KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 27)Actually, I ended up sleeping to his house a while after the incident with my mom. I was going to school, Kyu was calling my parents after school to tell them I was still alive and perfectly fine, they were hanging up right after they heard him talk because they didn't like him that much now that he had brought me to his house, and Kyu was laughing before hanging up too and hugging me tight. Most of the time, I was snuggling in his arms and asking for a kiss, and he gave me the kiss before hugging me more and hiding his face against my neck, softly smelling me like a puppy, making me laugh.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 27) in Romance More Like This
At school, everything was okay. My friends had come back to me and they had also stopped completely disapproving of Kyu being my boyfriend. They kept bugging me everyday about what had happened the night before. I smiled. They had been doing this since the day I started living with Kyu for a while. I was happy they had stopped hating Kyu so much. Also, I had talked to Min about his past relationship
HenMi - Sunny Day (Chapter 3)"Erm so Cho Kyuhyun is your ex?"HenMi - Sunny Day (Chapter 3) in Romance More Like This
"Yeah, Kui Xian is my ex. But we left each other without making a fuss about it. We didn't love each other anymore."
I wanted to slap myself, but I couldn't do this in front of him so I did it mentally only. Of course Kyu wanted to match me with this guy He knew him. He knew him and he knew that guy's personality. And maybe that guy's money too.
"And do you erm ?"
"Still like him? Nah, I don't even talk to him anymore. I don't hate him, but we're not really even friends anymore."
I nodded softly without knowing why I was nodding exactly.
Awkward silence. I promised myself I would have to punch Kyuhyun in the face the next time I would see him. How could he let me alone with a guy I didn't know? Plus, this guy was his ex! Why did he want to match me with his ex?
"Does it bother you that Kui Xian is my ex?"
"The only thing bothering me is that he's playing matchmak
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 19)I didn't talk about my idea to Kyu. He didn't need to know. Especially since the idea needed a Kyu who didn't know anything about it. Ame and Ama had helped me thinking about it - actually they had thought about it more than me, since I was still a bit too innocent to think about lying to someone - and everything was ready. We only needed Kyu's unconscious help and everything would be perfect. We only needed Kyu to settle a day and a place for a first date.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 19) in Romance More Like This
It happened one month later - one month only, since Kyu was busy all the time, with the end of the year coming soon and his role as Romeo taking most of his weekends. I had started talking to my 'friends' again and spending more time with them since Kyu was busy, and they seemed to have forgotten the 'choice' they had given to me.
We didn't have school on Friday, so Kyu called on Thursday, around 8 PM, while the girls were with me at my house, trying to teach me more about the real world. I made them stay silent before answering.
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 12)The next morning, the first thing Kyuhyun did when he saw me at school was running in my direction to hug me tight. I hid in his arms as he was rubbing softly his cheek in my hair.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 12) in Romance More Like This
"Wookie-ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't know I didn't know it would hurt you and and "
"Gwaenchanha, Kyu "
He opened wide eyes and kissed me breathlessly before I softly pushed him back, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"You just called me 'Kyu'!"
I blushed softly and hid again in his arms. "That's I called you 'Kyu' in the texts yesterday night "
"But in person, it's better."
I wanted to protest but nah. I preferred hiding in his arms, my face against his neck, smelling the sweet scent of his skin so I would never forget it. He smiled when he noticed what I was doing.
"I hope I smell good," he said jokingly.
"You do," I replied seriously.
He chuckled. "I was asking this as a joke, Wookie-ah."
"But you really smell good. Better than Min and Ye," I added innocentl
KyuWook - Love Again (3)"Oppaaaas ~ We're heeeere ~" smiled Ama - I could never remember her entire name, so I just called her Ama - before sitting in front of me, pushing Sungmin-hyung one desk further to the front. I laughed a bit. I just loved how that super tiny Taiwanese girl was so evil with everyone.KyuWook - Love Again (3) in Romance More Like This
"Hi oppas", Elena greeted us. She was Bulgarian, not Asian like the rest of us, but we still liked her a lot. She was more discreet than Ama, but she was also nicer. She acted more mature too, so we often called her Noo 'Na, though she was younger than Sungmin-hyung and I. Younger, yep, but taller than me.
I nodded softly. The atmosphere was definitely lighter now that they were here. Though Ama soon frowned, seeing how Kyu suddenly had cold eyes.
"Baby Kyu, are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry", he said, smiling.
I shivered. His smile wasn't a happy smile. More like a shark smile. Noo 'Na pouted.
"I don't believe you."
Ama pouted too.
"Me neither. You look so sad, baby."
"I'm okay, Ama, Noo 'Na. I
KyuWook - Kyuhyun in Wonderland (chpt 11-final)"Kyu-ah! C'mon, wake up!"KyuWook - Kyuhyun in Wonderland (chpt 11-final) in Romance More Like This
I opened my eyes in my bed. At home.
I sat, disorientated. This room this was my room. This was my bed. Over there, this was my desk. Oh, and I was wearing my boxers. I was back home. This really had been a dream.
"This hehe " I tried laughing at the stupidity of the dream, but couldn't. Instead, I felt tears flowing down my cheeks as some kind of painful feeling filled my heart. I started crying like a baby without really knowing the reason why.
It took a while, but I finally was able to calm down. I turned to get up, but when I stood, a burning pain rushed through my left leg and I concentrated not to scream. I fell on the floor, tears appearing in my eyes again, and I took a look at my leg. There was a white scar on my Achilles' tendon.
Where I got that cut in my dream.
"His Achilles' tendon was cut a while ago, I would say of course, this is painful, but I don't know how he managed to walk normal
KyuWook - Love again (1)"Kyu."KyuWook - Love again (1) in Romance More Like This
He didn't reply. He was fighting so his tears wouldn't come out. But, despite his efforts, I could see the wet trails on his cheeks. I sat next to him and opened my arms, offering a hug. It didn't take long before he snuggled in my arms, crying so much it broke my heart.
"Shh Shhhh it's okay it's going to be okay "
He was trying so hard to stop crying. I patted his head, brushed softly a hand in his fluffy hair, trying to calm him down.
"You're going to be okay, Kyu You're a good guy and you're so handsome, surely you'll find someone else out there "
"But but I I !"
"You loved him. I know you did "
'And your love was so pure ' I mentally added for myself. I sighed. How could hyung not want that love anymore? Kyuhyun was evil at times, but when he was in love, he acted like a kid, so happy, so simple. A simple kiss on the cheek from the person he liked was all he needed to be happy for the rest of the day. Girls from ou
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 20)Having forgotten to put an alarm to wake up early enough the day after, I woke up at 10 and freaked out when I saw what time it was.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 20) in Romance More Like This
"WHAT?! Oh gosh!"
