KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 30)The next morning, my mom woke me up in the morning before she left.KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 30) in Romance More Like This
"Wookie, we won't come back for the night, so make sure to lock the door before going to bed, okay?"
Half-asleep like I was, I could only groan as a reply. She left my room, closed my door and let me go back to sleep but it lasted a few minutes only, before my alarm clock started ringing. I jumped in fear before snoozing it, sitting on my bed - wincing a bit in pain while I was at it - and sighing. 8 in the morning. This time, I was sure I would be ready when Kyu would arrive.
I sighed again, tired, and went to take a shower. I fell asleep in it and woke up only when the water started getting cold. Squealing in surprise, I woke up and hurried taking my shower. I still came out of the shower completely frozen, but at least I wouldn't catch cold because of that. I sighed in relief when I saw it was only 9. Kyu would be there at 11. I had time to choose my clothes.
And I was glad I woke up so early. It took me a goo
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 1)"Wookie-ah!"KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 1) in Romance More Like This
I turned and smiled, blushing softly when Kyuhyun hugged me with one arm.
"Call me Kyu! I told you to call me Kyu!"
He pouted softly. "Please? Call me Kyu."
I smiled. "Okay, Kyu."
He smiled too and I could feel my heart melt. He was so handsome! He pressed a kiss on my cheek before running off to his locker. I blushed and walked to mine a bit slower. I opened it and used my mirror on the door to check if my hair looked okay, before taking my books and preparing for the first class. Kyuhyun joined me quickly and I raised my brows, surprised as usual to see how fast he was.
"How are you able to find your books so quickly?" I pouted.
"My locker is so messy, they're easy to spot."
Um. Weird logic. But okay. He used his free arm to hug me again and drag me with him to the classroom. On our way, people greeted him with smiles. He was so popular. I sadly kept my low profile as he smiled to people and greeted them, just like
EunHae - Waiting for youPeople in Seoul often looked at him while he was dancing in the streets, randomly, without any music. Some looked at him thinking he was weird, other people looked at him with admiration, thinking he was amazing. Other people just smiled when they saw him coming their way, used to this guy who could never stop dancing.EunHae - Waiting for you in Romance More Like This
Sometimes, that guy would stop somewhere he could hear music and start dancing to the beat before leaving and going to the park, where he would dance again, always at the same spot. He never seemed tired of dancing. People who were used to see him talked about him between them. They had noticed that the shoes that made him dance the best were these old, black leather shoes. They said that, whenever he had these on, he would dance with enough feelings to make any sensitive person cry. When he had these shoes on, his dance was full of hope, love, sadness and loneliness, all at the same time.
What only older people knew, was that there was a reason why these particular shoe
KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 7)"That's my fault."KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 7) in Romance More Like This
"Kyu, it's not!"
"Yes it is. If I hadn't made that selfish wish C'mon, just because I couldn't get enough sleep and I couldn't play Starcraft! That's so, SO selfish!"
"It is, but you were right to wish for more sleep."
"And the hyungs obeying me? That's why there are the Games into this world. I wished for the hyungs to obey me. They do, since I'm the King. They wouldn't do it if the Games didn't exist. And, for the Games to exist, there needed to be some extreme reasons the Sun being destroyed, man-made suns only above rich, big cities, making the life very difficult outside them and making the life into them very expensive. Meaning, you have to risk your life if you want to live in the cities. To risk your life, there are the Games. Everything even the cannibalism is my fault! It's because of my stupid wish!"
I kept raging against myself, walking in circles as hyung was watching me doing so, still seated on the bench from earlier. I deeply sighed
Eunhae - Beast Master (Chapter 1)"Eunhyuk!"Eunhae - Beast Master (Chapter 1) in Romance More Like This
I turned and clenched my fists when I saw Leeteuk approaching me. I knew he wasn't the kind who would fight disloyally, but I was always careful whenever an adversary I had just beaten approached me. By my side, I felt Donghae getting tensed, ready to jump if the other one tried to attack me. But Leeteuk had left his own bodyguard somewhere else, making clear his peaceful intentions.
Maybe you're wondering why we all needed bodyguards, as we were fighters. The reason is because we're all tired after fighting, and sometimes, bad guys would want the money we got because of the fights and attack us. That's when the bodyguard is useful. Especially mine, as Donghae would be able to smell a human getting close anytime.
I crossed my arms on my chest, waiting for Leeteuk to talk. He had come here to talk to me after the fight, peacefully, seeing how he didn't have his bodyguard with him, and my honor would be to listen to him, of course. Maybe I was a street fighter, maybe these fig
KyuWook - First Times (Epilogue)Actually, you know what? My parents already knew that I was going out with Kyu. They totally knew and they also knew that Ama, Ame and Kyu all had the habit to enter the house by my window. They also knew that I had been on a date with Kyu, that time I had been to Le Finlandais with him. They knew everything but they had never told me they knew. They only told me that they knew two days after the play. Don't ask me how they knew. They just knew.KyuWook - First Times (Epilogue) in Romance More Like This
The most surprising thing was that they were approving. Actually, not exactly fully approving, because they didn't really like the thought of their son being gay, but they had told me that they would approve as long as I was happy.
