HenMin - Cuter"Henry? Henry, where are you? Oh, there you a Henry? Henry, what happened?"HenMin - Cuter in Romance More Like This
I found him crying in a corner of his room, hidden, trying to escape the other members. I frowned and walked to him before kneeling next to him.
He looked at me with eyes full of tears and I hugged him softly.
"Oh Henry "
He cried in my arms, like the kid he still was inside, and I kissed his forehead softly.
"Who did this to you ?"
He didn't answer. I knew he wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't because he knew I knew who did this.
"Those 'Only 13' I hate it when they do this "
He started crying even more and I hugged him tighter, pressing kisses on his fluffy dark hair.
"It's going to be alright, Henry all Super Junior members are here for you, you know this. And I'm here for you too."
He calmed down after a while, but just stayed in my arms as I was singing softly for him. I reminded him how we all loved him and how real ELFs loved him too. When I told him how cute he w
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 26)I sighed for the nth time while snuggling in Kyu's arms. He was soundly sleeping, just like the night before, and he was hugging me tight, making me feel comfortable and safe, but I couldn't sleep. I knew we had school the day after and I had to get some sleep, but I couldn't. Kyu's words, Kyu's actions, Kyu's reactions they all made me unable to sleep. He wouldn't do anything to me. I knew that. He was too sweet to do anything to me I didn't want. That was not the problem or, actually, it was the problem. He would wait for me to tell him I was ready. The thing was, I didn't know when I would be. And I didn't know if I would be able to tell him, once I would beKyuWook - First Times (Chapter 26) in Romance More Like This
"Sleep, Wookie "
I turned. Aiiish, he was awake?
"Stop thinking and sleep."
"I can't "
"What are you thinking about?"
He stayed silent for a minute before he sighed softly, understanding. "I'm sorry I want you?"
"It's okay it's my fault "
"Because you're not ready y
KyuWook - Love Again (Prologue)I'm Kim Ryeowook, 18 years old. Student in Ahuntsic College, in Montreal. Living in the province of Quebec, in Canada. My two best friends: Lee Sungmin, 20 years old and Cho Kyuhyun, 17 years old. Or, should I say, my name is Ryeowook Kim, and my best friends are Sungmin Lee and Kyuhyun Cho. But saying it like this is weird. Kyu had a studio - he lived alone in his apartment -, but Sungmin-hyung and me couldn't afford a studio, so we had a multi-2 together. We were three Korean guys who met at school, thanks to the multiculturalism of Montreal.KyuWook - Love Again (Prologue) in Romance More Like This
The rooftop of the student residence of the college. 9:42 PM. Hidden in the staircase, behind the half-open door, I was watching, as hyung has asked me to. I heard Kyuhyun's voice first.
"Everything is so calm tonight. Isn't it beautiful, Min?"
I watched, as Sungmin-hyung sighed softly. I knew he would do something tonight. I knew he would say something tonight. He had told me about it.
He didn't like
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 23)"Ah Kyu-ah "KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 23) in Romance More Like This
"You'll get used to it, my love "
"So big "
"I know are you okay?"
"It hurts a bit "
"I'll be gentle "
I could feel his body around me, hugging me tight, and his lips kissing my skin, as he was slowly
I woke up gasping for air, panicking a bit, looking all around me in fear. What. In. Hell. Was I dreaming about?! I sighed and looked at Kyuhyun who was peacefully, deeply sleeping by my side. How had that happened again?
I closed my eyes, rolling in a ball on my side of the bed. I remembered how Kyu had hugged me tight before kissing me softly. 'I'll go take a shower,' he had said. I had started freaking out a bit, because anything could've happened after that but, in the end, when he had come back, he had kissed me goodnight before falling asleep on his side of the bed, not even two seconds after he had closed his eyes. I had stared at him for a while, amazed by how fast he had fallen asleep, before I had taken a showe
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 14)"Kyu, that's that's not !"KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 14) in Romance More Like This
I took my lunchbox quickly and ran to catch up with Kyu, who was already heading inside, his eyes full of sadness and surprise. I caught his arm - I had put my sandwich back into my lunchbox - to make him stop, but he freed himself and continued walking, clenching his teeth. I felt my eyes fill with tears.
"Kyu, that's not what you think it is!"
"Whatever " he growled softly, his voice shaking with sadness.
"Kyu! Please believe me!"
He suddenly stopped and I bumped in his back. I could see him trembling slightly. He sighed. "I believe you I know he did it, not you but "
He turned and hugged me tight, hiding his face in my hair. "I'm so jealous you made him taste your sandwich you never did this to me I'm so jealous he got this first time when I shall take all of them "
I frowned, my tears slowly disappearing, before I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Oh, Kyu! Is that the reason why you were s
KyuWook - Love Again (5)"Did you tell him?" asked Sungmin-hyung for the hundredth time.KyuWook - Love Again (5) in Romance More Like This
I stayed silent for the hundredth time, not wanting to talk to this stupid roommate of mine. He got up and put a hand on my shoulder. I growled and pushed his hand away.
