Visiting HoursThe orange jumpsuit really didn't suit her complexion. But, then, they're not exactly intended to be fashion statements. The slow steps with which she moved, her lank hair and sunken cheeks weren't her either.I frowned as she took a seat across from me, "What were you thinking?" I tried to sound curious instead of judgmental.I needn't have tried. She simply lifted a shoulder listlessly, dismissing my question. "Nothing, really."Her appearance already had me so shaken, her attitude disturbed me even more, "Then why?"She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and there was such pain in their blue gray depths, so much strain that had pushed her to the breaking point, I had to look away. Shame that I hadn't seen her pain sooner filled me. Could I have helped? I had no way of knowing, but I wished I'd been able to try.Her quiet voice emphasized the hopelessness of her response, "What's it matter?"
Days 15 and 16Day 15Didn'tBroken windowIncriminating batGuilty lookAnd grass stained clothesYou glare and you yellGoing on aboutResponsibilityPlaying where stuffWon't get brokenBut, I said beforeAnd I'll say again,I DIDN'T DO IT!Day 16Stay A WhileAlways before, when I was afraid orMelancholy, you would hold my hand.I knew everything would be alright.Danger couldn't touch me, IRemember. And I rememberEverything stoppedAnd I forgot to breathe, hearing you wereMortal, like me. And you were gone.I sense your comforting presence,Nestled in your arms, everything'sGoing to be alright.
Thanks, LadyWelcome glimpsesIn the spring,Lakes of colorsDancing on the roadsideFlowing in the breeze.Lady Bird Johnson's legacyOffers this treat,Welcoming to our gazeEvery year,Returning for a distressinglyShort, but beautiful time.
Broken VowDaring the fates,Only you would make such a promiseNever one to fear what may lie ahead"There is nothing that will take me away."Gone now, despite your vow,Oblivion has taken you.
In the ShadowsWhere you fear the dark,I find it a lark.When your eyes cannot see,You will try hard to flee.Your desp'rate flight will be short,I will have the last retort.
NaPoWriMo Catch upReach (Day 9)Grand goalsTerrifyingly out of reach,Causing a paralyticLack of action.Break it down,Bit by bitIt can be done.Opinion (Day 10)Poison dribbleStaining the airOr inspirational blessingsIlluminating the dark.It could be eitherOr anything in between All dependingOn yourOpinion.Poison(Day 11>The snakeHissing into the earVenom drippingInto the brainDissolving synapsesUntil the mindIs the shapeThe whispererDesires.
Wings of Hopeintuition bird, sing bright the dawn as blooming secrets fall soft on mosaic stones;our gentle vines creep wild as wind,a wandering metamorphosis:winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,summer wings twinged and falling into flowersbefore reinventing destinyharmony garden, keep parched and persevering;this world will stop one dayto water the seeds with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--for now, nature watches quietas sun-dust butterfliescollect drifting souls like wishing stars
the ocean is pollutedthe ocean is pollutedand our children will be throat down baptizedin its weightless mausoleum choke.staring at the rising tideswallowing the shore,swallowing the rivers,man sees himself reflected across the cerulean surface,remembers the tyrants past,given power so surging(the helpless destroyers),sees the giant lumbering to transplant himin an ecosystem generated for the mermen,the chemically inflatedabove the land wherethere is only hunger and cold,the leftover lineageof an animal that slit its own tongueand drank its belly full,desperate for the memory of blood.