I saw Ama and Ame once after the play, during the week. They both appeared in my house on Wednesday - as usual, they had entered through my window - and we started talking about love and stuff. Ame was still completely in love with her Chinese guy, I was still completely in love with my Korean guy, and Ama had
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 34)A week, 4 days laterKyuWook - First Times (Chapter 34) in Romance More Like This
"Wookie, could you come here please? The pants just ripped."
"Why don't you ask Siwon?"
"Because! Pretty please?"
I laughed softly before approaching Kyu, who had troubles with his Romeo clothes again. Again, yes, because it happened quite often since the costumes were made with cheap material. Actually, the only costume that was not cheap was the dress I had to wear as Juliet. Yes. The dress "I" had to wear as Juliet. They really had to make a new dress, since the one for the usual Juliet wouldn't fit me. And they had decided to make it cuter and not as cheap as the other one. I still don't really know why. After all, I was only playing Juliet for a few minutes
I shrugged. That was their problem, wasn't it? For now, I had to concentrate on helping out Kyu with his cheap costume. I laughed when I saw where the pants had ripped.
"Oh Kyu, seriously? How could your pants rip there?"
He pouted. "Don't laugh! This is the reason why I didn't ask Siwon!
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 25)Dinner TimeKyuWook - First Times (Chapter 25) in Romance More Like This
"Kyuhyunnie, what's your dad's job?" My mom.
"He's the president of a big company." Kyu.
"What about your mom?" My dad.
"She's my father's secretary. What about you, sir?" Kyu again.
"I work for my brother in our company. Nothing much." My dad again.
"It's not that bad sir. If you like what you're doing, then it's good." Kyu again.
My dad nodded, impressed by Kyu's politeness. My mom took a bite or her hamburger and finished eating it before asking something else to Kyu. "What options are you in at school?"
"Music and theatre, madam."
"Oh, so you're a musician and an actor!"
I mentally chuckled. She didn't know how right she was
"Could you sing something for us, please?" she asked him, acting cute.
I could see a quick disapproving light in Kyu's eyes, but he politely smiled and nodded. "If you don't mind "
He started singing in a very deep, soft voice, and I closed my eyes to listen to him. I knew he had a beautiful voice but I didn't know it was <i>
KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 5)"CHO KYUHYUN! CHO KYUHYUN! CHO KYUHYUN!"KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 5) in Romance More Like This
I mentally winced when the cheers from the stadium came to my ears. I didn't mind cheers, but they were so loud I couldn't hear myself think.
'Starcraft, is it always like this?'
'Always! You'll get used to it.'
I felt my body looking all around me as we got on the huge stage. I knew Starcraft was doing this for me so I could see what the place looked like. The stadium was huge and, in its center, there was a big platform with white and black squares. Instead of two squares for the King and the Queen, like in real chess, there was a big throne that took both those places. He smiled.
'This is your throne, boy. This is the place where you reign over your pieces from.'
I suddenly remembered the dark, expensive old clothes he had put on before we left.
'These old-style clothes they were for this?'
'The King must always look rich.'
'And the pieces?'
He didn't answer my question. He didn't need to. He sat on the throne and s
KyuWook - Love Again (12)"What happened?" he asked when I finally calmed down after almost an hour.KyuWook - Love Again (12) in Romance More Like This
"Hyung, I'm stupid. I'm so stupid "
He didn't need to ask more. He knew. He sighed softly and shook his head.
"You're not I would've done the same if I had been you. You couldn't help it they don't say that 'love makes people blind' for nothing "
"But I !"
"What did he say exactly?"
"He he doesn't know. He promised himself to never love again "
I was surprised when I see hyung's smile.
"Wookie, that's actually better than you think it is "
"Of course! He doesn't know. He promised himself to never love again. I know Kyu, and I know his way of talking. What he said actually means that he's falling for you and, though he doesn't want to admit it for now, if you keep staying with him, he'll totally fall for you in a matter of days. Anyways, Kyu wouldn't have slept with someone he doesn't like."
I felt hope coming back.
"Are you sure, hyung?"
He nodded, smilin
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair in Free Verse More Like This
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 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
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile... in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
No Man Left Behind part 1Three lone travelers made their way along the winding road by the sea towards their destination. Hawks circled overhead seeking out a free fish meal from one of the returning ships. The sun's beam was a tangerine in color as the day was almost done and shined brightly almost blinding those who tried to look directly at the Blue Palace that stood out above the surrounding walls.No Man Left Behind part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Two mortals rode horses and the ghost followed close behind. One was a black and red Argonian and the other an Imperial protected by a glistening glass armor that shined brightly in the sun's light. To many towns they were considered heroes and protectors of the land, but they were in fact three of the core members of the Dark Brotherhood. The Argonian was known only as KaNack and he had become the leader of the Dark Brotherhood and the Listener, Cicero the jester and Keeper of the Night Mother and the Spectral Assassin that had once been a Speaker for the Black Hand.
Many Black Sacraments had been an
Guild Wars Chapter 1The Black Hand had come back strongly and its members spread out about all of Tamriel. The Night Mother's words had to be transported by way of hawk, but somehow the Dark Brotherhood managed to make it work. No longer were they legends, but a frightening reality. A Black Sacrament was no longer something one would take lightly no matter what country they resided in.Guild Wars Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
One small underground chamber in Skyrim however was the most vital of the many that existed on Nirn. For it not only housed a Speaker and the Listener, but the Night Mother as well. Located in the bitter cold town of Dawnstar, the assassins within turned it into a permanent home.