"Don't touch me, you pedo guy."
"What did you say?!"
"Pedo guy. That girl surely isn't even 15, right? And you want to make her fall for you?!"
"When she'll be older "
"She'll see you as a big brother! You broke Kyu's heart for a girl who won't fall for you."
"You never know."
"Believe in this if you want. But don't ever come back to Kyu's side. He's suffering a lot because of you already. If you come back, I'll ask Ama to take care of you."
He froze. I didn't know what Ama had told him earlier, but I knew it surely had been traumatizing. Plus, because hyung would never hurt a girl, if she decided to really 'take care' of him, he would never be able to fight back.
I finished washing my dishes and went back to my room, slamming the door behind me and l
HenMi - Sunny Day (Chapter 7)I couldn't help but blush crazily, as Zhou Mi was repeating.HenMi - Sunny Day (Chapter 7) in Romance More Like This
"I love you. I really love you, Henry."
I kissed him so he would stop repeating and smiled when I slowly moved back.
"No need to say it so many times. I believe you. And "
I kissed him again, softly, and he kissed me back, until we both needed oxygen.
" and I love you too, though we don't know each other that much."
"You're so cute."
"But Zhou Mi has a brighter smile than me. And Zhou Mi is also sweeter."
"But Henry is better at drawing Mario on a cake, and Henry has adorable mochi cheeks."
Crap. Lost again.
He laughed and took the long knife on the table before putting it in my hand and wrapping his long fingers around my hand. His long arm landed on my shoulders and he pressed a kiss on my cheek.
"So cute. Should we cut the cake and share it now?"
"It's your cake. Why do you ask?"
"Because you made it."
"Okay, okay. Let's cut it."
We slowly, carefully cut the cake before making reasonable portions and putting the
KyuWook - I hate everything about you (13)KyuWook - I hate everything about you (13) in Romance More Like This
We were almost dry when I said:
"Um, Cho Kyuhyun?"
He sighed softly.
"When will you simply call me 'Kyuhyun'?"
"Not so soon. Cho Kyuhyun?"
"What what do you like about me? I mean, why do you "
"Why do I love you?"
"Well, first, you're nice."
"Not all the time "
"Nobody's nice all the time. Second, you're very, very cute."
I blushed softly.
"Of course. You're the cutest person I know!"
He was almost too sincere and it made me blush some more.
"What else?" I asked, trying to hide my blushing face.
"You're hard to get."
I sat suddenly.
"It's so hard to please you. It makes me become nice only for you. And it actually feels good to be nice, though I'll surely get bullied at school tomorrow."
"We're acting like friends for a month. Of course we have to do this at school too, so I'll stick with you and talk to you. And I'll abandon the popular people. I really hope I'll make you stop hating me so much, or else I'll be comple
KyuWook - Love Again (4)I went back to my apartment to get my books for the next class before going to Kyu's. We sat around the table and I stayed silent, waiting for him to talk. There was a reason why he wanted me to be with him, and I would wait for him to tell me what this reason was.KyuWook - Love Again (4) in Romance More Like This
I looked at him. The coldness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by infinite sadness. I placed my chair right next to his before opening my arms. He let himself fall softly against me and I closed my arms on him, hugging him tightly as his body started shaking. Tears soon started flowing and I sang in a gentle voice for him. I would wait until he was ready to talk.
It took fifteen minutes before he calmed down. When he stopped crying, he sat straight again, breathing deeply.
"Thanks for being here."
I smiled softly and patted his head.
"Hey, it's no problem, Kyu."
"I mean, thanks for not abandoning me. For understanding me. Not just for being in my studio with me."
"Still no problem, Kyu."
KyuWook - I hate everything about you (15)KyuWook - I hate everything about you (15) in Romance More Like This
I ate with him, his parents pretending they were not hungry for now. Surprisingly enough, the tuna salad was delicious. I didn't tell him about what I had found out. I didn't want him to think that I was so easy. Plus, I still mostly hated him.
I hate everything about you!
Why do I love you?
So ironic, how this song reflected exactly my feelings.
Cho Kyuhyun was arrogant, immature, popular and mean. I hated all of his sides and, to be honest, the fact that he had bought me expensive clothes the day before annoyed me a bit. I liked the clothes, but I felt uncomfortable about the fact that I couldn't pay him back.
I hated everything about him.
But then, why did I love him?
I knew this wasn't friendship. I would've kicked a friend trying to kiss me. But I had let this guy kiss me more than once. And, somehow, I knew I had felt his naked body against mine. But when? I couldn't remember.
After dinner, he insisted walking me home and I couldn't say no, so we both went to my house. I u
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
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
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
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
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.