I jumped out of my bed and started running everywhere. I stayed 10 minutes in front of my wardrobe, trying to choose my clothes for the day, before I gave up and decided to go and take a shower while thinking about that problem. When I came out, I jumped on my accessories so my hair would look okay before running through the house to get to my room while being completely naked. I kind of yelped when I saw it was already 10:45 and I jumped in my boxers before trying to find clothes for the day. 10:55 arrived without me being able to choose and I felt my heart skip a beat when the doorbell rang. I yelped again and hesitated for a few seconds before running to the door in my boxers, checking if the person really was Kyu, unlocking the door, hiding in a corner and yelling to Kyu that he could enter. He opened the door and raised a brow when
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 16)I shyly knocked on the door of the auditorium and waited. After a few seconds, a girl opened the door and I bit my lip.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 16) in Romance More Like This
"S-sorry for interrupting is is Kyuhyun here?"
She nodded and looked behind her. "Romeo, Juliet is here!"
I blushed furiously as she took my hand to pull me inside. She closed the door behind us and pushed me to the stage, where Kyu was trying out his Romeo costume. He looked so handsome
"Wookie-ah? What are you oh, wait. Siwon, your hands! Let my butt alone!"
The guy who was helping him with the costume smiled and removed his hands from Kyuhyun's buttocks. I felt my heart fill with jealousy but I did my best to contain it and I simply sighed softly.
"Kyu I need to talk to you "
He frowned when he heard the sadness in my voice and gently pushed the guy near him before jumping down the stage. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. We left the auditorium without Kyu caring about the fact that he was wearing a costume and, once we
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 13)I went under the tree as soon as possible after the bell for lunchtime rang, my lunchbox with me. Min was not there yet, but he arrived ten seconds after I started opening my lunchbox to get my sandwich. He smiled when he saw I was already there and waved, running in my direction. I waved back and softly tilted my head to the side when he let himself fall on the ground next to me, sweaty and out of breathe.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 13) in Romance More Like This
"Hmm, did you have PE right before lunch, by any chance?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Hey, how did you guess?"
I simply smiled and shrugged. With Min, I knew when he was asking a question and when he was simply joking. I brushed a hand in his hair, trying to let air go through them to refresh him a little. "So, what did you want to tell me?"
He sat. "Not now. Let's eat, I'll tell you after."
"Min is always hungry."
"Because I use a lot of energy."
"Yeah, because you just came back from PE. But you're hungry even after French or math."
"My brain is using a lot of energy too."
I laughed so
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:Yeah I'm Stupid! in Free Verse More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
My Eternal CurseMy Eternal Curse:My Eternal Curse in Free Verse More Like This
Since the time I was awakened,
From the dawn I lived and breathed.
I have always walked alone,
For I carry a dark disease.
No matter where I go,
No matter where I'm born.
Always it will reveal itself,
Always I am torn.
The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,
And soon the change will take it's place.
My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,
It is my deep and dark disgrace...
Silverback, they called me,
Bane of men and beast alike.
Knights and templar, each and all,
Sought to have me on a pike.
I've killed so many countless men,
They are faceless in my waking dreams.
Bones shall litter the depths of my lair,
As I wash the blood away in streams.
I seek not an end to my torment and pain,
But leave me now in peace to die.
Or come into the den of evil,
And your head will be the first to fly.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th February 2012
Sweet Bird in A CageSweet Bird in a Cage:Sweet Bird in A Cage in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Black forces, burned you all away...
How could I sit by and watch you die?
Sleep soundly on the bed where you used to lie.
Your legs and your arms were bleeding,
Burned stump on the night, were you crying?
How sweet was the sound of you dying?
In pools of blood, were you smiling?
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
I wondered, how I used to hate...
Your life and your sweetness inside,
I took your life on that cold night...
Crying all these tears of weakness,
Sweet bird you took on my sickness.
Deep inside of the forest of witches,
You lie in the darkest ditches...
Sweet bird you lived your life in a cage,
Now I'm filled with a horrid and empty rage.
Though I took, I'm never satisfied,
I miss you, now I'll come to your side...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 2nd March 2012
You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:You Lift Me Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...
But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance
It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...
Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to return to my home
And when I do; may I take you there?
For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed
It is sad to know, that they have been corrupted
Sadder still, to be denied a home
Yet the warmth of the hearts that choose to surro
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You...Chasing Shadows of You... in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the years that pass me by,
It seems I am forever trapped.
For when it comes to deceiving myself,
I'm afraid I'm rather apt.
In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door...
A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore.
And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen.
I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012
OBSCUREOBSCURE:OBSCURE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.
Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.
I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.
I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...
A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
The FarseerThe Farseer:The Farseer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...
His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.
He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...
It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his many sisters;
And I'm sure you know it to be true...
Now tell me creature, what do you see?
Can your eyes discern the fate of man?
Do you presume to mock us with tainted power;
Claiming to know of our Father's hand?
If you know the future, then you know what we want.
Repent now and recite the truth!
Accept the word of our Ho
Just Pull the TriggerThis pain I feel inside,Just Pull the Trigger in Free Verse More Like This
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
And load, just pull the trigger!
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014
Dog's Life Prologue - EunHaeThere was that stray dog. A big mixed blood dog sleeping in a small alleyway between the public school and a big rental building composed of offices and studios. This big dog was abandoned by his master a year ago. He survived by eating up garbage and drinking rain water and whatever it could find. Nobody cared about him and that was why that beautiful sunny day of summer, he decided he would die. He laid on his side, closed his eyes and waited.Dog's Life Prologue - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dog opened his eyes. There was a human next to him, now, kneeling beside him. The human stroke his brown fur, gentle. He smiled and placed some food in front of him.
-You are probably hungry, aren't you? You want some strawberries?
The dog moved slowly, taking the food. The human search in his bag and took out a bottle of water, giving the dog some. The dog only look at the nice human then drank. He sat and looked at the human with hope. The human only smiled, stoke his fur again and left, going towards the big building. The dog
Sixteen Hours Chapter 2 - EunHaeKyuhyun arrived at the hospital, a hard-covered book under his arm. Even if he was curious to see what was inside, since his hyungs never wanted to show, he never opened it on his way there. Evertime he would look at the cover, a deep blue with the word ''album'' written in gold, his finger in mid-way of the book to open it, he would turn it over and sight. He wanted to see, but he didn't want to bring himself to look at pictures that were very personnal. It was just not fair for Donghae-hyung who was suffering so much right now. He could guess it was memories between those two, and that was why he couldn't bring himself to even peek inside.Sixteen Hours Chapter 2 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He joined Leeteuk and Kangin, Shindong leaving for the cafeteria to get some food for them, and gave the album to the elder.
-Thank you, Kyuhyun.
-Pleasure. Hyung is still inside?
The fact that Kyuhyun was actually said ''hyung'' was enough to remind the two other men how bad the situation was. Leeteuk nodded.