The sanctuary was quiet, save for the faint murmurings of those dwelling within. To many, this would be considered a den of criminals, murderers and villains. This could not be further from the truth, as this sanctum housed devoted servants to their deity, skilled professionals of their trade and loving friends who despite not sharing the same bloo
No Man Left Behind part 5Nazir and KaNack had ridden all through the night to get to Whiterun. The sun had just begun to creep over the mountains as the large stronghold came into view. The Argonian was exhausted, having not had any sleep in at least two days, but he fought through his fatigue. The three stopped and dropped the horses off at the stables before making their way to the gated entry to Whiterun. Two Imperial soldiers stopped them at the gate.No Man Left Behind part 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Halt! What business does an Argonian have here?" asked one.
"What is with that ghost?" the other barked as he pointed at Lucien. "We don't need you causing trouble in Whiterun! We know your kind, always sneaking about!"
KaNack was in no mood for the soldiers' attitude, and pulled off his dragon priest mask, glaring at them.
"I fought tooth and nail to protect Whiterun from Ulfric's army, and this is how I am greeted?" the Argonian growled. The two soldiers were startled as they recognized KaNack from fighting alongside General Tullius.
"Legate KaNack! We had
My Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS LucienMy Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS Lucien in General Fiction More Like This
This was no mere spirit, the thrall that had once been a Speaker for the Black Hand over two hundred years ago. His name had been forgotten by most over time, but those who truly embraced and followed the history of the Dark Brotherhood would remember his name: Lucien Lachance.
It was only shortly after his soul had been imprinted on the damned scroll that Lucien had found himself in the service of those who still recognized him and turned to him for guidance. Over time however, his name vanished along with his reputation. The scroll had been passed down to many different sanctuaries and Lachance found himself everywhere from his homeland of Cyrodiil to the wastes of Morrowind.
As the Dark Brotherhood continued to dwindle over time, it was no surprise that Lucien's scroll soon found itself in the permanent residence of Skyrim. It was the ghost's own fault for why he had been left to collect dust for so many years in Falkreath. He had grown resentful and those who summoned hi
Last LaughThe family once again was gathered together for dinner and sharing stories regarding their latest contracts and past adventures. Some of the faces had gotten more wrinkled over the years, but their personalities had not changed in the slightest. There were even a few newer faces amongst the assassins gathered.Last Laugh in General Fiction More Like This
One was the shy but playful Bosmer, Ardwen. The Mer was almost the same age as the Keeper, but the elf blood running through her kept her looking young and her beauty eternal. She had been chosen by Cicero as his successor and was now prepared to care for the Night Mother as diligently as the resident jester.
Another was the mischievous Vianna, daughter of the assassins Vytalas and Kaie. Her arrival was a joy for all the brothers and sisters of the guild. She had been trained early and had began taking on solo contracts at the young age of seventeen. She took to both the bow and blade like her parents and had an annoying habit of sneaking up on the other assassins and overtaking
No Man Left Behind part 10KaNack had led the mob of angry soldiers through the many passages of Volunruud. Every so often he would spin around to shoot a fire bolt down the tunnel, either killing an agent or forcing the group to duck. It had only been a matter of time before he managed to come full circle back to the main chamber.No Man Left Behind part 10 in General Fiction More Like This
He did not come across Cicero during the pursuit, which could only mean that Lucien would find the Fool of Hearts. That gave the mage enough drive to face the questionable odds. When he arrived in the chamber, the only atronach remaining was the large frost one that was standing about, nudging the dead corpses surrounding it. KaNack was a master conjurer, but could only have two spirits present at the same time. The Spectral Assassin currently was one and the atronach he lovingly named 'Brock' was the other.
The Argonian stood his ground and bolts of lightning shot from his fingers as the Penitus Oculatus flooded the chamber. There were still at least a dozen soldiers left that he cou
Wabbajacked Part 1KaNack sucked in the cool night air as he rode Shadowmere across the plains of Hjaalmarch. He had just sent another soul to the Void in the name of the Dread Father. He always felt a great sense of worth and satisfaction after a good killing. His spiritual guardian was surprisingly quiet as the Argonian continued to guide his mare forward.Wabbajacked Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
“What’s wrong, Lucien? Did I finally perform a job so flawlessly that not even you can find room to critique?” the reptile laughed as he turned his head to look back at his transparent companion.
“You breathed so heavily that the only reason your contract remained unaware of your presence was the obscene amount of Alto wine in his system,” Lachance said sternly. “You get so excited about the kill that you forget yourself and just how noisy a creature you are.”
“There is it,” the caster chuckled. “Now that you’ve found fault in my death dealing, the night truly is complete. One day thou
No Man Left Behind part 9KaNack rode Shadowmere at full speed as he led the Dark Brotherhood across the plains of Skyrim. The sound of trampling hooves was the only sound being made at the moment in the safe blanket of twilight. Along with KaNack and Nazir, the four Brotherhood initiates joined them as they rode their horses towards Volunruud.No Man Left Behind part 9 in General Fiction More Like This
Kaie, a Breton who was slowly becoming accustomed to using her stealth to approach her prey. Dro'marash, a Khajiit that used his alchemy skills to create poisons for his contracts. His fur was as dark as the Void and red as blood. Vytalas, the Dark Elf who was on the road of becoming a master archer, his ebony bow always being the weapon of choice. Then there was the newest and youngest member Shaleez. A tawny colored Argonian, who just like the Listener, was becoming a master of the arcane arts.