A Tale of Pirates 6A Tale of Pirates 6:A Tale of Pirates 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Enemy: Damien the Guard Captain
To Hit: 8
Null: 0, Death, Poison
Other Information: Guard clothing is weak against fire!
Ailments: Marked (+50% damage for 4 turns), Pinned (escape check 11 or higher for 3 turns when attacking), Horrific Visions (resolve check 11 or higher for 2 turns when attacking).
Damien smokes on his cigar and grins, "You pirates are pretty good hey," he sniffs and boldly holds off the shakes from the Horrific Visions. "But I think it's time I upped this game..."
Damien whistles and Calls for Backup.
To Hit: 5
Other Information: Guard clothing is weak against fire!
To Hit: 5
Attacks: Single Area of Effect Attack
Other Information: Guard clothing is weak against fire!
To Hit: 5
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Prove ItThe Argonian remained in the large empty chambers of his room looking over the names and locations of the many places where Black Sacraments had been performed. The Night Mother had quite a lot to tell him that night; the Dark Brotherhood was going to be in for quite a profitable month.Prove It in General Fiction More Like This
KaNack was not his usual excited self. It had been three weeks since the Morag Tong imposters had been killed and three weeks since Brelyna left him. She swore to the family that she would not tell a soul about the Listener's true identity or the location of the Sanctuary to anyone; but she simply could not live with a murderer.
The mage pondered how she was going to explain their separation to J'Zargo and Brelas, but he was sure that she would send him a messenger hawk soon with all the details. They were to remain friends, but now there was an empty place in his heart that desperately needed to be filled.
It did not help that Vytalas and Kaie were always about and displaying their undying affection fo
My Own Path Chapter 1My Own Path Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Who is to say that one has to follow the path before him because everyone expects him to? Why should everyone else decide who you are and aren't supposed to be in life? Just because a few hermits decide that you are special, everyone in your adopted hometown suddenly assumes that you will drop everything to become the grand hero. Dragonborn? The hero of Skyrim? Who needs that kind of pressure when you are still fairly new to the land? If this is what destiny is, KaNack wanted none of it.
That must have been what made the young Argonian leave Whiterun early that morning. He didn't want to fight dragons or get involved in the Civil War. He had left his home in Black Marsh for one reason only. The College of Winterhold was supposed to be the best place to learn how to properly master one's skills in magic, and that was his destination.
He was still very young, barely in his twenties. He had his whole life ahead of him. Dragons were dangerous and he was still an apprentice in th
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 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
Wabbajacked Part 3The four assassins made their way through the lands of Skyrim as they continued to converse with one another,Wabbajacked Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
“I appreciate the assistance,” the mage insisted. “I’ve dealt with daedra before, but honestly, he was the last one I expected to jump back into my life.”
“I warned you not to meddle,” Lucien said as he walked silently along the freshly fallen leaves, leaving a fine blue mist behind him.
“Well, it was either work for the daedra or spend eternity in limbo, what choice did I have?” the Argonian snapped at the spirit. “I swear, sometimes you sound just like my mother.” KaNack turned his head to look over at his fellow sister. “Is Lucien as bossy with you in this realm as he is in mine?”
“I don’t have a Lucien,” she answered simply.
“You don’t?” the caster asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “That’s a shame. I owe a lot of who I am as a Dark Br
No Man Left Behind part 4KaNack stormed into the Dawnstar Sanctuary and paused only slightly as he went past the Night Mother. Whenever she had something important to tell him, she would usually immediately contact him near the entrance. She was silent though, and the Argonian continued to run in the sanctuary past Babette. She was startled as her leader hurried past, not even acknowledging her presence. The Unchild knew that obviously something had gone wrong, and she hurried after him.No Man Left Behind part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
"Nazir!" the Listener barked loudly as he stopped in the meeting room in the sanctuary. The center of the stronghold provided a large open space, which had since been decorated with a large wooden table and comfy plush chairs. All Dark Brotherhood discussions and meetings took place here.
Nazir appeared from one of the many holes in the sanctuary, and looked more than slightly annoyed by tone taken by his leader. Babette also caught up with KaNack, but she was more concerned than anything.
"Something bad has happened, hasn't i
No Man Left Behind part 8There are those who would say that it's nice to get some alone time every once in a while. Free of distraction and having nothing but their own thoughts as company. For most, that might be the case. However, after countless years of it, one eventually grows sick of hearing his own voice.No Man Left Behind part 8 in General Fiction More Like This
The jester had been kept in his new prison for at least two days. Two days of pitch black and deathly silence. One does not spend that much time in solitude without being able to estimate how much time passes by sheer sensation alone. His experience at the Cheydinhal sanctuary left a huge imprint on Cicero. The loneness was not easy for a man who had always been surrounded by those he called 'family'. They were all dead, and the silence began to slowly drive him mad. The Keeper had been released of his solitude when he was mercifully granted a friend from the Void.
