Up in the starsI'm looking at the starswondering where you areWhich one are you?The red or the blue?I miss you so much.My heart ache to see you.Are you watching me?See what I doAll the way up there?I miss you.I want you here beside me.They say you won't come back.But I still don't believe it.I miss you...
Cheetah So FastCheetah so swift.Strong,Bold.The power that you have.No one can withhold.Faster than any man.That walk on this Earth.Your species are different,from any of your kind.Speed,Speed.You run so fast.But we even the fastestcan be gone.
My life is a waterfallMy life flows like a waterfallNo one seems to careAbout the things that inspires meTo write, to read, nothing is fairI wonder as I sit downOn my computer writing thisWhat to dowhat to doFor nothing is coming to mine.My life is a waterfallNo one seems to noticeMy troubles fall downhappiness climbs upOn my waterfall ride.
Candy at a FuneralIn the face of bitterness I have mastered sweetness. By the end of this day I will have calculated exact measurements of cream to wipe clean the face of gravestones.I will have learned to soothe the aching of windswept hearts, to break open on my part like a shell of chocolate quivering open, full of cream. I will have learned to love grief as dearly as my own dream.At the end of my childhood -my dream- of owning a candy store: a sweet shop, a bakery…. specializing in the art of the glazed. The wedding cakes, the brick tarts,memory of a birthday, of candles, happy cateringfor happy occasions of all kinds… -my dream-will grow up with time,and like the end of the day, seeing the look o
SMIH ONE PIECE INTROThe straw hats had held another large feast after yet another amazing adventure. All of their friends had gathered from across the many Seas to attend this party. The food, was naturally delicious, and the drink flowed freely while music from Brook played long, and loudly. The atmosphere with this large group of both Pirates and a few Marines alike was uncanny and would rarely, if ever happen again in the near future.Suddenly there was a clinking sound coming from the midst of the large crowd. The laughter and chatter quieted down to hear what the announcer had to say. A certain blond pirate with a swirly eyebrow and a cigarette stood and took a puff before he spoke."Never have I seen so many of our friends in one place before, so, I'd like to propose a toast to our friendship." Sanji began as he raised a red wine glass.Everyone picked up their drinks as they gave Sanji their undivided attention."Whether we met on the battlefield, or through Luffy-'' (A small riot of chuckles at th
Radioromance Pt. 1Ghost transmissions: echo from the screenin an empty theater now forsaken to chronology,with broken pilasters, crooked seats, dead dust,paint and gold peeling, and the rustas layers from a dream.Her face: vignetted and soft in the glow of studio lightingslowly decays, erased with time,a living film: always shifting, ever changing,the infinite and steady stare of grey and hollow eyes.Her coat shudders: outside, in the cold breeze of final night, and the sky shifts with broken verses,revealing echoes of moonlight.the fatal wound, the cigarette,the silent noirof the final scene.the buildings -- corpses, monuments so decayed,this steady architecture of movement,these hollow roads: memory.~The distressingly well-heeled and ill-at-easeAristocrats of the old Europe, of the Old WorldAre passing awayFrom the streets of Salzburg and ViennaGeneva and LjubljanaThe places you dimly remember (hence how they are lit)That have becom
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsbefore the class,a ruler in one hand.She taps the boardand pulls out a marker,writing in black inkone word."NORMAL""Please,define normal for me."Not a sound.Not a peep.All the students do is stare,glassy eyed and hardly there.Once again she taps the board."Wake up,everyone!Class is still in session."Students yawn,blink their eyes.They look again at the board.She writes her question down."Please define 'normal' for me."No one dares to raise a hand,but at least they are awake.The timid girl, who sits in the back,her hair dyed brightly purple and green,barely dares to raise a hand."Ma'am, do you mean,like,from the dictionary?"The teachers smiles,looks at the class."No, I don't,I'm afraid.I mean to ask,what does normalmean,in terms of people's tastes.What is a normal person,anyway?"It's plain to see,in the faces of the "popular"what they'd like to say.But no one wants to offendthis amazing teacher,o
