyou's soul collectors to her. The soul collector's bright light had awoken her, and as was customary when she found them but no InuYasha, so followed quietly as well. As always, she found InuYasha with Kikyou and Kikyou was a bit too close to the hanyou for Kagome's comfort, however, said hanyou did not seem to mind. From what Kagome had over-heard quite clearly they were discussing InuYasha's self imposed pledge to avenge Kikyou's death and Kikyou was still pushing the issue of InuYasha going to Hel
All In Good TimeAll In Good Time in General Fiction More Like This
Miroku lay back on the grass, his left arm folded behind his head, staring wistfully at his covered right hand. True, his kazaana bothered him, but for the first time in his life he felt hope for the future. Something he had never dared to dream of until he met Sango.
Due to Naraku's deceit Sango had come to their group to destroy InuYasha. She stayed because she needed them and to help with their mission of collecting jewel shards and defeating Naraku. Basically the same as the rest of the group. However, somewhere along the long traveled roads and endless days together, they had become friends. They had fallen in love.
Sango gave him a different mission, something beyond defeating Naraku and saving his heirs from the curse in his hand. She had sat with him, listening to him explain himself before asking for her hand and she had said yes. He had found someone who loved him and he was surprised to f
Getting Through the NightGetting Through the Night in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everyone knew InuYasha hated the night of the new moon, they knew he hated losing his power, and they knew he hated feeling like a weak human. And cycle after cycle his friends gathered around him to keep him company and help keep him safe. Sometimes he went to Kagome's time but if that weren't possible he and his companions would find a cave to make camp in, and Kagome would host what she liked to call a "sleep over."
Kagome explained that in her time she and her friends would have these "sleep overs" where they would sit up all night telling stories, watching movies, eating popcorn and other snacks, trying to scare each other with stories, and practicing "make overs." Miroku thought it best not participate in the make overs but the rest sounded like a good way to pass a long night. InuYasha simply replied with his usual, "Keh," and went along with her idea.
For their first sleep over Shippou was left with Kaede and they picked a cave close
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Kagome lay in her bed, well after midnight, thinking of Sango. The well had been closed for almost a year now, and she felt sure the young demon slayer and monk had married. She wondered how the preparations had gone. What did they wear? What was said during the ceremony? Who presided? Did they go back to the slayer village or build a hut near Kaede? What was the party after the ceremony like?
With a slight smile Kagome also wondered if the monk had made good on his desire to start a family right away. Was Sango pregnant by now? How did she look? Was she eating right? Would it be a boy or girl? How was her health? She hoped the birthing would be easy on her friend. She knew Miroku would be so happy he'd be beside himself with all the activity.
Kagome found her thoughts wandering toward her school friends. They a
No Ones HomeNo Ones Home in General Fiction More Like This
It had been some time since Kouga had seen Kagome and he was headed to the village she stayed in to find her. Naraku had been defeated almost a month ago and he felt he had given her ample time to say her goodbyes to her group. Of course they would always be welcome in his lands but it was time for her to leave them behind and come with him to be his mate. He realized she had always denied him but Kouga felt sure Kagome was only biding her time until Naraku was gone. After that happened he saw no reason for her to not want to return to the lands of his clan to be his mate.
As he approached the village he recognized the familiar youkai of Kagome's kit, the fire cat and InuYasha. Kouga was approached by the cat first. Kirara met him at the edge of the village as a full demon, roaring a warning to him before she stepped aside to let him pass. The cat's reaction unsettled him, feeling certain she had never approac
And He Said YesAnd He Said Yes in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes?" Kagome asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Inuyasha replied sincerely.
"Yes!" Kagome squealed, jumping up and down, laughing. She threw her arms around her mate, laughing wildly. Inuyasha threw his arms around her waist, swinging her in a circle. Her enthusiasm was contagious and he was now sporting a smile all his own.
"What's all the noise?" Sango called from Kaede's hut, coming out to see the two laughing fools stopping mid-circle for a kiss.
"Sango! He said yes!" Sango rushed to the pair, throwing her arms around Kagome.
"That's wonderful, Kagome! Miroku!"
"Hai, Sango," came the monks reply as he walked up to join the group.
"Inuyasha said yes! Can you believe it?" Sango turned to her husband, hugging him warmly.
"Wonderful news, Lady Kagome! Inuyasha!" The monk said, clapping his friend on the back.
Everyone turned as Kaede came forward to join the group. Inuyasha and Kagome
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Shippo clapped his hands together and rubbed them anxiously. Looking at his latest prank he couldn't help but giggle before he scampered off after his prey.
Peaking around a bush, he found Kagome leaned up against Goshinboku with Inuyasha's head in her lap, his arms above his head and wrapped around her waist, hands clasped at her back. They were enjoying the crisp autumn afternoon, the leaves falling around them with the sway of the tree's branches. They were smiling warmly at eachother, Kagome tickling Inuyasha's ear with an orange leaf until it twitched. Each time she would giggle, he other hand touching him miscellaneously. Shippo eased back on his haunches, all ideas of terrorizing the hanyou now gone.
Never had Shippo seen Inuyasha so relaxed and the simple ease of the situation wasn't lost on the kit. You would never know to look at them now how volatile their relationship had been before Kagome was returned to he
I Know That SmellAuthor's Notes: InuYasha and all characters in this fan fiction are the property of Rumiko Takahashi.I Know That Smell in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha bolted through the woods, occasionally taking to the trees to get back faster. He had been hunting in the farthest reaches of his forest when he caught the familiar yet out of place scent on the wind.
"There's no way I should be smelling this! The well has been closed for 3 years! Someone's gonna have some explaining to do when I get back," he thought to himself.
Reaching the village he raced straight through, ignoring the calls from the villagers and his friends. InuYasha was getting closer to the source of the smell that had him so confused and he was not stopping to chit-chat with anyone along the way. He slowed his pace as he neared the clearing where the Bone Eaters well sat, coming to a stop just along the edge to sniff the air one more time before he stepped out of the forest. Sure enough, there
Sharing What She Knows"Did you know," Kagome teased Souta, "that different colored cows make different kinds of milk?"Sharing What She Knows in General Fiction More Like This
A 5 year old Souta stared at his sister in disbelief.
"Can you guess what color cow makes chocolate milk?" Kagome asked.
"Brown!" Souta offered triumphantly.
"You're right! What about white cows?"
Souta's face scrunched up in deep thought. "What about brown and white cows, Kagome?"
"They make white and chocolate milk, Souta. And strawberry milk comes from white cows that have only been fed strawberries."
Kagome leaned close to her little brother and spoke so only he could hear. "And did you know that marshmallows are actually dried up snowman poop?" Souta was amazed at how smart his sister was and told her so.
"Wow, Kagome, you're smart!"
"Souta!" Kagome's mother called. "Time to leave for school!"
"Bye, Kagome! I can't wait to tell my class what you taught me!"
Kagome giggled to he
Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.