-Yes. He still didn't sleep...Can you
Sixteen Hours Chapter 3 - EunHae-Well done, everyone! One concert left and we can get some rest!Sixteen Hours Chapter 3 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeteuk hugged everyone and encouraged them to go get some sleep. They went back to the hotel and went in their rooms, to get some sleep. They had a concert the day after in the last town, then they would go back to the dorm and get some days off before practicing and doin g their own stuff again. The fans were wonderful and incredible, it made it hard for most of them to go to sleep quickly, like everytime. Donghae and Eunhyuk were sharing a room, like everyone else hadto do to cut a little of the expenses. They were sitting on the bed, talking about what happened during the concert.
-We should sleep now, said Eunhyuk. Leeteuk-hyung will be mad at us if we don't sleep at all.
-Yah, I agree.
Hyukjae suddenly got up, took out his camera and smiled widely.
-You and your pictures, said Donghae, laughing.
-Please? I took loads of the others, but you were always running around, playing tricks with Kyuhyun!
Biting Feelings Chapter 21 - EunhaeWhen Hyukjae finally got in class, he was only two minutes late, which wasn't that bad. Miss Kaen still was slightly mad, but let it pass since it was the first time he was ever late. He sat down on his chair, opened everything and waved hello to his two friends who were staring at him with enormous questions marks in their eyes. At lunch break, the thin student was able to avoid any question in such a spectacular way, Kyuhyun couldn't believe nothing happened the night before.Biting Feelings Chapter 21 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-What are you hiding, asked Kyuhyun suddenly, frowning.
-Yeah, Hyukjae, it's not like you to be late, added Shindong.
-I already told you, I overslept. It happens.
Hyukjae groaned, annoyed. Kyuhyun looked at his chubby friend, but he only shrugged, giving up on asking more. The nerdy student shook his head, not happy about it. That was it. He was going to take his investigation further. If Hyukjae wouldn't say anything, maybe someone at the bar would. Since it was the beginning of the week, there was no wa
Biting Feeling Chapter 12 - EunhaeHeechul's plan was extremely vague, though very simple. The only thing Hyukjae had to do was to go back to the back one night without a concert with his friends. That and wear clothes that fit him perfectly. “Be well dressed, that simple”, that's what he said. Hyukjae almost asked him if he was questioning his clothes taste, but the wink he did right before leaving made him understand what he really wanted him to do. Get Donghae's attention, be well dressed as 'make yourself desirable'. Well...he could try. Thing was to get his friends into that plan without them knowing there was a plan.Biting Feeling Chapter 12 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kyuhyun would be the hardest to convince there is nothing going on. Shindong...well, the skinny student knew Shindong well enough to know he wouldn't be stupid enough to not guess something was up. Shindong was way brighter than Kyuhyun made him look, and Hyukjae wasn't stupid enough to not let him know about that plan...
So, in the end, Shindong would know about it, because Hyukjae knew h
Biting Feeling Chapter 1 - EunhaeIt was out of curiosity that Lee Hyukjae, regular high school student, walked into that infamous bar. People in is school were talking about that singer, Moonlight, that woman with a hypnotising voice. Guys were heads over heels for this woman, saying she was hot and sexy, taking pictures of her when they had the luck to get inside.Biting Feeling Chapter 1 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To be honest, the only thing Hyukjae would be interested in was her voice, since he was into men. Of course, nobody knew about it, except his friends, since he was too shy to do so and didn't want to get bullied because of it. Well, he wasn't the guy girls would run after. Skinny, a little too much, his smile too wide for his taste, showing his gums when he was extremely happy. Not that good at school, just average. People didn't care about average people, and that was why he never had a date in his high school years, even now at his last one. He never had that luck, even with girls. So, maybe if he loved Moonlight voice, he could talk about it with some of
Biting Feeling Chapter 17 - EunhaeIt took three weeks before Hyukjae went out again. Exams were done and they had almost no homework to do, since it was one of those calm periods you could have within the school year. It would be the perfect time to go out and have fun with his friends. It would be, if he hadn't had this conversation with Shindong a few days ago.Biting Feeling Chapter 17 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-You went on a date with Ariane-Li? Really?
-Yeah...I mean, she's really nice...and...I...I kinda like her...you know, said shyly Shindong over the phone.
-Was it nice?
-Yeah! I had a lot of fun, and I think she did too. She said...she said she would go out with me next time too.
-That's great! I bet you didn't tell Kyuhyun.
-Hell no. He wanted me to use her for information, remember? I don't want to give him the satisfaction he was right...Not now.
-I'm glad for you, really! Keep me up to date, okay?
-Yeah, sure. I didn't call you only for that, though.
-Really? What is it?
Shindong seemed hesitant in saying anything. It actually took a little push from Hyukj
Biting Feeling Chapter 16 - Eunhae-YOU WHAT?Biting Feeling Chapter 16 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Shut up, Kyuhyun!
Hyukjae was blushing, his hand against his tall friend's mouth. He could stop the brilliant student from staring at him with the biggest question mark he ever had on his face, something knew for everyone, still getting over what his friend just told him. Shindong was as surprised, but it was a silent reaction.
-Don't scream it, damn it! I don't want to be killed by the fangirls!
-That's what happened, asked Shindong, his mouth still wide open.
He let Kyuhyun's mouth free, seeing how he had calmed down a bit. He then sighed, pulling up the collar of his shirt higher.
-Look, I know I shouldn't have...
-Who topped, asked Kyuhyun, soon hit by Shindong.
-That's not the point, said Shindong. What happened after that?
-I ran home.
-Oh shut up, Kyu. I bet you would have done worse if you had slept with a guy.
-I'm straight, he's not. Of course I would have done worse. Still, Hyukjae wanted it, or else he wouldn't have done it. I mean, he p
Bothering Friends Epilogue - YeTeukShe holded her promise, suprisingly. She waited for a moment where the three of them where together, Leeteuk next to Yesung, his head on his shoulder, a little tired because he had to get up early that morning. Valerie was eating her lunch when, suddenly, she put her fork on the table and looked at them, with a terribly serious face.Bothering Friends Epilogue - YeTeuk in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-To think I wasn't agreeing with your couple at first...
Teukie lift his head, surprised. He looked at his friend, then his lover, not sure if he had heard correctly.
-I said, ''To think I wasn't agreeing with your couple at first''. You deaf?
-You weren't? Why didn't you told me?
-Are you serious, she said, staring at him. You would have been crazy enough to break up with Yesung so I would not feel bad about you to being together.
-I have to agree with her, Teukie, said softly Yesung, avoiding to look at him.
-You knew, Ye?
-He didn't really have a choice, Teukie, I made it clear from the first day you two went together. But don't worry, eve
Bothering Friends Chapter 11 - YeTeukWhen Valerie came back at school, the day after, Leeteuk almost jumped on her. He was really curious to know why she had left school so early and why she didn't say anything of what she was doing to him. Yesung didn't care that much, he just wanted to ask her a favour. He wasn't sure if she was going to help him, but it was worth a try.Bothering Friends Chapter 11 - YeTeuk in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-So, asked Leeteuk, with a big smile. What did you do yesterday?