Like Dropsi.Like drops of water we fallyetI must beofa differentdropyou might think thatyou want to be different yourselfbutyou do notyou want to be specialI am not specialeveryone wants to be specialalthoughnot so specialthatthey're different.ii.Some girlswant to seduce mebecause I'm differentI don't mind, butI've never really liked those girlsI don't really like girls at allI like sex though, so..I let themeven thoughsome will fall(plip.)in love with me.iii.Some boyswant to beat me upshow me mytruefacealso because I'm differentand because they grew up with a strong father figureor whateverI don't really like boys at all, butI like their hatredso I don't argue my caseeven thoughsomewill fall in love with me.(plop.)iv.Maybe I'm a teardropor one ofurinebecause for meyouare all different.but you are not specialand even though I sometimes seduce youandsometimeswant to beat you upI don't really l
A Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14He sat alone on a lonely bench.Green paint faded and chipped-weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.It had been there - a silentwatcher of the sea for as longas he could remember.He had made a habit of goinghere early to greet the sunand start the day right -with a small prayer and a coffee.He had done this for three straightyears - a creature of routine.It gave him comfort and peace.A serenity he was never able toduplicate anywhere else.He felt less alone with thisbench and the rising sun ashis stable and reliable friends.Sometimes a tear would form in his eyewhen the beauty was too much.On this particular morning he was so lostin his thoughts and so entrancedby the vivid colors before him thathe barely registered her - sittingon the bench beside him.How long had she been there?How long would she stay?"Sunrises leave me in awe.Do you not agree?" shequietly asked as she turned to him.He had no words to say so henodd
TitanicThere are two things IWill never forget from that night:The horrible screams of peopleRunning from their plight andThe tears running freelyDown my face.They told us nothing was wrong,Although their eyes were wide with fear.Listen to me! my father said,Everything will be alright, Dear.But the tears were running freelyDown my face.The ships unsinkable!This must be some mistake!My mothers face was grimAnd her hands began to shake.And the tears ran freelyDown her face.I stepped into the lifeboatNot wanting to believe.I cried out to my father.He wasnt allowed to leave.The tears ran freelyDown my face.I was shaking.My skin was deathly pale.The cold drove right through me,Like a driven nail.The tears ran freelyDown my face.From the little life boat, my mother and I,Watched the Titanic sink downAnd thought of my father, back on the ship,Struggling not to drown.And the tears fell freelyDown our faces.There
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.Coupons and sales magazineshave become more than just junk mailand the holes in my pantsseem more patchableand I wonder just how muchmy sparse jewelry would fetchif I said I saw the face of Jesusin the glimmer of my pearls.ii.I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up onso much that I will read bad poetryjust for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraidthat I will never see the worlduntil I have retired from it.iii.Faith says her life is full of asking.I wish mine were full of answers,but I too have many questionsand only Time will answer them for me.iv.My mother just turned sixtyand her eyes when she looks at herselfin pictures from the '70smakes me realizethat my time, however long,is short.
fifty-seven degrees.i.it is summer and i want to write you poemsabout how it is fifty-seven degrees and i am shaking.it is summer and i want to crawl through your second-storywindow and tell you about the butterfly i saw and named "cloudcityscandal,"but you are always asleep and dreamless.it is summer and whenever i sleep i only dream about you, so how is that fair.it is summer and i don't go to church but spend all my time confessing.it is summer and i don't discharge static before pumping gas.it is summer and where is my paradise. where is my sanity.where is my personal weight-loss consultant and complimentary iced beverage.it is summer and i am already wishing it were spring.iii.when i was five i made a green and purplefriendship bracelet at summer camp.i don't know where it is,but sometimes it's all i want.v.you and i hike up past the clouds untilthe rain and cold can't touch us.we have three bruised shins and two quietarguments between us, and we name them summer.(you climb moun
I'm a.........Hero (poem) I am.... By: Li-tenI am..a bendera humana wizarda sayianI am..KorraIchigoNatsuGokuI amthe avatara soulreapera dragon slayer wizarda super sayianWearetheonlyoneswhocansaveourworldsfromdestructionWeareHeros