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.
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
IgnoranceBehold the songbird,how he flits and flutters,tweets and twitters.As happy as can beamong the trees of green.In his blissamongst the trees where he exists,he sometimes feels something is amiss,but these feelings he is quick to dismiss.For why disturb the happiness he has attainedwith feelings of worry and doubt.Within these trees, a life he has sustained,a life spent flittering and fluttering about.But if the songbird grew brave enough to see,he would know the forest trees are meant to deceive.That the land of freedom he grew to know,was all but a show.If he really knew what his home was,what a tragedy he would be forced to gauge.Beyond the trees he would find glass...Glass that forms the walls of his cage.
Horses, HorsesThrough the window in my mindas I watch from behind my closing eyeswith the joys of happiness dripping through my veinsI see charging violently,peacefullyhorses.With their eyes full on fire.I see horses.Brilliant bright lights blinding.Horses, horses blinding me softly.With beautyemitting from their shining bodiesand rhythm sounding powerfullyfrom large elegant hooves.Horses, horses.Bright, shining lightfrom their glowing silver bodies.Power, shiningfrom brilliant black outlines.Freedom ebbing from pulsing veinsreverting back toward my gazefeelings of wonder.Glistening, glowingbright and shining,free and wild.They gallop from within my weak gripAnd disappear as I awaken my eyesTo view their full, great beauty.But they have gone.They have flown.Stretching out powerful stridesrunning from this mist,this fog,that surrounds me.They have gone.Left me alone.They were horses, horsesFree before my eyes.On fire with beautyEleganceMystery.Horses, horses.
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
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…
the lion's tooth grave of pragueThe sidewalk is dyed green againwith dandelion blood:white wispy limbs litter the cobblestonealongside the scars of bony stems.I am not a witness,only a passerby. I standin awe but not in sorrowof the departed dandelions,their souls crushed under street mower hell.I pull a survivor from the grassand breathe to strip it of its fleshso that its wish is granted:to not be left alone.
CaliforniaMy father was San Francisco and my mother, the Pacific;at five I was in love with nine-lane highways, the scent ofeucalyptus pressed between my fingers, yellow parchmenthills crumpled up under the eye of the sun. If I had a sunsetto myself I would curl up on a park bench like the hippies do,and eavesdrop on the sea lions’ bedtime conversations.Alcatraz never quite unbarred me and yet I have foundfreedom in hills steep as my shoulders; I know that I ambeautiful even in the rain because I have kissed the smokeof Berkeley and tasted her on my teeth. I was born todangle my legs over Golden Gate Bridge and of course,of course I would jump – not to fall, but to fly.
I took a LoverThunder blasts, under your palmsYou hit and break with the weight of the nightYou came at once, with a chilling hintand I opened my door, I let you in my armsYou said you are too roughYou said you may crush my bonesYou may freeze my bloodI said your touch is light as puffCome to my bed, leave your storms on the rugLet me count those snowflakes on your faceand wipe the mud off your weary shouldersLet me warm your hills, with one touch, one hugBut then, you will always leave meTo freeze a lake and rain down a forestand make every warm leaf shiverand I sit here and watch you rock the sea
princesshydrogen lungs bound ingalactic ribs are undercardiac arrest.we left the moon on repeat,and the sun died drunk inthe avalanche of night.but it's alright this time,because she can alwayssave herself.
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.