-Nothing much? You said you would tell me! It's probably not nothing, you don't miss school for nothing!
-You are too curious for your own good, Leeteuk...she added, sighting.
-Please, you said you would tell me...
-Maybe it's personnal, Teukie, suddenly said Yesung. She'll tell you when she'll feel like it.
Both Leeteuk and Valerie stared at him, surprised, mostly Valerie who couldn't believe he just took his side. She frowned a little while the elder nodded and said he could wait, smiling at them.
''What do you want, Yesung?''
''I can't help?''
''I don't beli
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyThe Artist in Free Verse More Like This
To leave their home for her newest installation piece
She cried sometimes for no reason other than
She felt like having a good cry
Her house was covered in her students’ drawings
She said the best art was produced from innocence
She went mad once, and painted canvas after canvas
In furious strokes of black
The soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew old
People shook their heads when they saw her
And whispered “poor dear” under their breath
But she was never poor
Her love for everything and everyone never died
It was swept in all directions like a summer breeze
Making people smile without knowing why
But the river rocks know
Soul JuiceSqueeze out the last drops in glorious colorSoul Juice in Free Verse More Like This
The rind is mashed, rotten, ruined
But the juice is beautiful
When I dream of myself, or others, we're
always in our prime
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificantBefore The Stars Fade in Free Verse More Like This
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors
Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast
I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, to howl my existence, to
eat fresh dreams
Dying is no way to live, but its all we seem capable of doing
Last one on earth, please turn off the lights
Maybe we can remember one dream that hasn't been mauled, one last time
One smile before the stars all fade and we're left with nothing
and become nothing
Fathers Who Lose Their ChildrenMid-morning, the pain meds are wearing offFathers Who Lose Their Children in Free Verse More Like This
I’m wearing down; descent
Twist that knife in my back until it comes through
All the way into my heart
Yesterday was glorious, warm and bright
Before the fall into grey
Today all I can see is train tracks receding over the horizon
The wandering poet forever gone
Fresh wounds appear before the old ones heal
I’m fading fast, away
Walk a thousand miles down lonely roads dreaming
You, huddled in a boxcar
Forever young, bold, full of love, standing tall
As I grow old, bitter, betrayed
By the bright promises of yesterday’s sun that failed
You, forever golden
A Charmed LifeDoll-faced men and sinkholes, ancient tombstonesA Charmed Life in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves piled ankle-deep, falling down
Old wells, old graves, old friends lost
Pirate adventures in Neverland
Don't go into that barn
Ponchoboy and Rangergirl rise from the ashes
From the cold river, from afar
Remember before they were born, how they
Held hands and jumped into the world
Don't go into that school
Ladybugs, pennies, notes from the dead sun eclipse
Scrape the inside of your skull for clues
All the old dreams are still there, petrified
You are a rock of ages gibbering
Don't go into that factory
Blue-Moon BrainIt stands in muddied water in a junkyard, among old refrigerators and VHS tapesBlue-Moon Brain in Free Verse More Like This
Learning to speak Spanish, because the French have all moved to Italy
It wants to know everything, but it knows that nothing is better in this pressed-down space
Limos drive by with gloved-hand steering, no heartbeats in the back, elegant skeletons
Driven to high-rise palaces of defecation, seeing nothing but shiny diamonds
Its ear is pressed to the ground, waiting for the vibrations which will reveal all
They never come.
Faint screams are heard behind the laughter at the Senator's party, all is well, all is well
Howl if you must, no one will hear over the roar of vacuous bulimic emptiness
This is life, this is the wounded in the ghetto scraping nails on doors that lead to nowhere
Pounding heads against brick walls, swarming like bees over the top of the walls
Eating the blue-moon brain and stopping nothing, the freight train is still coming,fast
It stands like a crucified Christ, among old tires and broken
A Note To MyselfJumbles and tumbles of words, mockingbirdsA Note To Myself in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing new here, fly away
Find the edge of the day and lift it up
from the darkness
Build a city of dreams and live in it
Construct monuments to the Somethingness
The something that exists once you've peeled
all the layers away
Stop the yammering and hammering of worn-out ideas
Circling the same spot where nothing grows
Find the light and bathe in it until an Eden-like
Life, with a capitol 'L'
Being, Not BeingThe bell is not iron, but porcelainBeing, Not Being in Free Verse More Like This
When it rings we will shatter
Into the bright white light
Whose name will you remember?
Ghosts of ChristmasIt was a dog and butterfly summerGhosts of Christmas in Free Verse More Like This
But a cat and canary winter
Christmas is white, blank, cold
No joy in old bones
Somewhere there’s a lighthouse
Sparkling water, moonlit night
Waves crash shore and break
Like brittle old bones
Angelic chorus sounds
Blown away upon the wind
That could be distant screaming
Useless as old bones
Deep candy cane sleep provides
A mote of relief to the tired
The dead live again in my dreams
Re-animated old bones
Last One On Earth, Turn out The LightsViolet grass, coffee moon, death-scented airLast One On Earth, Turn out The Lights in Free Verse More Like This
The wind above moves stars
but down below is still
The world is damp and treeless, lacking humans
but you and I and a thousand corpses
Oh the snakes
crawling through a grass minefield
To whatever lies on the other side of night
I howl at the moon
waiting for my mind to snap
OmenHe predicted her futureOmen in Free Verse More Like This
his voice in time with the ballad
the wind began to sing.
He showed her a picture
of the broken past
she had wished away.
He spoke through her stars
words more horrifying
than her deepest dreams.
He let her see
the truth of her visions-
and watched as she fled.
Night fell whilst he wept,
for she had gone too soon to see
that he was her safe place-
-her savior from the dreams.
His PianoSlow and with precisionHis Piano in Free Verse More Like This
That is how he plays
Even though the derision stings his mind,
His heart and his soul.
With ingenuity and passion
That is how he plays
No matter how lethargic
The hour has caused him to be.
With desperation and madness
That is how he plays
Mirror MonstersTake a look at the beast,Mirror Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
The hideous foul troll,
Staring at you from within the glass.
Take a blade to the structure
The huge bulging features,
That once made up a face.
Nicotine dreams from the mind
of a lethargic alcoholic,
Who cannot bear the scorns of society.
Daunting reflections are
All you see when you should be looking
At yourself instead.
NocturneUpon the twenty-third hourNocturne in Free Verse More Like This
a lonely soul stumbled,
and broke his heart
And in his recollection
of the shattered organ
he would wave goodbye
--and drop all the pieces.
Star Crossed LoversI spoke with the constellations,Star Crossed Lovers in Free Verse More Like This
on a midnight hour in the winter.
Fortunes for rich men, told,
like stories, spoken to me in whispers,
or songs, the stars- they love to sing.
Resting on the moon,
an idea blossomed in my dreary head.
Worn down by lethargy, but vivid still.
Missing you, I was, alone in a crater.
