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Happy birthdayJust as every year, the minutes
leading to midnight were pregnant
with disappointed expectations.
Expectations that carried within them
the knowledge that nothing was going to happen.
I knew those words were coming, but
they felt empty -
just like a lame "take care".
Her intention probably wasn't empty,
but words are like that sometimes.
My "Thank you" was worse,
like a vacuum sucking in the following words,
whatever genuine thing it could've been.
DawnYou sit forlorn, mist lining your faces
Your deplorable, despicable faces -
dull promise running through them
like an unobtrusive strand of hair.
The moon melts into an angelic face,
the stars come together to mend your heart.
Bolted to your seats, tired and dazed,
the perfect sunrise.
But who will mourn your loss?
How will you relinquish your pain?
There are no authors left to
write of such fatuity anymore,
for they're all drudging to pawn off their own pain,
weeping like children, carving into tree barks,
vomiting outside cheap bars, drunk,
penning away in the hope of respite.
So go home, and change that lightbulb.
There is no real dawn.
A poet's crimeI've committed a single crime, far too many times. I hid it in my pockets till it burnt my fingers. I held it inside me, like a mother protecting her child from evil. I nursed it within me till it grew, moulded it into its best form, carved it into my veins.
One morning when I woke, my head remained drenched in a darkness saturated with cries. To have held on to a poem until it finally died, escaping my veins, my pockets, my memory. That is a crime. And I have a history of crime hiding behind my ears.
PenpalYou always write, from
a country that's too far away.
You tell me of your sins,
your relationship with your brother,
your best traits in bed.
You send me coins; I picture you
a different face on each of them.
I hold one to my chest, smell it.
May be you smell like coins. Or
freshly laundered sheets.
You send me mix tapes; I listen in the bath.
I can't read or watch insects surround street lamps,
without you tip-toeing through my head.
Do you dream of unspeakable things?
Does the sound of velcrow somehow comfort you?
Do you also watch railway tracks
converge and diverge, struck by its beauty?
These are things I want to know.
With your every letter,
my fingertips beg to find your face.
Another one, another timeThe stereo is vomiting our every song one by one.
But there is a silence, thick as custard
that tells a story of
two lovers and twenty thousand loves.
You are here with me, listening too.
Climbing on to my collar bone,
licking my earlobe and teasing my every sense,
before you settle, lodged between my ribs.
I think always, of how it would be
if we stayed close enough to touch
but not kiss,
to discover what we loved and hated
before we separated.
I wished that in the whiteness of your room,
I found a space next to you,
just by your side -
to see the world
the way you saw it.
Staring at the ceiling didn't
feel the same without you.
Still, I have no regrets.
I am more fragrant now that
I recognise myself as an entity separate from you.
I reek of my own mistakes,
and bloom alone on dew-kissed magenta mornings.
But one day, we will bloom together once again,
shaming sunflowers and shutting up glottis.
You are yours and I am mine.
One day, very soon,
I will have words to put out here,
Black and whiteMy hands are pressing piano keys,
black, white, white, black, white.
You are there, sitting at a distance.
Staring into the Earth, tall grass and shadows and all,
dirt waiting to get into your nails.
The sun here is always either rising or setting.
This is today and that, tomorrow.
We have no in betweens.
At the balconyCups of tea brimming with
fuse with smoke-rings that
leak from our mouths.
I watch them, as they escape into the
yellowness of artificially lit skies.
MuteI made love to you one night
and came back feeling as beaten
as the bus I sat in.
I held on to the frayed seat,
the weight of remorse
bearing down on me.
Staring out the window,
I felt my fingers numb.
Hidden away like a dreadful sin,
I still wait for you.
Come, suck the sweetness out of me.
Drink me, be sated.
Today, you celebrate your anniversary;
and my weakness.
CityCity of dreams
city of profligacy.
Tall buildings loom over me like
hungry vultures over a corpse
Salty waters surge at my feet,
trying to sway me, shake me, and lose my grip.
There is no poetry here.
Words that creep out of road-side flowers
and man-made fountains
shrivel up like raisins under the sun.
Rhyme that drifts in ethereal melodies
falls flat to the ground like
birds shot dead.
People walk about like
weary robots in spurious contentment.
Sweat and grease traded with
There is no poetry here.