They were still learning, but had proven themselves to become quite efficient at killing. The Listener had no idea how many men there would be hiding out in Volunruud. It could
No Man Left Behind part 7There was a loud screech as the frost spider fell down to its death. The spiders had numbers in their favor, but in the end they all fell to the Dark Brotherhood.No Man Left Behind part 7 in General Fiction More Like This
KaNack lowered his raised hands that were still smoldering from the fireball he had cast. Nazir sheathed his scimitar, and the Spectral Assassin hurried over from a kill he had made from across the cavern.
"I hate spiders. You think you've killed them all, and they just seem to reappear," the Redguard grumbled. The three had traveled to Helgen after the abandoned shack, the old Falkreath sanctuary and Dragon's Bridge all came up empty of Penitus Oculatus. Not even the town of Dragon's Bridge, the original base of the officers, had been home to Maro or his agents.
"It has to be here," KaNack hissed. "If it is not related to the Dark Brotherhood, then it had to be connected to my road to becoming the Dovahkiin."
There was a crunch as the Argornian stepped on a frost spider's corpse as he continued forward
No Man Left Behind part 3Some time had passed since Cicero had been led to his new living quarters. He managed to get a quick look at where he was when the soldiers removed him from the wagon. It had been at least a year since the Fool of Hearts been there with his Listener, but he at least now had an idea of where in Skyrim he was.No Man Left Behind part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
As Salvarus and the younger soldier dragged the jester through the corridors, he took the opportunity to look around as much as he could to try to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The many rooms had been carved out of stone and caverns led to different areas that played host to more Penitus Oculatus soldiers. Cicero had counted at least twenty, and was sure there were even more, hiding like Falmer in tunnels.
Cicero's new room was not very welcoming at all. The stone walls were worn and some had crumbled with age. Torches lined the walls, and it was easily the brightest area in the structure. A cell had been installed strictly for Cicero as it was crudely built into the s
Underground Beat Epilogue - EunHaeIt had been a year since Eunhyuk had joined the band. Some of the hardcore fans didn't accept very well the arrival of Eunhyuk, but his skills were enough to shut them off a little. The more opened fans were happy for him to be there, Hyukjae getting a lot of fangirls and attention. Why would anyone hate on him anyway...Underground Beat Epilogue - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi were protecting us like we were protecting them, keeping our relationships hidden from the others until we would be ready to tell them. Kyuhyun had a lot of fun giving me advise, and it would not surprise to learn Zhou Mi did the same with Eunhyuk...
It was night time, me and Eunhyuk were outside, in the park we had been a few times already, holding hands since nobody around could see us. A lot of fans were spreading rumours about us going out, and even if we always said we didn't have that kind of relationship, they probably didn't believe us anyway.
-I'm really happy I met you, Hyukkie.
-I'm happy too, Hae, I could never thought I would be one day
Sixteen Hours Chapter 1 - EunHaeThree months later.Sixteen Hours Chapter 1 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Donghae was sitting next to a hospital bed, circles under his eyes, half laying on the bed. His hand was stroking the inert hand of Hyukjae, with his thumb, looking at him with sad eyes. His head was against his arm, breathing slowly, only looking at his lover sleeping his long and endless nap, as he liked to think it was. Even if he didn't die when he was hit by the car, which was a lot of luck, he did fell into a coma and didn't wake once since that fatal day. Donghae was hardly leaving the side of this hospital bed, only leaving to go to the bathroom and when he was forced out by his friends. At first, Donghae was talking to Eunhyuk, trying to make him wake up, but he stopped after two months, only sitting next to him, talking only once in a while.
Leeteuk was outside of the room, with Shindong and Kangin, preparing themselves to go inside. Kangin and Shindong were almost pushing the elder inside, telling him he was the best person to go and see him.
Underground Beat Prologue - EunHaeIt was a dark night. I was walking down the street to this popular place for artist. This place where they could show up their skills and talents in front of a small public composed of other artists or tourist. I was there because of one of them. I was a dancer myself, but I was fascinated by this dancer. There was so much feelings, so much...beauty even, in his way to move. He was the best around, everyone knew him, but nobody knew his name.Underground Beat Prologue - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was there everynight, admiring his dancing skills, a little in the distance. He would always leave an hour before the sun would go up. He was never there the day, only at night, under the streetlights, never saying a word. He would just...come around and dance, then walk away and come back the night after. Nobody knows I come here everynight, they think I am out drinking, or practicing in my studio, nobody knows I am captivated by that man. I never see the time fly, I am lost admiring him, wishing that one day, I could be as good as him. In my w
Biting Feelings Chapter 18 - EunhaeHis mind was still foggy when Donghae's lips left his, making him blink a few times. It had been a while and those warm hands on his face was making him blush. The student started to remember why he was there in the first place and grabbed the bassist's hands with his own, breathing in deeply.Biting Feelings Chapter 18 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-I...I'm sorry I left without saying a word, he finally said.
Hyukjae lowered the elder's hands, looking straight at him.
-I...I kind of freaked out...
-Was it your first time?