The jester's laughter had been deafening, breaking the serenity of his mind. Laughter, jokes and songs of heroes and silly men n
Guild Wars Chapter 20The sanctuary was safe; no unwanted visitors could possibly enter the stronghold without knowing the code. All of the assassins could finally rest and recover from their strenuously encounters with the Morag Tong. Everyone in the Dark Brotherhood was getting some much needed sleep well, almost everyone.Guild Wars Chapter 20 in General Fiction More Like This
Cicero's wounds had been treated by the experienced hands and potions of both Babette and her Khajiit apprentice. He was still sore and in pain as his wounds could not be fully healed without a powerful restoration spell. He was willing to wait however, his friend needed rest and he didn't want to worry the Listener.
The Fool of Hearts was small and looked frail, but underneath that fragile looking form was a heart and soul that could rival no other. He was stubborn and tenacious and if there was one thing he would not do, it was disobey a direct order from his devoted Listener. It was his promise to his dearest friend that had given him the endurance he needed to survive the enco
Wabbajacked Part 4As the four Dark Brotherhood members continued their journey to Dawnstar, KaNack filled Hecate in on all the details regarding how he had ended up in her plane and what exactly he had seen or heard from Lydia when he had spoken to her.Wabbajacked Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
“There isn’t much else to say. What about your Brotherhood, sister?” the Argonian asked her.
"I guess I should tell you about who is in our Sanctuary," Hecate said as they continued to walk along the snowy lands of the Pale. "We recently reinstated Wayrest, so our numbers at Dawnstar are smaller than usual." She gave the mage a sideways look. “I take it that you know Nazir?"
"Yes, he’s a very good friend of mine," KaNack answered as he played with a small ball of fire in his claws, tossing it from hand to hand. The reptile gave her a smile. "I look forward to meeting your brothers and sisters."
"Just to be sure. Your Nazir is a snarky Redguard who likes to cook and Babette is an eternal ten-year-old vampire?" the Imperial as
My Own Path Chapter 25My Own Path Chapter 25 in General Fiction More Like This
Even though KaNack was sad to leave Winterhold, coming upon the familiar hidden door that led to the underground stables did make him feel a slight hint of happiness. It was a homecoming after all, and as much as he adored his companions at the school, he could not forget that these were the people that molded him into the strong being he was today.
As soon as he and his cousin got their horses settled back in their stalls, they pushed open the irons doors and entered the main chamber of the Falkreath sanctuary. The mage suck in a deep breath as the faint smell of earth began to fill his head with fond memories of the Dark Brotherhood. It was not until he had come back that he realized that deep inside, how much he truly missed his bloodthirsty family.
"We're back!" Veezara shouted out as he made his way past the Listener and towards the center where he usually trained. The green assassin promptly fell to the floor and crossed his legs, seeming to go into a trance.
Slowly, all the assa
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
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
Underground Beat Chapter 6 - EunHaeEven if I had told Kyuhyun he should go check it out, I still didn't want him to go with me. He could go in the crowd, I didn't want to share my spot. It took me a while to discover I could see really well from that spot, I didn't want to give Kyuhyun the joy of not having screaming fangirls in your ears, at least not yet. At least until he realised it...if he goes there in the first place.Underground Beat Chapter 6 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stopped playing videogames with him when the guys came back from shopping. I was beaten so many times at his game I needed a break. They started to talk about their day, and how it had been, showing off their new clothes. Kyuhyun joined me, without a real interest, mostly there to be what he loved to be: the evil maknae. I was there to play around, mostly, because I loved those guys. I looked at the time: I had maybe two hours before Ryeowook would start cooking. I got up and said I was going out for a walk, what I was really out to do, changed into others clothes, because I am not going out with
Biting Feelings Chapter 22 - Eunhae-For someone with such good grades and called a genius by most of the teachers, you are slow, aren't you Kyuhyun, Kaen added.Biting Feelings Chapter 22 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-I am not slow!
-Why is he here, asked Donghae.
Caught up between the two, Kaen sighed. Before either of them could attack her with their questions, she shut them up.
-I'll start with Donghae if you don't mind, she started. So, before you ask me why I didn't tell you, Hae, let me ask you what would have you done differently knowing that?
-You probably would have asked me lots of favours to get what you want. So no, I'm not going to forgive him a second time for being late.
-I knew he spent the night with Donghae, groaned Kyuhyun.
-Plus, she continued, ignoring Kyuhyun, it's not like I really hide it from you. How the hell did you think I knew he was underage the first time you made him come backstage?
-But you could've told me, Donghae said, pouting.
-Why? You are making out with my student. That's enough to stop me from getting near that s
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
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
Biting Feeling Chapter 10 - EunhaeThe good grade gave Hyukjae some freedom, and miss Kaen's call too, like she promised she would do. It still got him to be more often home studying than out fooling around. So, the next friday, when he was finally free to 'party' with his friends, it was no surprise he got back to the bar with the two of them. Well, he did say to Donghae he would go back once he could, and it wasn't like him to not keep his promises, but he was a little apprehensive. Not just a little, actually. Though, what was he worried about? It only had been kisses, right?Biting Feeling Chapter 10 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Hello guys, said the barmaid with a big smile.