Year of JubileeYear of JubileeWritten by Adam M. SnowMy child, My child; lend Me your ear,heed My word, put aside your fear,your pride, your sword, your envious jeer- hear My voice and revere.See the world through grain of sand,this world of yours is My Father's land.Heed My word and make a stand- rain of revival is at hand.Your home will burn with Holy fire;your kin will see My Father's desire.Hundreds of voices will be lifted higher,many will speak with tongues of fire.The blind will gain a whole new sight,they shall see God's Holy might.Holy Spirit will in them shine bright,their tongues shall too with fire ignite.The lame will dance and dance so free,to a Heavenly chorus of praises towards Me.They will dance and dance so endlessly- rejoicing, rejoicing with tears of glee.The mute will speak with unheard voiceand sing aloud as they rejoice.Praises will flow from their new found voice,set ablaze as they rejoice.The de
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
DragonsDragons.Some say they never were,And were birthed from imagination.The same say that fantasyIs the realm of children and the insane.To believe in the magical,the mythical,And the fantasticIs to be as a child or a madman.I am neither and I believe in dragons.The majestic Lords of skieBorn of fire.In an averie of flamesThe eggs lieWarmed by mothers breath.Emerging weak and hungry,Parchment wingsUnfurl for the first time.Infant singsFor mothers attention.Noble, proud and powerfulLords of the skieReach the very stars withA thermal sighAnd one thunderous wingbeat.Upon the winds they soarSwooping, divingBreaking free from earths hold.StrivingHigher, faster, beyond the limits.All nations praise themEmblems adornedAnd they do not exist?Scorned!Fools, they are about you!Dragon, Wyvern, firedrakeBlack, white, blue, redThe old bronzeThe nobel silverThe regal goldThe death dragonThe luck dragonDragons! Live breath fire and flameMighty in body, glory in na
Pokemon NaturelockePokemon Naturelocke====================Rules:1. Can only catch first Pokemon in area.2. Must box fainted Pokemon in a PC labeled Grave, Tomb, Paradise, Heaven, etc...3. Pokemon get certain abilities corresponding to nature:Adamant: Firm. Sturdy.-Takes two deaths to fully die.Bashful: Easily embarrassed. Shy.-May not be set to lead party.Bold: Fearless. Daring.-Can survive one death from Pokemon of higher level.Brave: Risk taker. Heroic.-Can sacrifice itself to revive a Pokemon.Calm : Undisturbed. Peaceful.-Psychic Pokemon cannot kill this Pokemon. Careful: Cautious. Protective.-Can revive one Pokemon of its own type(s).Docile: Easy to manage. Ready to learn.-Gentle: Sensitive. Polite.-Can not battle against Fighting types.Hardy: Healthy. Tough.-Pokemon cannot be killed by K.Os.Hasty: Done too quick. Short tempered.-Can not hold items or berries.Impish: Immature. Mischievous.-Not allowed to evolve.Jolly: Cheerful. Pleasing.-After capture, allows you to catch the n
GarryxReader .:Together Forever:.For as long as you could remember, you have always worked at a very pleasant, and nice art gallery. Yet,at the same time, it seemed a bit....off. You would work late, and the pictures seemed to...move. Writing on the walls. Some pictures being blank. You blamed it on your sleepiness, and seeing things,but every time you mentioned it to your friend Garry, he seemed to dwell on it a second,then change the subject.You were a bit annoyed with this,yes, because you knew he was in the gallery, in 'another world' with a girl named Ib. You couldn't help but think she was a bit more special than you, since you have had a crush on Garry since you first met him. You manage to stutter around him when he was to close, or when he hugged you."Are you ok ______?" He would ask, curiously staring at your reddened face.You manage to squeak out an "I-I'm fine!" and walk off quickly after that.But today,today you were going to tell him you liked him.You had to,since your friends were pressuring you in
Miyamoto Musashi's Poetrywe reconstruct the manfrom shards of paper and pottery(a shrike in inka small wooden bodhisattvaa practical treatise on swordplay)he said his only teacher was Naturewhich is a fine thing to saywhen you're good at everythingthey say he slew Ganryūwith a length of oarhe'd whittled on impulse into a swordso much for the soul of the samurai:not metal, flashing and hardpriceless and irreplaceableonly a discarded wooden sparemerging from refuseto refuse returningand perhaps his poems were the samenourished by earth and waterwhispering an answer to windburbling off towards the long seaand this is how history left himand this is how I might find him:an old man on a mountainpreparing future warriors for poetrywriting his way backinto the world that wrote himwhen he emerges from his grotto to converse with the single scarred wholeness of the moon, I steal towards his poems and brush the pages across my hands, like reaching for a damselfly at rest, to see how his b
The WolfI am the wolf,The ruler of the north,The proud, the noble, and the truthful,My kind won't lead you to anything less than fruitful.Queen of the northern lights,Queen of the northern nights,I live for the winter and the cold,A story that has never been told.I am strong and swift,I run through the Alaskan snow drifts,But I'm also smart and wise.Nothing can take me by surprise.To man, I may be a dog,But that can change in the icy fog,My howl cuts through the night,And causes the poor man fright.Don't be alarmed,I don't mean you any harm,Unless you dare tread into my packShowing me the intellect you lack.I can take down a deer with ease,Smell a herd of prey on a breeze,Outsmart a bear for an easy meal,And make the other animals kneel.I am the wolf,The ruler of the north,My pack will continue to defend,And my reign will never end.
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.