Always so direct. The younger man only blushed more as a response. Donghae chuckled and dragged the younger with him, aiming for the chairs. Nobody else was there, Donghae's bass was against the long table and the case just on top of it. There was a few empty glasses around too, and considering the after taste Donghae's kiss has left on his lips, he would say the elder should be drunk by now. He didn't look like he was, acting as usual.
-Still cute as always, Donghae finally said with a grin. I don't hold a grudge, if you
Biting Feeling Chapter 14 - EunhaeWhen Shindong finally dragged Kyuhyun to the table Hyukjae was supposed to wait for them to, they were extremely surprised to see the place taken by someone else. They knew him, but only because of his face, they never talked before.Biting Feeling Chapter 14 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the drummer, drinking peacefully his red drink. Kyuhyun, annoyed to see their place stolen, walked straight to that guy.
-Oy! Wasn't that place taken already?
-There was nobody when I came around, Heechul said with a playful smirk. Why? Someone was supposed to be here?
-Our friend, Hyukjae. He's friend with your clingy bassist, answered the maknae.
-Oh yeah, that innocent face. Yeah, I saw him not long ago. You can sit down, maybe he'll come back eventually.
-Are you Heechul, asked Shindong. The one who told Hyukjae to come tonight?
-Oh, so you know about the plan?
Kyuhyun glared at his chubby friend, insulted he didn't know such an important thing.
-What plan, the tall man growled.
-Don't ask me, answered Shindong. I only know he planned something
Underground Beat Chapter 3 - EunHaeFinally, a day off. I slept until ten in the morning, waking up because of the smell of bacon, probably cooked by Ryeowook. I got out of bed,-well, more falling out of bed-, and dragged myself in the kitchen, some from the band coming out of their rooms like zombies to the marvelous smell of Ryeowook's cooking. I sat at the table, smiling. I was happy, I had actually no reason not to be. Day off, I had talk with the mysterious dancer and if I was lucky, our awesome cook would make us a big, warm and delicious meal for everyone! It was a good day!Underground Beat Chapter 3 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Hyung, you are the most extraordinaire person in the world!
-I am cooking for everyone, Kyuhyun, you don't need to be all sweet with me for food!
He smiled and was going to join Ryeowook in the ktchen when Siwon stopped him and pulled him out.
-I don't want to die today, Kyuhyun.
-I'm not that bad!
-Heechul is more competent than you!
-Why did I hear my name?
Heechul entered the room, still a little sleepy. Siwon just smiled and forced Kyuhyu
Underground Beat Chapter 10 - EunHaeI waited the next day to go ask Kyuhyun about what he thought, since he seemed to know so much. I didn't know how he could know such things, but I didn't need to wait long. It was maybe an hour before I was about to go to the stage, I knocked at Kyuhyun room's door. I could hear the song of one of his games playing as I opened the door.Underground Beat Chapter 10 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Kyuhyun, can I ask you-
I stopped and froze. Kyuhyun was half naked, looking at me with big eyes, as I realised Zhou Mi was under him, his shirt almost off, blushing like crazy. I didn't need an explanation to understand what was going on. They didn't move, Zhou Mi looked like he was about to get up and beg me to forget what I had seen, and Kyuhyun had just froze, unable to say anything. I slowly closed the door and said, before leaving them alone:
-Sorry, I'll ask later...Sorry for bothering...
I closed the door and walked away. I was at the door when the two of them rushed to see me before I leave. Kyuhyun took me by the shoulders and shook me, appar
Biting Feeling Chapter 15 - Eunhae-You look happy and pissed. Something happened, Hae?Biting Feeling Chapter 15 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hangeng smiled, leaving his guitar on the side. It was monday night and they were waiting for Heechul and Moonlight. Donghae was spacing out a lot, which was usually because something was bothering him. Ignoring his friend's protest, he force him to sit down, then took a chair to sit down himself. The chinese man then crossed his fingers, smiling.
-I have nothing to say...
-Oh please, Donghae. I'm not my boyfriend, I'm not here to make fun of you.
-Hyukjae was there last friday, right, asked the eldest.
-Yeah, he was...And I kind of lost it...
-You lost it?
The bassist gave his hyung a pouty look. He only received a soft laugh.
-You lost it, I see. Was it good, at least?
-He wasn't there when you woke up? Was it sunrise yet?
-I don't know, I didn't notice. I just...
-You can't forget about him.
Donghae looked at the guitarist with a lost look, wondering what was g
Underground Beat Chapter 2 - EunHaeEven if I had missed his show, I got to talk to him! Well, more answering to him, but it was a good thing! Plus, I wasn't as tired as the day before, so Leeteuk would not worry about me. I got back into my room, letting myself fall on the bed. I just realised I was smiling the whole time. At least I had an hour more of sleep before I had to get up. We had the shooting in two days, then we would have two days off before starting practice again. Those schedules were hard on us, but it was worth it.Underground Beat Chapter 2 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We had flimed most of the clip already, starting with the individual scenes so we would not be all sweaty because of the dance. We just completed those and done all the dance versions for the video clip, in different outfits and decors. We would be able to have a few days off now, if we were lucky and if all the scenes were perfect.