-Hi Arianne-Li! How are you, asked the chubby student.
Kyuhyun stared at his friend, wondering how he learned the woman's name. He didn't have time to ask, that she was already giving them their favourite drinks. The three of them sat on the high stools, getting confortable before the show. For once, Kyuhyun would be able to judge Moonlight's performance.
-So, I guess the studying went well if you
Underground Beat Chapter 7 - EunHaeKyuhyun was waiting for me outside the dorm when I decided to go see Eunhyuk dance again.Underground Beat Chapter 7 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-What are you doing here?
-I'm coming with you! You must know the good spots, no?
I glared at him. He smiled widely. He knew I knew a spot where the fans would not bother us and he was happy to make me choose between suffering with him in the crowd or just show him were I was usually going. He smiled even more when I went first.
-Come on or we're going to miss it.
-Thank you hyung!
I sighted. No way I was getting myself in the crowd. I was not even sure he I would been able to see anything, and it wasn't worth Kyuhyun's suffering. Not enough. We went to my spot. I sat on the ground, took my cellphone out and looked at the time. I was a little to early again, we still had one hour to wait. The maknae sat beside me.
-When is he coming?
-In an hour.
-What!? I'm going to get something to eat!
-Alright, but I'm not going with you. I'm am not going in any restaurant at this hour.
I smiled and tapp
Dream World Chapter 24 - KyuWookIt was almost midnight when the two girls left to go to Ama's place. At least they were kind enough to not make any explicit reference to what could happen in my head that night. Only Ama had a big Cheshire cat smile on her face when she left. It became a little silent though, until Ryeowook smiled and yawned.Dream World Chapter 24 - KyuWook in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Maybe we should sleep. I did say I would make you sleep, right, he said to me.
I was lucky he had turned his back on me because my eyes went wide open because of the images going through my head. He turned around just when I had gain my cool, still smiling. Was he waiting for me to say something?
I walked fastly before him, going in my room, him following me. Why was I so nervous? Nothing would happen, I already knew that. I grabbed my pyjama and jumped on my bed, smiling slightly, Ryeowook taking his own from his bag before heading for the bathroom. I got dressed quickly and breathed deeply, closing my eyes. Damn it, I've never been this nervous before. I grabbed on
There's A Woman In My Soup The world was spinning too fast, and Jim knew that he was going to be thrown off. A flock of porcupines flew by like the winged monkeys of Oz. Colors swirled until they mixed together and everything turned the color of mud. Trees laughed as they were uprooted, freed from their monotonous standing. Someone whispered in his ear… “You’re in the wild, wild west now, baby.” He awoke, breathing hard, behind the wheel of his ancient Pinto. Horns were honking at him as he pulled back into the proper lane. The narcoleptic episodes were becoming more frequent, and he was worried.There's A Woman In My Soup in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silv
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
Soft ParadeDown the darkened four AM streetsSoft Parade in Free Verse More Like This
Morrison leads the Soft Parade
I've had enough beer for it to be all wavy
like watching a movie underwater
Bridges burn behind them
hearses falling off into the river
The string of bad luck and trouble is almost over
gone quietly in the early morning hours
Not with a bang or a whimper
only an extended sigh and the shake of a rattlesnake's tail
I watch as always from my window
feeling the dawn aching to come
ScrawlingsA ninety foot tall cross bordered in stable white neon; above it another sign, running red and white lights. It reads “Hope” for a few seconds, switches to “Dope” then back again. Caution: causes seizures in those prone to epilepsy. At the bottom, men with nicotine-stained fingers stir great pots of jambalaya. Occasional cigarette ash drops into the pots for seasoning. Look up; yellow-tooth smile.Scrawlings in Free Verse More Like This
Up on a lonely hill a woman plays violin. A classical tune that I don’t know, something about the wind in the trees. There are no trees here, though, only rocks and ocean. She hears bells in the distance, calling her home, but she hasn’t finished her song. The last note has to be played before she can go. Her mother weeps.
I heard a woman read her poetry today… such a clear and beautiful voice. My own has grown ragged and rough with too many years of smoke and drink. We should read something together, I think; her one stanza and I the next. Some
Heading HomeBitter-boned, I break and crumble to dustHeading Home in Free Verse More Like This
My pockets full of keys to places that no longer exist
An oystershell ashtray full of butts and ashes beside me
Testify to dreams of green hedges and white picket fences
A tapping on the door, a rapping on the wall
Ghosts always like this hour just before dawn
A bird screeches and I wake again to the stinging day
And shufflestep towards home from a thousand worlds away
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowdComing Home in Free Verse More Like This
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
A FuneralThe girls wore death masks and long white robes, trimmed in gold. The masks were white, painted with designs and gold sparkles. They carried a white coffin, bent not with its weight but with their grief. Down to the river, beneath the willows, to a hole dug in the soft earth. That's where they buried their sister, that sorrowful day in June. That day that wanted to rain, but didn't; not until she was safe in the ground.A Funeral in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Four elements, four seasons, but now only seven sisters. The rain began, and lasted seven days. Everyone in the land had vivid, disturbing dreams for seven months. It drove some of the more fragile insane. It affected the work of all. Things taken for granted, like the seasons coming in order, became strange and unpredictable. All because of an event they knew nothing of, a funeral they never attended.