Personal exile was nothing pleasant.
Whilst I thought the asteroids hummed,
pushing my thoughts back again.
Find the time, I will, my darling to once more
remember why we are so forgotten.
Forbidden, star-crossed, if you will.
Celestial dreams accompanied sleep;
a companion I left behind with you,
but now seem to have found knocking about
in the skies with the comets.
Once again, I can see you, and all but touch...
Promise LandI have spent long enoughPromise Land in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the hands turn around the face.
The warm light emitted from the windows
Is what makes these rooms come alive, even when I cannot.
Vibrant, pulsating, mad dreams
Give me the company I need.
Volumes of folklore and myths that bear odd truths
Give me all the epiphanies I require.
Within the boundaries of my own Shangri-la
I wait for the moment I awaken.
Awaken within a different four walls
That are hardly as galling.
A King With No CrownThe king I used to beA King With No Crown in Free Verse More Like This
Perished long ago
When my crown was ripped from my skull
And my laws torn from the throne.
Now I'm just a tramp
Forever wandering in this abyss
Virtues I once held to my name have gone away
First entirely forsaken, now forever forgotten.
UnafraidBitter deception,Unafraid in Free Verse More Like This
a cruel spell under which I'd fallen
unable to stand my ground in that storm.
The storm which you have calmed,
setting free my fears,
mending all the wounds acquired there.
a simple mistake I had always on my mind,
worried for every consequence.
Consequences you've seen me through,
to end the very demise
I was certain I had seen coming.
Saltatio MortisA dance to adumbrateSaltatio Mortis in Free Verse More Like This
The purloined song- the boy has sung
Far too long now
Atrabilious body language
And a terror set gaze
To end the charlatan-
-for all of his days.
All Hallows EveningMidnight came 'round all too soon,All Hallows Evening in Free Verse More Like This
Bringing All Hallows Evening
And freezing the world in fear.
Steadily did the fog come,
To blind the self-righteous fiends
From the truth of the crypts they scrutinize.
All of the ghouls laughed
At all of the priests screams.
At last he had come!
Here to host the masquerade-
Oh he, the spirit of
All Hallows Evening
My Own Path Chapter 35My Own Path Chapter 35 in General Fiction More Like This
KaNack gently led his mare over the long stretch of land, trying to get over everything that had just taken place. He was probably never going to see his dearest friend again. Without a Keeper, the Night Mother's future was uncertain, and it plagued the back of his mind. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong did, and now he had to make the long trek back to Falkreath and hopefully convince Astrid that a manhunt for Cicero would be unnecessary.
He kept a steady pace trying to make the journey easy for Atronach. Despite his best attempts to heal her wounds, the damage was deep and great. Her flight with Cicero most certainly would have been the last time she would ever be able to bare a rider. The werewolf's attack had left her crippled, and she would no longer be able to serve KaNack as she once did.
Her left hindquarter was slightly stiff as she walked and she traveled with an obvious limp. Pain ran through her body, but she walked alongside KaNack faithf
No Man Left Behind part 6Finn yawned as he continued to lean against the wall in the cell room. When he arrived for his shift at guard duty, Cicero had already been curled up on top of the sleeping mat resting. Hours passed and the Fool of Hearts appeared dead to the world, not moving or even making the slightest sound. The peace and quiet was a change of pace for the guard and also slightly unnerving. Now it had become far too quiet, and his thoughts were deafening. The Keeper had his back to him so that the Penitus Oculatus agent couldn't even see the Imperial's face.No Man Left Behind part 6 in General Fiction More Like This
"Cicero?" he asked quietly. When the jester did not respond, Finn shrugged it off and guessed that the fool had just fallen asleep. It did not surprise him. From what the others guards had mentioned, the man never seemed to sleep.
Finn had taken time to think over the riddle that the prisoner had given him. Over and over in his head, Finn tried to come up with an answer. He wanted to think that the answer was riches, but it contradic
No Man Left Behind part 2The loud clanging of bells stirred KaNack from his deep rest. He had an uncanny ability to sleep through almost the loudest of banter. Cicero had more than prepared him for that. The bells from the Temple of the Divines were meant to be heard from all parts of Solitude of the time, and Proudspire was no exception. The rings alerted him that it was well past nine in the morning; damn those priestesses were prompt. The Argonian grumbled as he sat up and stretched. His bones cracked loudly as they popped back into place. He smiled down at his wife who was still pretending to be in deep rest even though the bells must have easily woken her as well.No Man Left Behind part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
"Morning, dear," KaNack whispered as he leaned over to kiss Brelyna on her cheek.
"I suppose you're off again," she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes. She was used to her husband running off to adventure in the early mornings.
"Well, I suppose I could stay and let dragons destroy all the villages, but "
"It's fine," insisted the
My Own Path Chapter 40My Own Path Chapter 40 in General Fiction More Like This
KaNack's eyelids felt heavy as iron as he slowly began to lift into consciousness. He didn't have the energy to move just yet, but he could tell that his arms were wrapped around the Dunmer corpse in the tomb with him.
"We have to stop meeting like this every time you want to talk to me," he grumbled weakly under his breath. The reptile was surprised when he heard chuckling in his head.
'Dear child, you never cease to impress or amuse me.'
"I think he's in there, Nazir! Hurry!" a small muffled feminine voice called out from outside the iron coffin.
"We're doing The best We can " a gruff voice responded.
KaNack could feel the sensation of movement. Something was dragging the Night Mother's coffin.
"You too! Hurry!"
"Petulant she-devil! I am almost the same age as you, give me the respect I am owed! "
"Buddy," the reptile muttered quietly under his breath. He knew whose voices they were. Babette, Nazir and his Spectral Assassin. They had all made it out of the s
My Own Path Chapter 39My Own Path Chapter 39 in General Fiction More Like This
Shadowmere snorted furiously as she ran through the forest, kicking up mounds of dirt and grass with her sharp hooves. With Lachance guiding her, she felt secure in allowing him to have complete control in where she went and how fast.
The horse was connected to the Dark Brotherhood and could sense that something horrible was befalling the sanctuary which only encouraged her to run faster, risking wearing her hooves to down to the bone.
KaNack was certain that there would be soldiers waiting for them in the front entrance of the haven, but it was unlikely that any knew of the secret passage in the back. Suggesting this to Lucien, the Spectral Assassin agreed and made sure to keep clear of the main paths that led to the Black Door to avoid any agents that might have been preparing an ambush.
The black mare leaped high over a rock face and planted herself firmly in front of the knolled hill that housed the stable entrance to the refuge.
The Argonian was r
My Own Path Chapter 8My Own Path Chapter 8 in General Fiction More Like This
The Argonian kept to himself when he eventually managed to find his way back to the College of Winterhold. Everyone asked where he had gone, and if it had anything to do with the letter he had received from the courier. KaNack didn't tell them anything, in fact he didn't even say a word.