The days stretch on like
an ocean of waste,
too vain to be salvaged.
City of dreams,
City of make-believe,
I wish I could leave.
Burning Sky - Chapter 01Houses that looked all the same, squeezed between each other in a colorless street under a grayish and lifeless sky. This was the street where Harry had moved to with his mum a while ago. They already had organized the furniture inside the small house and now were relaxing. However his mother complained about the depressive neighborhood, Harry saw something interesting in it all. He was used to streets full of life, trees and children playing catch, so this was a huge change. His mum had mentioned how the dead-looking sky above them was still the same so this was something familiar to keep in mind. That was true, the sky really was the same and certainly at the sunset, that was about to start, they’d be able to see the red clouds just like they did in their old house, but for Harry this would still be a different experience because of the whole scenery around them.
He asked his mum if he could take a stroll around and see if he found anything interesting, and as expected, she sai
Burning Sky - Chapter 02In the next morning Harry woke up early, as if by impulse, and ran to his computer to send an email to John. He apologized for not sending the message last night as he said he would and invited the boy to go exploring after lunch. He really had no further plans, he just wanted to meet John and talk to him. His mum wasn’t so certain about it, she didn’t even believe that Harry had found a grocery store. Well, it wasn’t that she couldn’t believe, she just didn’t want to. That “John-boy” could not even be called John! She was so suspicious of everything around Harry since he was so gullible... She just wanted to protect him. He insisted so much, though! He even swore to her that John was a real cool fellow and that they talked about the sky the other day. Of course he didn’t mention John smoked, he wasn’t that dumb. After all the pushing, she let him go meet John. Harry had to agree, though, that she’d go with him to and also che
Burning Sky - Chapter 03- Who’s that, John?
- No one. – He replied with a dry voice - Come here please, Harry – John whispered to Harry, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the back door.
- No, John – Harry stood in place, petrified – I’d like to meet your sister!! – He fled from John and walked over her – Hello, I’m Harry! I’m friends with your brother… You’re very cute, what’s your name?
- The spell has been cast; I was too late – said John dramatically to himself.
- My name is Alexa – She said as her black cat showed up from inside and asked to be carried by her. Alexa picked up the animal and held it in her arms. – Want some orange juice, Harry?
- Sure!! Thank you! – He replied, hearts in his eyes.
- Come in. – Every word she said had no emotion at all, she seemed cold as stone, but for Harry it was as if she was glowing from beauty. John’s
Sealed With My Kiss Chapter 2Sealed With My Kiss
I was walking around Alamos Town shopping for more flower seed's and get some Pokemon fruits while I'm at it, I'm sure the pokemon well enjoy it I stop seeing Dawn at a stand saleling Lunar Wings necklace so I walk over "Hey Dawn!"
She turn around after paying for it smiling at me specially Piplup he rush to my side waving his little flippers~ So cute! I bend down to pick him up "And hello to you too Piplup, you not causing anymore trouble for Dawn are ya?"
"Pip, piplup!" I couldn't help but giggle at how adorable Piplup is being~ "What did Piplup say?" I look at Dawn who was carious "he told me; I haven't cause any trouble....yet." I pet Piplup on his head while Dawn groan "great...oh want to come join me and the others?"
I handed Piplup to Dawn shook my head no "Not today, I have some shopping to do tell the other's I said hi though." I wave then walk away getting the flower seeds and what not's.
After a while I got all I need counting while walk
Sealed With My Kiss Chapter 1Sealed With My Kiss
I was feeding the pokemon in the garden I enjoy taking care of pokemon and it helps Alice, oh Alice is my dear friend we've been friends since I moved into Alamos Town. Oh! How rude of me, my name is Allison Harp I'm not pokemon trainer but I do have one special pokemon partner.
"Arc! Arcanine!" I blink hearing my pokemon friend rushing over with two cute pokemon on it's back, one was Piplup and the other was Pikachu "Oh hello Piplup, Pikachu." I scratch under Pikachu's chin he sure was enjoying it until Piplup pushed him off of poor Arcanine pointing on his chin too, I sweat drop.
"Pika! Pikachu!" the Pikachu wasn't too happy about being pushed off "now, now you two. You little one have to apolagize to your friend...or I wont scratch under your chin." I wink being sneaky "P-piplup!"