It went on for seven years, until the birth of a new sister. Not a mortal soul knew why.
HomesickI was there, walking those dusty roads of the sandhillsHomesick in Free Verse More Like This
When at the end of a long summer day, it would take
an hour for the sun to ease himself down
and let the stars come out to play
Guitars strummed on porch-swings after supper
(both kinds, country and western)
kids playing in the front yard by the porch-light's glow
And damn at all the dogs... every house had at least one
I ain't saying everybody liked each other, but everyone
knew each other, and whose kids were whose
should they be seen doing something wrong
Me, I was in a hurry to grow up and leave, the city called
You can take the boy out of the south, but not the south
out of the boy, not even after years of city living
When you lie at night with the fan on and the windows open
And wish you could hear a rooster crow
EastMy window faces east, I sit at my desk and stareEast in Free Verse More Like This
at the headlights crawling west past the backlit buildings
Sometimes I watch from the roof, looking west
just to get a different view, but it's all the same
Days come and go, nights come and go, but I stay
There's a place by the ocean I dream about, early morning mist
grey water, grey skies becoming blue, solitude, stillness
I keep a key in my pocket with "love" written on it, and wonder
what it might unlock; maybe trade the city dust for ocean spray
Someday, one day, but not today, it's never today
I close the blinds against the rising of the sun and go back to work
But the key in my pocket is warm against my thigh, it says "fly"
But I wait; fate will find me in the right place at the right time
It always does, somehow, and my brain whispers to my heart
to be patient, good things wait, but farther down the line
Son Of ApolloMore beautiful than the mighty ZephyrusSon Of Apollo in Free Verse More Like This
is the god of the sun,
of golden afternoons...
So is more svelte, the son of he,
a heart of strings,
a poet's language...
Hark, how he sings
the songs of light!
-And reminisce his glow...
SomnambulismMemory faded into surrealism, and I recall malapropismsSomnambulism in Free Verse More Like This
like hypnopompic oneiromancy, a gift you always had-
Tatterdemalion opsimath, yet truest love of my life,
disregarding your caitiff, legerdemain dispositions.
All too soon do I wake, to my valetudinarian, captious self.
This night cannot proceed, and with it you fade-
Another anamnesis, slipped through my fingers.
Return to our world, where I am the scholar
and you are the devil himself, taunting me with
all of those sobriquets- tangled in tantalizing ecstasy...
DendrophobeIt must be the silenceDendrophobe in Free Verse More Like This
of the fall of noontide-
exaggerates rustling leaves,
break beneath my stride.
Does this make me a monster-
to kill what once was life?
Could it be the trees
That they bend so contorted
and so unduly morbid--
--or could it be the wind
and how it shapes them dancers,
my eyes to never
the science of this weather-
is it now that my life does end
within the dense and dead
and at the hands of such a thing
with a very twisted head?
Another Look At UsIntake of breath,Another Look At Us in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, how I still feel you
Making it harder for me
To even breath in this room.
Take your ghostly figure,
And depart this life you left.
Not with my eyes can I see you,
With my skin, I feel your iced touch.
I hear the words you never really spoke,
Tricking me into wakefulness, that extra glass.
Peering over the edge of an alternate reality,
Where you appear the filthy creature you really are.
ConscienceLike a window was it,Conscience in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a different time
when I held my head up high
and left it in the clouds.
Tattered is it now,
the result of personal war
where I am held prisoner
for my past, overflowed with carnality.
and completely ruined
A Brief BreathPrecious pale morning light,A Brief Breath in Free Verse More Like This
Bring me the wonders
Of your falling leaves,
And your songbirds, who remain
Only for a time.
Warm evening colors
Tell me the sweet tales
Of the previous seasons resignation
From this Earth,
Your home today.
Chilled nights, remind me
That you are the moment
Of relaxation between now
And the coming days
Where I feel both free and safe.
A Moment of HonestyWithin the soul,A Moment of Honesty in Free Verse More Like This
I am who I have claimed to be.
The bleeding, broken poet boy,
Who needs no understanding.
Within the mind,
I am who I have claimed to be.
The boy who requires naught but poetry
And the verses of his heart to sustain life.
It is only on the surface,
That I live this blatantly obvious
And incredibly painful lie.