The mage would spend hours sitting in silence, looking through tomes and focusing on his work. He stopped meeting with the study groups, and even stopped making any attempt to socialize with the other apprentices. Whenever someone tried to approach him, he would quietly, but briskly, move to another area.
The only one who could get close to him was Brelyna, and he even refused to speak to her. He would not shun her touch or refuse eye contact, but his voice would fail to grace her presence. The rumors spread like wildfire around the college that someone had placed a curse on the Argonian and stole his voice. It was ridiculous, of course, but it would explain why he had been giving everyone t
My Own Path Chapter 4My Own Path Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone had their own preferences; destruction, alteration, illusion, but as always, KaNack's focus had been on conjuration.
Phinis had been impressed with the Argonian's natural ability to not only be able to conjure spirits, but control them as well. If there was one thing Phinis enjoyed, it was challenging the student body. He insisted that since the mage was so proficient in conjurations, he should have no difficulty with atronachs. The master conjurer had given KaNack just one week to be able to conjure a flame atronach, not an easy task for an apprentice.
There was very quiet murmuring in the college's library as all the students researched future spells that were to be cast in upcoming lectures. KaNack was off to the side by a table with Brelyna. They had a few open books in front of them, and had been looking up information regarding atronachs.
"Flame .Flame .Flaming atronach! Here it is!" Brelyna exclaimed happily as she pushed her book towards KaNack. He leaned ove
My Own Path Chapter 2My Own Path Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
It had taken a few days as expected to reach Winterhold, but the money that had been generously given to the Argonian made the trip comfortable as neither he or his horse were deprived of food or shelter. The Argonian released a large sigh and a puff of mist flew from his lips. It was cold, very cold, but at least he had managed to get away from both the Greybeards and the meddling townsfolk of Whiterun.
KaNack dropped his steed off at a local stable before making his way down the long road of Winterhold that made a straight line to the college. The school was enormous, resting on top of a large Cliffside with only a single, crumbling bridge available to allow access to it. The mage readjusted his large knapsack, and started up the stairs towards the bridge.
"Cross the bridge at your own peril!"
KaNack paused at the top of the stairs as a High Elf blocked the path that would lead him to the doors of the college. The mage pulled back his hood as he stared at the elf. .
Guild Wars Chapter 4Vytalas was rather relaxed on his perch on the roof of Radiant Raiment. It had a perfect vantage point of the Winking Skeever, where soon enough his target would emerge, drunk and oblivious to the danger he was in.Guild Wars Chapter 4 in General Fiction More Like This
The Dunmer tapped his knee impatiently with an arrow as his red eyes remained focused on the inn's doors. Guards patrolled down the road every once in a while, but it was spread out enough that the Dunmer felt secure in his decision to end his prey's life in front of the Winking Skeever.
His instructions were to make it obvious that it was a hit; a warning to those to not ever try and worm their way out of paying their debts. This could easily be accomplished with one strike of his arrows. The Dark Elf decided to use a Dwarven arrow since he had just recently purchased ebony ones from the Solitude Fletcher, best to not leave anything that might trace him back to the kill.
Pulling his eyes away from the Winking Skeever for just a moment, the Dunmer glan
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KaNack proudly led his friends through the market district in Solitude, ignoring the looks that they were receiving from bystanders.
It was not uncommon to see a mage, but a whole pack traveling together and made up of different races; it was enough to turn some heads. Outside of Winterhold, the only mages usually found in large groups were necromancers and witches; neither were appreciated or wanted.
The Argonian did not care what the people in the capital thought, they were about to become a part of the Imperial Legion. All he was focused on was getting to Castle Dour and showing both the General and Rikke that magicka users were nothing to turn their noses up at.
The Argonian pushed open the heavy steel door of the bastion and his white eyes widened in delight when he saw that both Tullius and Rikke right where they had left them. The Imperial was placing small colored flags on the map. The older man looked more frustrated than before, which the Dragonborn did
pretty words, dead flowers_ci want a boy that makes me weak in the elbows.pretty words, dead flowers_c in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i want him to drive a red camaro and put pens behind his ear because hes scared hell think of something he needs to say when theres no one around. i want him to never hesitate to hug me from behind or throw me over his shoulder and spin me until i swallow my spine. i want him to mess up my hair and pinch my cheek and then kiss me until my teeth are shaking and my nerves are smoking. i dont know where he is yet, but i know ill find him.
well, i won't make you weak in the elbows, but i can make you weak in your ribcage; i can tame the struggling butterflies and terminate your bloodflow. i don't have a car, but i'd rather take long walks with you across the vivace boardwalk, holding hands or locking lips. there's no pen behind my ears, but there's an eraser in my chest that can erase all your problems if you listen closely. i won't hug you when you cry; i'd save them for beating up the bastard who stole
if you keep getting under.i saw you today and said heyif you keep getting under. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but what i meant was:
holyhell, youre beautiful. you look like sunshine trapped in mason jars and fireflies stuck in moonbeams. you have a smile that punches straight to the spinal cord, did you know that? i just spent the last five seconds rebooting my heart, training my lungs how to breathe again. exhale, inhale. it should be simple but youve snarled it all in a giant mess. im unwinding the ball of yarn into a straight jacket and youre as unaffected as the sea. id say im a boat but im hardly as sturdy. im a feather. its almost funny how little a chance i have of staying afloat. im soaked and matted and sinking into the undertow. and youre just churning on and on and on.
i saw you today and said how have you been?
but what i meant was:
have you lost as much sleep as i have? ive spent 3256 hours trying to piece together the exact curves that m
me finding you.this is nothing more than the silly fluttering of an equally silly heart.me finding you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
this is my tongue tripping on the truth and my trembling fingers clawing at my arm trying to get rid of the heart bleeding on it. this is my teeth clacking together and my emotions knockknockknocking against my ribs so i might please let them out to play.
this is my words getting abandoned in the silences and the pauses swallowing the tension whole. this is using your moss green eyes as a northern star when i'm getting lost in possibilities, using your smile as the curve i rest in when the world's too much to bear.
this is fighting my own spine to stand up straight when your voice is unwinding my nerves and using my vertebrae as your personal game of jenga. this is allowing you to take small pieces at a time, eroding at my walls until i'm crumpling like origami on your front porch, unwinding to lay helplessly at your feet.
this is day dreaming about nights with you and instead spending them painting your laughter
from moonrise to sunset.[breathe in.]from moonrise to sunset. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
dream back to when the moon birthed us, back to when we were spit out in all of our silver glory. when we were ivory and gold, safe in the cocoon of what we thought was love. think back to when we were haloed in the precious aura of possibilities, protected by the thin film of what might be, what could be, the entire spectrum of what ifs.