Piplup jump down my Arcanine so he sat down to watch beside me, Pikachu had his small arms cross looking away not forgiving Piplup "P-piplup? Pip piplup!" I went down
My BeginningGrowing up was never easy for me.
Pain is all I've ever really felt throughout my life.
When I was a kid, my parents abused me and shunned me,
my sister, they loved and adored, whereas, I was cast aside.
I'd try and do great in school and obey my parents.
But, my father would still beat me whenever he felt like it,
my mom would lock me in my room for crying,
even after my father had gotten done beating me,
I spent every night of my childhood crying myself to sleep.
And at school, I'd find myself being bombarded,
with a plethora of horrible names and rhymes,
and during recess, I'd be chased all of the playground, and when I'd lay down from exhaustion, I'd be dragged all over the playground. I was always too tired to fight back after being chased.
And everyday, I'd wish for death, no one ever wanted me around.
I was medicated for how I'd react to the abuse, the names, the pain.
Pills in the morning, pills in the afternoon, pills at night,
I wasn't living, I was being an unwanted te
Melt My Frozen Heart Chapter OneMelt My Frozen Heart
It was a sunny day at Seireitei, people buying stuff or little kids running around playing or most likely stealing food without the shop owners noticing, but one stand was a young girl wearing a pretty whiteish pink kimono with short white hair with turquose eye's smiling and welcoming people that walk over to buy her goods which were herbs that heal cut's or antidotes for poison or sickness alike.
"Ohayo! What can I get you today ma'am?" I smiled brightly at a lady with her husband who was looking worried and scared "D-do you have any cure for sickness? Our daughter is very ill and we tried everything. the doctor told us she doesn't have much time left." I frown when the mother was balling her heart out while her hasband was holding her.
"Don't worry ma'am, all I need to know what her symptoms are and I'll hand you the cure." the hansband nodded told me his daughters symptoms instead cause his wife was still crying her eye's out, poor lady when he finished I k
Sealed With My Kiss Chapter 3Sealed With My Kiss
When I got to the other's Darkrai was fighting some huge pokemon which was Palkia, I couldn't stand it anymore after we were getting everyone somewhere safe when our town was slowly disappearing. I glared at the new huge pokemon Dialga and Palkia fighting Darkrai toss the pokeball in the air brought out Arcanine hop on him "Arcanine, let's go help Darkrai!"
"Ar, Arcanine?" I sigh "I know it's dangerous but...Darkrai need's help, and I know we well just get in the way but we have to try!" Arcanine rush forward to where Dialga, Palkia was fighting Darkrai "Arcanine! Use Flamerthrower!" Arcanine use flamethrower hitting Dialga getting it's attention so now it was attacking us I hang on tight to Arcanine fur while he attacks Dialga back while he runs away from it but one attack Arcanine couldn't dodge in time.
"Ahh!!" I screamed when I fell from Arcanine's back roll on the ground three times before stopping seeing blurry images before my vision blackend hearing the
YoshiWii1 BAN PETITION- PLEASE HELPPETITION
I would like to propose a petition to have YoshiWii1 banned from dA. I am not linking you to his account for fear of flame from him and his white knights.
His actions are inexcusable.
I will list all that I can here, not in any particular order-
1. he has offended those of us with Asbergers Syndrome (including me)
2. he has offended homosexuals
3. he has offended those with anxiety and those whom have had anxiety attacks
4. he has been shallow, and perverted, and creepy
5. he has offended women by ACTING perverted and shallow
6. he has shown himself to have the potential to be the next :iconpaulamy:
7. he has been blocking and flagging people nonstop
8. he is obsessed beyond all reason with Amy Rose
Since I am not qualified to make this petition, I am now officially asking for assistance in creating this petition/request to get YoshiWii1 banned.
Notebook scribbles - 1My wandering mind rests in your eyes,
trying in vain to understand.
One brief second, and it goes insane.
The thoughts are lost in all its vastness.
They have no connection and make no sense, but
they are plenty.
Plenty enough to keep me going, through all this madness.
The portal between the mind and eyes
is now but a thin line, as vague as it is unseen.
The mind is unaware of what the eyes convey.
The eyes fail to convey the message in yours.
I wish to tell you that it's me and not you,
but my being fails to comprehend.
All that is said now is nothing.
I let it be, for there really is nothing to say.
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