It is only there that I am not myself.
Tell MeOh tell me the truth love,Tell Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And stop all this mystery-
I just want to hear you say
That it's not just a game
I have the time dear,
If you want to wait 'cause
Patience is something
I've learned, and learned well.
Time to me is nothing
If I haven't got you-
Yes life for me is something
Beautiful with you and
I'll keep on holding on,
Say you will too
Just say you will too.
By now I'm rambling
About all the things that we've done.
Yes they're just stories,
But I love them dearly my darling.
I want to be
The one that you see
And smile for on the worst days-
Because I'll make it better somehow.
Time to me is nothing
If I haven't got you-
Yes life for me is something
Beautiful with you and
I'll keep on holding on,
Say you will too
Just say you'll wait too.
Be Seeing YouOf all that I've done,Be Seeing You in Free Verse More Like This
All that I could do,
One of the greatest
Was knowing you.
Four years of hell,
I could never understand,
Why we never got lost.
This track took many directions,
Though we have always had decisions
Now there is a crossroad,
And only one person can walk these lines.
It is like losing a part of me,
Which I guess you take with you
While you go away,
From this God forsaken place.
The greatest thing you could do,
All that I will ever ask,
Is to make the best of it.
And be happy there, without me.
A Boy Like MeMy guilty pleasuresA Boy Like Me in Free Verse More Like This
stirred with a cup of tea,
it's just another night
for a boy like me.
I'm the waiting wolf;
the shadow in your closet,
a nightmare, no reflection.
Not a thing you do can stop it.
The howling in the wind,
I'm carried on a breeze.
here to pay my visit,
so daunting, and horrid, a monstrous tease.
Truth is I haunt you,
like a ghost in a bad dream,
because I never meant to
fall for a boy like you.
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
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
the fear of falling.i'm living my life with fear bubbling up my throat.the fear of falling. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm guarding my heart with iron lace and gritted teeth because even the prospect of getting burned is enough to leave me on the porch. i'm trembling like autumn leaves, my spine cracking like an age-worn book, eroding at a hundred words a minute into a pile of rubble that is getting lost in the wind. i'm putting my toe in the water and easing around the edge, keeping my back to the wall and running like hell when i reach the exit.
because i'm pavlov's dog and when that bell strikes, i'm already diving for cover. because your eyes look like an earthquake and i only know one surefire way to avoid falling down the fault line. i can't get hurt if i never play the game, i can't get scarred if i never approach the flame. i'm tasting the arsenic with the tip of my tongue but i'm not able to brave downing the entire bottle. because i've been down this road before and left bloody footprints on my staggering way home. i've been at this cross po
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
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
i can't see the sky.i hate the word lonely.i can't see the sky. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
it dries out my mouth like i had tried to swallow tumbleweeds, it scratches the back of my throat like i'm trying to regurgitate memories from an empty stomach. it leaves me sitting in the middle of an empty room and wishing the ceiling would cave in because then at least i'd be able to watch the stars.
instead i'm just laying on top of the covers pretending to count them in the drywall and imagining what it would feel like to have your arm behind the curve in my neck. instead i'm closing my eyes and listening to the suction in my veins because i am hollow and caving in. i keep painting you with rich, lush adjectives, but you're just a cardboard pipe dream that falls flat and leaveleaveleaves me without air.
i keep spending my nights sketching your eyes on the ceiling, but i still can't see the moon.
and you know, i keep my hands busy during the day to ignore the faint shaking they do when i know they want to be holding yours. i keep my mouth talking to ignore t
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,
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
it doesn't come free.if you want it, you're going to have to catch it.it doesn't come free. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're going to have to run until your feet are caked with silt and your mouth is burned with wind, until your heart is laboring behind rusted ribs. you're going to have to chase it through sand storms and ocean tantrums and to the edge of the world and over. you're going to have to strip out of your clothes and inhibitions and fear and pride because it's not slowing down. it's not going to idle in anticipation or pause or give you a fair shake. it's going to twist in currents and cut corners and laugh as it's free diving into still lakes.
if you want it, you're going to have to tempt it.
you're going to have to promise with a honeyed tongue and then confess with bare-boned honesty. you're going to have to be cunning and honest, vulnerable and strong. you're going to have to know the art of silence under blue moon stars and the seduction of words breathed through smoke veils. you're going to have to twist poetry from your capillaries an
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
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
con † † † † † †ons,
† †ste † † ti † † † & you are the Milky Way.
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress in Free Verse More Like This
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
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.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Pleaseómy moon,
pleaseógive these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 3 in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact. in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
( 4/05/2014 )poets got it hard( 4/05/2014 ) in Free Verse More Like This
when the muse
only falls in love
i hate her,
that rat girl
who thinks she’s
god sent hero
or some shit.
in her own
to think about
& giving them
all they do is
living out of my suitcase
wasn’t such a bad idea-
i’ll be running away
any day now,
GR: Valentine's Day of Anna Black. One day Anna was walking and met Van Kleiss.GR: Valentine's Day of Anna Black. in Sketches More Like This
- What the? What are you doing here? You want to fight? - she asked.