[close your eyes.]
let the disappointment drip from your fingertips, let each individual failure slide from your slumped shoulders. swallow the bitter regret and let the disenchantment filter through your skin to disperse into the flickering lights of dusk. release the idea that love meant perfection, set free the notion that love was pearls and diamonds, ruby and jade.
realize that when our spines have disintegrated, when our words have dissolved, when the memories between us have eroded and turned to ash, we'll be no more than a faded photograph. you'll be the vinyl-eyed man who once looked like james dean and i'll be th
no more sailing_cThe sun is setting and something in the way the light is haloing the horizon makes me think of the forest green rimming the caramel of your eyes. I sit and pluck beach grass as I watch the tips of the sails in the distance flare moments before the darkness claims them. I imagine the same night coming to steal and curl in your lungs. I imagine it bringing restful peace as you breathe in the tiny golden dust particles that swirled around my palms earlier today while at market. I imagine the light that brushed your cheekbones yesterday is slipping under my tongue as I stretch awake. I imagine we're tied together at the spinal cord and expanded over the globe. I know we're not side-by-side, but I feel you in the air. I can't see you, but my heart can hear you in the trembling earth as saltwater rides up the shore. I can't miss you any more than I already do -- my soul is crippled with wanting. So, come home soon, darling; ride the tide back to my waiting arms.no more sailing_c in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waters here are
late this october night.right now:late this october night. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the train is bulleting ten times faster than recommended down the tracks. sparks are cascading as the metal punches sporadic screams through the air. inside the cabin there are taut fingers clawing at the sides of the seats, praying lips asking for salvation as oxygen is whipped from the passengers gaping lungs. a mother is pressing chapped lips to her sons tan forehead, a husband is folding his wifes leathery hand in his for the last time. all chests are expanded and compressed against the back of the seats, hearts imploding as the track dissolves under grinding wheels.
the train rolls on, the screams roll on, the fire rolls on.
death runs rampant late this october night.
the plane is nose-diving through the starless fog. one little girls limp head is leaning against her fathers tense arm, his lips reciting a prayer long ago forgotten. the cabin is silent except for the steady sound of breathing, the sound of cotton on cotton as legs
if i had the words.you should know, i've never struggled for words before.if i had the words. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i've spent my life welding and mixing them, chopping the corners up to make them be whatever i wanted them to be. but when it comes to you, i always manage to fall short, reduced to hallmark cards and hollow sayings that are trying to be something they will never be. cheap words puffing up their chests and trying to be something grand and sublime. attempting to wear a plastic crown and order the ocean into submission.
so this isn't easy, i'm not weaving words out of thin air.
instead, i'm wrenching them from between my teeth and exposing them to their inaugural sunlight. i'm cracking open my heart and spilling it out, rearranging it into something coherent so that you might understand. so bear with me.
bear with me when i say that my heart is whole today because you have always been patient enough for midnight surgeries. my spine is straight because you were always there for me to lean on. my pride is unwounded because you were ne
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
and when i live.i am sleeping in the middle of wheat fields.and when i live. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am curled into the soil with the sun filtering through my eyelids and the warmth of the earth pressed against my hip. i am holding my stomach with gentle hands, lips parted to breathe in the sweet air. i am dreaming of feathers running down my spine and of blowing bubbles while running down sloping hills. i am dreaming of kisses at dawn and hands cradling my cheek and laughing over coffee with my best friend.
and when i wake, i am tranquil and serene and peaceful.
and when i wake, i am alive.
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean.
i am twisting in the clever hands of her currents, my hair roping around my waist and seashells trailing up my thigh. i am swallowing saltwater and rinsing out my lungs, letting my sins filter through my skin and disperse into the curling water. i am breathing through gills around my throat and letting my fingers paint symphonies in the seaweed. i am dancing with starbright scales and forgetting the weight of
sleeping to dream.last night, i dreamt of you.sleeping to dream. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you were trapped between the hot, urgent waves of my pulse and the cool, twisted sheets of my bed. you were desperate and angry and everywhere. i couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't live around you. i was sinking in your chest and praying against your throat and the moon washed us silver with approval. the stars looked down and smiled for such young, frantic lovers are hard to find.
we were more than the earth, more than faded myths and legends buried beneath the silt. we were closing gaping distance with hungry mouths and sealing ancient promises with naked desire. we gave it all to one another as i stripped out of ragged cloth and quivering inhibition and you peeled out of bloodied armor and smothering responsibility. you were tired with slumped shoulders, but you didn't ache for sleep. you ached for me as i've ached for you. you were playful and tender and dominating and vulnerable. you were possessive and awed and hopeful and mine. oh, mos
Playing GodPlaying GodPlaying God in Free Verse More Like This
Hate isn't healing
Too often it's killing
And feelings aren't spared in the process of stealing a life
Stealing a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, a daughter, a son, a husband, or wife
Or maybe just stealing a friend
In the end what you take is a person connected
By strands of affection protected by nothing
But pure unconditional love
And when hearts are infected
And words are inflected
With currents of loathing
The booming voice of some being above
It's these people you hurt
Not just the ones in the dirt
Who feel the effect
Of your hate indirectly
Connecting when push comes to shove
You call me a monster
A monster that loves?
Seems kind of silly to me
Practice your preaching
Or risk only reaching
An audience too blind to see
Tolerance doesn't imply your support
It only requires you do not cavort
As the only opinion worth holding
And when your values conflict
With more sensible edict
Forego the sociopolitical molding
You see people are people
Second ChanceSecond ChanceSecond Chance in Free Verse More Like This
You had your chance and you knew it
I made an advance, but you blew it
My love blazed while his smoldered
But you set us shoulder to shoulder
And you weighed and you measured
To see who played and who pleasured
But couldn't face the results
Face it now, we're adults
You made the easy decision
Took the lesser collision
The one that left fewer ripples in the pond of your life
Kept you balancing on the sharp side of a knife
I told you jump and I'd catch you, but you lacked the gut
Did you really expect that you wouldn't get cut
And now you're falling and bleeding
I hear you bawling and pleading
But I'm a long way down in the dirt where you left me
And my arms are closing around a girl who finally gets me
So you better fall fast if you wish to endeavor
To right the wrongs of the past 'cause I'm not waiting forever
I've got a heart that needs loving
I don't need pushing and shoving
Leave him now, no delaying
Hearts are too fragile for playing
So pull me close and just kiss me
Crippled DreamsCrippled DreamsCrippled Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
I want to see the ocean
I want to see the sea
I want to see a rosebud
And I want to see a tree
I want to see a mountain
Or watch the rising sun
I want to see a diamond
And watch a wild horse run
I want to gaze at far horizons
And get lost among the stars
I want to trace the paths of raindrops
And see trains and planes and cars
I want to see the leaves of autumn
And the iris of an eye
I want to watch a heat wave simmer
And find shapes in cloudy skies
But for me it is impossible
To sate my starving mind
For though I wish it were not so
The truth is I am blind
CuriosityCuriosityCuriosity in Free Verse More Like This
In the deepest reaches of the sea
Under the branches of the oldest tree
To the furthest depths of star choked skies
To the grain of truth in intricate lies
On the deathbed
Over the crest
At the buzzer
To the west
Beneath the bottom
Before the Spring
And after Autumn
In the ashes
In the rubble
In the peace
After the struggle
In the saddles of the four
In the settling of the score
In the sealing of the deal
In the arrow in the heel
As the twilight hours wane
As blackened nimbus bulge with rain
The breath inhaled, prepared to scream
The knot tied in the final seam
If that is the journey
If that is the question
Then what is the answer?
