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.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skiesBrightened by only starlightChildren playDelightfully acrossEvery land,Field & Sea.Gravity is only an afterthoughtHilltops become ladders into the sky whileInferior planets stare down upon the EarthJealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.Keppler only thought of scienceLinear, elliptical, movement…Mythology had no such thoughtsNeptune & Nebulas both inhabit spaceOrbiting across the lonely darknessProbably never worried about mundane thingsQuestioning their existenceRight now or for all eternity such as us.Shooting stars make us joyful whileTerminator is an otherworldly spectacleUnknown to all those hidden in their housesVarious stars await us outsideWaiting to play like we did beforeXenagogue & invitingYouthful but ancient curiosities.Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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
.the rabbits twitchin their sleep;they dreamof red bitten neckswet with spit,the birds dream of their eggscrackedand runny -the mice dream of hearingthat tabby cat screamas the teeth of life ripitwide open
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematiciansthat calculate the gravitational pullthat tethers us to one another,teasing sense out of the fabricof Time and Space likewizened snake charmers.I thought them so horribly unromantic,searching for logic amidst wildflowers--reasoning being reason enoughto put one foot in frontof the other each day.True beauty lay printedon petals and pages,where I delved for pearls;the patterns in the pathosintriguing me into eachrising of the sun.I do not remember whenit occurred to me that without fractalsthere would be no trees, nor without lovewould people have any reasonto calculate the distances thatseparate them from their muses.
.you forget thatroses have thorns;a prick of theskin will tell youthat you're holdingher too tight
.green childrenforce themselvesup and outof their beds -the sun smiles,and reaches downto embrace them
Rainbowi.I have a bouquet of lightcliquesof shattered sunraysthat shun thosewhose rose is not as rubicundor whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.Slice up the whiteand imprison it in sardine canssyringesand push the plungers home.But no matter how much you may trythe result is death;for you've frayed the perfect threadsbeyond repairAnd only dried minerals and plasmasome darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.ii.My heart is a prism.All that's around meis coldand bleaksome hibernating hummingfrozen beneath the winter's coat.And inside,I must be a time machine,because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.And I've sprung forward to spring.I'm seizing the iciclesthat drip from the pallid cloudsand stripping themand cutting themand setting themand in my heart they are transcribedand flowers bloomin the rumination of the sunlight.I'm bursting;a host to the aquatic fermentationand I sip this bouquetan imitation of the future,slipping
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
canadian autumn magic Welcome home, the Earth says as the equinox draws closer the autumn is bountiful; like sliding into a hot spring after the hectic summer. There is always magic in the air when September brings its colors forth, waving its flag proudly, cheers erupting joyously. We change over to hold the trees closer together, waters cold and sparkling like mercury bursts of fragrance lingering every day; &
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.