Another day done, I decided to take a walk in town before dusk. I really didn't want to miss it today. Was it because he had told me he hoped to see me again or on
Underground Beat Chapter 1 - EunHae-Are you sleeping much, Donghae? You look tired...Underground Beat Chapter 1 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-It's nothing, Leeteuk. I'm okay!
I smiled. Of course I was okay, the mysterious dancer had seen me! I smiled at the leader. He smiled back, not certain. I did look tired, but I couldn't stop myself from going out at night. He had rehearsal today, lots of practice to do since we had a new music video coming out soon. The teaser, actually, so we had to do the clip as fast as possible. I guess I will have to sleep more, or else I will be to tired to dance.
-You should probably take a day of and sleep, I can take care of the boss if you want, you look like you will fall asleep in any second. Go back in bed, I'll take care of it.
-Thanks, Leeteuk, but I'm really okay, it's not the time to sleep now. I will take a day off after the shooting of the new clip if you are too worried about me, okay?
-Okay, but take care of yourself!
He walked away, going to help Siwon getting Kyuhyun out of the bed, like every morning. Heechul was finally out of
Three FlamesThree figures, arms outstretched, heads aflameThree Flames in Free Verse More Like This
Long black limos with headlights on pass
Babies with teeth and angel wings fly by, grinning
In the twilight shadows move, tiny lights flicker
The end of summer has come, three flames light my way
A door floats in space; all must enter at some time
Those who survive winter may see spring again
Those far from home may find it, lit up and waiting
The devoid of dreams may find new hope there
At the least, the restless will find peace at last; all must pass
The names of the ancient cities escape my lips
I thought that I’d forgotten, but they come easily
The One whom I denied will not deny me, but welcome
The long tiring day succumbs to sweet night
It is finished; a thousand stars burst into flame; let it be
Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Old Man in WinterA cacophony of ticking clocks; blood in the sinkThe Old Man in Winter in Free Verse More Like This
Dry skin stretched taut over old bones, yellow teeth
Crumbling white listlessness, wispy hair mud grey
Vivid dreams during rare times of sleep; waiting
Always waiting on something, never knowing what
A wristwatch that stopped after seven years; fear
Old memories replace new plans, talking to ghosts
A race with time that can’t be won, rushing icy river
A gnarled tree, limbs coated with snow, stands for now
Outside of the window where he watches the world
Not a part of it anymore, but still hanging on; shreds
Counting powerline crows while clocks continue to tick
Days flip through like the pages of a book, always
Opening at five AM again; joyless vices now only habits
Retiring early, disappointed with the day’s endeavors
Waiting, ticking, listening for footsteps at the door
HomePink flamingos and garden gnomes, bright sun, long shadows across the lawnHome in Free Verse More Like This
A screen door slams and a fly buzzes in, through my ear into my brain
Jesus Christ walking across a puddle, something in my sweet tea, minds a muddle
A car horn honks and a mother yells, "Y'all come get these groceries!"
The TV's on a soap about lost love-bones, a queen sits in my dad's chair, fizzled and stoned
Light a Newport and try to forget the static on channel Z
Help me Rhonda my hat-heads flaking off, the dust on the dresser grown fat and soft
Who'll fry the bacon when I'm gone? Who'll remember this day?
(Last Night I Dreamed of) SnowFields of snow, vast expanse(Last Night I Dreamed of) Snow in Free Verse More Like This
Hard-packed, baled and stacked for delivery
Like cold sparkling cotton
AlzheimersLike moths in warm June air, like husks of cornAlzheimers in Free Verse More Like This
Like watermelon, and the big fence they wanted to build
Along the border
Like the first microwaves and TV dinners, like sand
But you live too far from the ocean to understand loss
And colored shells
Like running out of words but still needing to speak
Like a dripping backyard water hose, a rusted grill
You believe in things
Bright things, like intimacy, like play-swordfights
Close your book, clean your glasses and look again
It’s been gone for years
Flounder, fail, fall; dust beneath your bed accumulates
Warm rain pounds your windows, things fall apart
But you don’t remember
Said the DamnedScreaming butterflies invade my brainSaid the Damned in Free Verse More Like This
Tunneling through my ears, making me
Sensitive to light and sound, sped up
Ungodly beauty, unending sorrow
The brightest of pain
Pinholes of light cut through the darkness
Forming a pattern of words unrecognizable
They can only be read with the heart
I know those words
The words the butterflies scream
I know that ache, that pounding
Those echoes from metal wings flapping
Through soft caverns of misery
No relief, no release, no way to pry
My own fingers from my throat
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the skyA Fairy Tale in Free Verse More Like This
Dramatic chorus sings silken ribbons
On the mountaintop, out there in the darkness
Where plants are withered from lack of sun
And all that is now will be what was
And all that was will be once again
As limbs attach themselves to torsos
We get up and walk, smiling, into the light
Teeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembled
New feathered wings stitched to backs
The plants are green on the other side
Growth ensured by the ever-bright light
This Poem Is Not About Youlittle sprouts shoot out from my old potato headThis Poem Is Not About You in Free Verse More Like This
some are thoughts, some schemes
some only bad dreams
about rotten mushy tomatoes
in the back of the refrigerator
little scoops pulled out from my old puddin' head
memories, some sweet, some obscene
some hazy half-dreams
about when the world was bright
and open fields
went on for miles and miles
fingers sticking to my old candy apple head
imprints left by people and things
some shiny and bright
some dented deep and dark
all smudged together
with a few brown-edged teethmarks
Alien The alien awoke at four AM and waited impatiently for enough coffee to drip down to make a cup. Smoking had been banned in his building, and he wanted to take his coffee outside and have a cigarette before the earthlings began to gather. The alien didn't enjoy trying to smile and nod as they talked about the weather.Alien in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One coffee and two cigarettes later and he was back in his apartment. He was lucky this morning, and had beat even the earliest of the old farts. He sat down at the computer and began to write. It didn't matter what he wrote; the important thing was to write for an hour, about anything. The alien's name was Routine. The long day stretched ahead like an open road, but he knew each twist and turn. He realized that he was writing cliches, but let it go. No one would see it, anyway.