What's the transgression?
What is the purpose?
What is the reason?
What is the break ?
If this is the bend
If this is the tunnel
What's at the end?
What awaits in the mystery?
After the final page of history?
If this is the trick
What's in the hat?
Well you know what they say
Curiosity killed the cat
Cognitive CasualtyCognitive CasualtyCognitive Casualty in Free Verse More Like This
Lost and lonely
Seems I'll only
Live a life of one
Sometimes I wonder
If I'm living under the gun
Voices screaming in my head
Can't seem to agree
I try to sort them out
But turns out every voice is me
Squabbling for recognition
Gobbling up suppositions
All looking for a way out of the pain
Sanity spiraling down the drain
Heart shattered and broken
Head battered, broke open
Emotions in turbulent frenzy outspoken
I'm a wreck of uncertainty
Hoping escape can be won
Ignorance blinding me
Pretense unwinding me
Slowly I'm being undone
Terminus closing in
Death's decomposing grin
Reaping a crop long past dead
Consumed by the war in my head
Black and BlueBlack and BlueBlack and Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Did you ever
Stop to consider
If I would be okay
And did you ever
It was right to say
Those hurtful things you said to me
Are nothing but a memory
That keeps me on the ground where I belong
At least that's what you taught me to
Believe with every black and blue
Bruise you left on me; you were so strong
You were always quick to apologize
And that looked good through my black eyes
You didn't really mean it after all
You said I'd never hurt again
That this is where the pain would end
And for all your heartfelt lies I would fall
You hurt me all the time
But love's so hard to find
So I staunched my tears
And I hid my fears
And I said I didn't mind
The pain never made it past the skin
But your love resided deep within
My heart and that's what matters in the end
Your love was always black and blue
But that was all I ever knew
Another life I couldn't comprehend
So I took your love
And your abuse
I ignored each shove
And fell for each excuse
But every story has to
TearsTearsTears in Free Verse More Like This
Tears are the liquid shards of a broken heart
Hold them in and they'll tear you apart
But letting them go can hurt just as bad
Because once they're gone you realize they're all you ever had
Keeping the FaithKeeping the FaithKeeping the Faith in Free Verse More Like This
I find it hard to keep the faith
To force this smile on my face
In the face of all the faithlessness I’ve faced
When every stranger that I meet
Says “You’ll find love, but not in me”
Then ditches me within this rut I’ve paced a thousand times
They always say she’s out there
If I only bide my time
But I find that comfort growing thin
With every year that passes by
My bed feels ever larger
As its emptiness expands
And my nights seem ever longer
As I choke upon the Sandman’s sand
I’ve always walked a lonely road
Hating every step
My heart too deep to call it home
That fate I can’t accept
And so at every crossroad
I greet every scarecrow that I meet
Prepared to walk whichever way I’m taken
When I click my feet
Yeah I find it hard to keep the faith
And yet I still do
For what’s a thousand failures
If a single victory is you
Hall of MirrorsHall of MirrorsHall of Mirrors in Free Verse More Like This
Does he have a face?
Does he have a name?
How dare he place a stake on the heart I claim
Stand behind me
I'll be your shield
I'll be your knight
Let him try to hurt you
Let him try to fight
But how can I guard
Against the unseen attack
How can I fend off
The knife thrust in my back
What did he offer
That I did not already give
You're so ready to love
But so unready to live
Jumping from arm to arm
From heart to heart
What about the family I wanted to start
I guess I'm washed up
I'm old news
He's fresh meat
I guess I was nothing but the next thrill
The next kill
But now I'm dead to you
And he's something new
Except he's not
Because he's been here the whole time
Pretending to fit the friendship paradigm
While always plotting to steal your heart
And you were so willing
It was so thrilling
To watch me fall apart
We all try to play the victim
But we're all guilty here
In a hall of mirrors
And we find that the face is our own
The name the same
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night, in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
How to pretend that you are a writer.Act like you're notHow to pretend that you are a writer. in Free Verse More Like This
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.
Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a crown on
it and let it rule your
heart for six years before
you throw a coup d'etat
but just end up with
your head in a basket.
Ask yourself why
you feel so
empty and when
you forgot how to
laugh and where you
last left your smile and
who you even really are
anymore. Mean every word.
Don't cry at funerals. Cry
yourself to sleep every
other night for
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i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
or maybe it actually is.thisor maybe it actually is. in Free Verse More Like This
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
sati(ate)dit's ironic,sati(ate)d in Free Verse More Like This
isn't it? the way
they say "hunger gnaws"
like the way our teeth
scrape against bones.
for all the
calories that are counted,
you still feel
empty. you aren't
you are digesting
nothing but air
and maybe your own guilt.
that's just the way
living is these
glass shards to
slice up your insides so
you can ignore
the other kind of pain your
stomach is feeling.
but when people ask
if you're doing okay you just
smile and nod even though
you can't help but
think "if honesty was
tangible, i'd eat it right
an acquired taste and
some days you'd
like to rip your
IcarusSun girl,Icarus in Free Verse More Like This
the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
these catastrophic disastersTherethese catastrophic disasters in Free Verse More Like This
is a storm inside her
chest; a miasma of
thundering insecurities and
flashes of despair. The irony
is, she has
astraphobia—but inside her
mismatched veins there lies a
tempest awaiting to be
set free. The most beautiful
people have the ugliest of
and hers just happen to be a
hurricane of chaotic
doubt marring the insides of her
intricately ordinaryI am the wayward child,intricately ordinary in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
subliminal and defeathered—
What's that in your heart?
Myths and the things that really matter
like wallflower clippings,
unfiltered and restless.
Don't forget to let me go;
the keepers of my heart
sleeping behind the wheel.
Your Poetry SucksYes, roses are redYour Poetry Sucks in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And violets are blue
But you have to understand
Who said they had to,
Its about imagination
Emotion and orignality
Not the reiteration
Of dead men's practicality
They are your sentence
To a world that has to listen
As you create the difference
Whether it be
With angst poem against love
Or how you set your heart free
To fly like a dove,
For these words
Whether or not they be true
Their beauty and ideals
Will be used to define you,
Hope ,in fact, has feathers
And like a caged bird it sings
But these words will only be tethers
That strip you of your wings,
Those are their words
Meant for their time
And meant for their herds,
But this your time
Meant for your words
And whether they be meaningful, stupid
Or completely absurd
I'm sure they'll be amazing.
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of loveThis isn't the type of love that deserves poetry in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
Bad ShotEverydayBad Shot in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.