- Hello, I ... just ... this is for you. - Van Kleiss presented her with a bouquet of lilies.
- Where's the catch? - Anna.
- Happy Valentine's Day, Anna. - Van Kleiss.
- Um... Thanks. - Anna.
A minute later she started allergy.
- Damn I'm allergic to those flowers! - Anna was angry at him.
Anna wanted to start a fight with him, but he had already ran away.
- I hate lilies, I hate you! - Anna screamed in anger.
Later she returned to Providence and Rex gave her something.
- Hi, Anna. - Rex.
- Hi, Rex. - Anna.
- Happy Valentine's Day! This is for you... - Rex gave to her chocolates.
- Oh, it is so cute, Rex. - she hugged him.
- I'm glad you liked it. - he blushed.
In the evening, Edwin presented her red roses and lovely dinner.
- Happy Valentine's Day, my angel. - Edwin kissed her.
- Thanks. - Anna.
Anna s sacrificeOnce Anna, Rex, Edwin, Yumi and Ren fought with Van Kleiss.Anna s sacrifice in Sketches More Like This
- Do not touch my friends! - Anna.
- Well, I'm not going to kill them if you promise me to go to my side. - Van Kleiss.
- Okay, I agree. - Anna.
- You're really going to work on the one who killed your family? - Ren.
- Not necessary, please... We will cope with him. - Edwin.
- I'm sorry. I love you. - Anna hug Edwin.
- Anna ... - Yumi upset.
- I'm sorry guys. - Anna.
- It's nothing. I trust you. - Rex.
- You would have done for me the same thing. - Anna.
- I trust you, but I'm worried about you. - Edwin.
- Edwin, I'm sorry, but I can not do otherwise. Goodbye... - Anna.
Open the portal and Anna and Van Kleiss disappeared.
- What are you doing here? - Breach.
- Now Anna is one of us. - Van Kleiss.
- Unfortunately yes... - Anna.
- I am glad you're here. - Van Kleiss.
- No, you glad that I will not see my frie
Generator Rex : Anna Black and Van Kleiss story One day Anna went on a mission.Generator Rex : Anna Black and Van Kleiss story in Sketches More Like This
- Be careful. This E.V.O. kill anyone who touches him. - dr. Holiday.
- Do not worry, dock. I know what I'm doing. - Anna.
Anna jumped from a plane.
- Sometimes she so similar to Rex. - dr. Holiday.
- That's right. - Agent Six.
Anna noticed her uncle, Van Kleiss.
- What are you doing here? - Anna.
- Trying to stop E.V.O. which is very dangerous. - Van Kleiss.
- This is my job. Do not bother me! - Anna.
- Do you have a plan for how to stop it? If you want to save the world, hero you have to listen to me. - Van Kleiss.
- I do not trust you. - Anna.
Best FriendsOne day Anna and Rex went on a mission together. They went to the Abysus.Best Friends in Sketches More Like This
- Anna, you're scared? - Rex took her hand.
- I feel anxiety. Yes, I'm afraid. - Anna.
- Do not worry. - Rex.
Appeared Van Kleiss.
- How nice. - Van Kleiss teasing Anna.
- Shut up! - Anna.
- Today you die, Rex. - Van Kleiss.
- I do not think so. - Rex cunningly smiled.
- I want to kill you both. - Van Kleiss.
Anna was scared. Rex protected her. Then Rex attacked by E.V.O. s.
- You're coming with me. - Van Kleiss grabbed Anna.
- Do not touch me! - Anna.
- You're a naughty girl. - Van Kleiss.
- What do you want? - Anna.
- I want to kill Rex and you can not prevent it. - Van Kleiss.
- I can. - Anna.
- Then I'll deal with you. - Van Kleiss.
- Murderer! - Anna cried.
- You are so love him? It is so touching ha ha. - Van Kleiss.
- What do you mean? Rex is my best friend from childhood
Generator Rex. " End Game " Part 2.Generator Rex. in Sketches More Like This
Anna came to see what makes Caesar. He talked with Rylander.
- Hi. You can talk ? Face to face. - Anna.
- Hi , Anna. Now we move away. - Caesar.
- Hello, Anna. How your relationship with your uncle ? - Rylander.
- Hello. Think they would never forgive him. - Anna.
- He has forgiven you. Now you must forgive him. I do not believe that it is talking. -Rylander.
- Ok. - Anna.
- What do you want me to say? - He asked, when they moved.
- Rex does not love me ... But I can not live without love. You know what I mean. If I am not who does not love me I will be very lonely. - Anna.
- I'll tell you something. When I found Rex, I saw you ... As you grew up. What you have become beautiful. I fell in love with you. - Caesa