He missed the old days, before the Health Department ruled the world. He thought of JD Salinger, typing away at words no one would be allowed to read until after his death. He won
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
resurrected in the graveyard.sometimes, i think if i drive with the radio loud enough, i can drown my thoughts.resurrected in the graveyard. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i imagine them blue-faced and purple-lipped, clinging to the sharp edges of my imploding mind. i imagine them gasping for air bubbles and clawing at the walls, fingers going limp, feet twitching before they finally release and sink like stone to the mossy floor.
and in this screaming silence, i find peace. in the midst of the howling verse and raging chorus, i find my mind blank to the fury of the storm. i don't think about bleeding stitches or begging hearts. i don't think about drunken kisses with whiskey-fingers prying reality away. i can forget about burying the pain with raucous laughter, can forget about curling into my past with no desire to face my future any longer.
flying down the freeway, deaf and saltwater-blind, i can claw out a cave in the midst of the chaos and crawl inside the emptiness. i can crank the volume up and let my guard down, relax my white-knuckle grip on sanity, my fierce atte
love fell upside downbreathe; just breathe.love fell upside down in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he is just a boy made of cells and nerves wrapped around normal bone. he is standing there on two feet with two legs and pants hugging a waist made of flesh and blood. he is human. his nose is a little crooked and his teeth not perfectly straight. one could even say he is a flawed human.
look; look there.
his eyebrows arch out in odd angles, like bird wings taking flight off of his face. and that scar that runs down his jaw? certainly that, dear, certainly that makes him flawed.
look, his eyes are blue but not the blue of the ocean deep or the sky before the storm. they are just blue. no one could look in those eyes and get lost for hours as you say you have. they would be too busy wondering about whats for dinner or an appointment they forgot to schedule or why they are standing there staring into this boys eyes. there is nothing there after all, just blue lakes, dirty ponds.
oh, and see? he misspelled a word, he lost his place where he was reading,
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see youre crying, but dont worry, baby, ill be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but itll open again and youll be running down the airport terminal and ill be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, ill be counting them with you.
im home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and its a bitter feeling to be surrounded by all this carbon dioxide. i walked into our room and looked at the bed that we bought together last june. all that space made me ache. so i went and grabbed boston and climbed on top of the covers with him. hes such a good dog, charlie, you were right. he just put his massive head on his paws and let me cry in his neck.
when i wa
Inexhaustible.Sometimes, I long for the breath of sorrow that once guided me.Inexhaustible. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No longer is the twisting wind and the gnashing teeth of mourning cries guiding my fingers to my pen and my heart to the beat. No longer does my spine twist at dusk tying upon itself as my hands press against the small of my back, pushing my pelvis forward as I arch back, back, back into the great beyond of darkness and light. No longer is my sleep punctuated with awakeness and my days punctuated with sleep. I no longer am curled into the shadow of myself and plucking words from heartstrings that have long since bled dry.
Still, on nights where the moon is hollowed against the backdrop of the sky (nights where the sky is poised like a dagger upon the earth) I hunger for the sorrow that one drove me forward. I hunger for the aching and twisting pain that had pricked my heels until they bled into the cracks and calluses the never-ending fear of myself and the never-ending thirst for tomorrow. I thirst for the n
the redefinition of right.this is the kind of mistake you always hoped might happen.the redefinition of right. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's the sequel backtracking and breathing life into the clay-lungs of your favorite character, the news reporter glancing back at the teleprompter and ten thousand more souls clawing out from the mushroom cloud. it's the kind of mistake that fixes the imperfections and calluses of reality, the kind that smoothes over the ordered lashes.
it's not getting what you deserve, but rather, what you wanted. it's feeding you honey when you were prescribed bitter root, slipping you into satin when burlap was folded at the foot of your bed. it's the kind that scares you, because you know better than to think it can last, your fingertips brushing over the edges and expecting it to dissolve like a glorious dream, your tongue savoring the sweetness because you know any second the illusion might evaporate off every taste bud.
it's waking up and swallowing the sun. it's letting the burn settle into your belly and smolder, your very flesh expa
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:hello, beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.
sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.
not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and explore. finding the most breathtaking mosaics on hidden walls, you taking my hand and laying it against your scars. your trust that i wouldn't break them open, promises sealed with virgin lips.
i will remember the anxiety and the fears and the wonder. i will remember the dreaming and doubt and finding answers that only birthed more questions. i will r
my wild and reckless heart.You know what I love? I love my heart—oh, how I love my wild and reckless heart.my wild and reckless heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because my heart is not a beautiful one nor a pure one nor one to inspire sonnets. But it is strong. It is scarred. My heart is ever-thirsting; it yearns for beauty and sunrises and shooting star wishes and things that it cannot comprehend. My heart has tremors that rock it like earthquakes; it twists and shakes and tightens in ways that cannot ever be understood. It is not satisfied with the now nor yesterday and, in truth, it does not even grow fat and happy on the promise of tomorrow. It is forever in a state of want.
And I refuse to believe that is not okay. I love the urgent press of my pulse that nips at my heels and forces me to dance faster and wilder; I love the thump-thump-thump of that desire and the hold-me-tighter whisper that rips from between clenched teeth. I love the way my heart has flung me over cliffs and expected me to swim—and I love it still when I washed up on the beach
decay.please (oh, please)—don’t pass this over.decay. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
please, don’t fold it under your pillow or stuff it down the drain or wipe my mouth with the ragged corners as if you could clean the sin from my lips that easily. (if only, if only.) i know it isn’t much; i know the edges are torn, the ink running, the words blotted with blood and spit and tears. i know that you can run your fingers down the creases and find where the paper has been folded and crushed. i know you can close your eyes and find the weaknesses as easily as one might find my own.
i know; trust me, this i know.
but that does not make the plea any less important—it does not make it any less real. (are the cries of the feeble less valuable than the cries of the anguished? does volume drown out sincerity?) these words have been carved in marrow and dragged forth with the last breath of life as it rattled from my lungs. they are disjointed and bent, but the uglies—oh, the uglies—are they not wha
writing about you.Today, I am not going to write about you.writing about you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, I am going to write about the saltwater licking up on the beaches outside my grandfather's house. I am going to write about the way that the waves look at dawn: mercurial and vivid in the early morning rays. I am going to write about the time I ran into them fully clothed in the dead of winter, how the cold stole my breath, froze my skin, numbed my limbs. I will write about the only memory I have being tossed from wave to wave, like a child flipping hot bread from one palm to the other. My legs bent, my spine curled, my hair knotted in front of my eyes excruciating, frightening, but invigorating. I will write about how the pain brought life into greater clarity, the cliff edge shoving me into consciousness like the moment I thought I might lose you, curled on the carpet in that old room with my nails buried in my thighs
No, today, I cannot write about you.
Instead, I will close my eyes and write about hospital-grie
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february. in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon, in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
One more story Anna got a job working in Providence. She liked to have fun with Rex. Once in Providence appeared a guy.One more story in Sketches More Like This
Anna met him.
- Hi, Anna. - he said.
- Who are you? - Anna.
- Do not you recognize your brother? - he said.
- Aleksandr... You're 20 years old... You've become so beautiful. - Anna.
- And you are now 16 years old? - Aleksandr.
- Yes. - Anna.
- Why are you here? - he asked her.
- Because of Van Kleiss... He killed parents... - Anna.
- How did this happen? - Aleksandr.
- And where were you when they died? - Anna.
- I'm sorry. I was in Australia, at work. - Aleksandr.
- Well, go back there! - Anna.
She ran away.
- Why she was angry. Did I say something wrong? - Aleksandr.
- She's just upset... - Rex.
- Clear. - Aleksandr.
Later, Anna came to him.
- I'm sorry I'm just so ashamed that I cou
StoryAnna went to the Abysus for her belongings. Rather her laptop... She beware went into her room.Story in Sketches More Like This
There were pictures of her with Rex.
- That's where my laptop. - Anna.
Van Kleiss noticed her.
- What are you doing, my little friend. - Van Kleiss.
- Do not call me that! - Anna.
- Do you miss your parents? - Van Kleiss.
- Shut up! - Anna.
- How sweet. - Van Kless.
- I hate you! - Anna.
- You weak girl! - Van Kleiss.
- I will prove to you that I am no longer a weak girl! - Anna.
- And what do you suggest? - Van Kleiss.
- The battle ... If I win, I'm out of here with my things... - Anna.
- If you lose, I'll kill you. - Van Kleiss evil smiled.
Anna began the battle. She wounded him. Van Kleiss screamed in pain.
- What do you say now, uncle?! - Anna.
- Come on, kill me. - Van Kleiss.
- No. I do not kill for pleasure. - Anna.
- This is so noble, Anna. - Van Kleiss.
- You said
Mind games Rex fight with new Providence and saved Circe. Anna did not like it.Mind games in Sketches More Like This
- I do not want to help her. - Anna.
- I think I need to be with you. - Circe.
- Oh, how do you quickly agreed. I am very happy. - Rex.
Anna was upset upon hearing this.
- Can have some fun? - Rex.
- I'm tired. I need a rest. - Circe.
- Sorry. It s stupid. - Rex.
- I also have a rest. - Anna.
He did not answer. Anna was upset again. Then they decided to save Peter Meechum.
At this time Circe disappeared.
- Hello, Meechum. - Anna.
- Oh, hi niece of Van Kleiss. - Meechum.
- Usually I offended when so called me but I'll make an exception. - Anna.
- Sorry, Anna Black. - Peter M.
- This is better. - Anna.
White Knight told him everything and then began the strangeness.
Anna went to Rex talk to him.
- Hi, Rex. I knew that she will run away. - Anna.
- Why do you hate her? Maybe because of the fact that I love her and you do not! - Rex.
- What? - Anna.