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January 2013
12
Literature
Cometh the Hour
In the dead of night,
quiet persists.
But in the midst of rustled leaves
and congested snores,
there I lay.
Tired and unmoving.
The sheets surround me.
Smother me and take shape.
I close my eyes, for the billionth time.
In hopes to see you.
But you are never there.
You were never you.
How foolish was I?
Unable to tell the difference.
I stare at a faceless ceiling.
Asking questions to imaginary friends
and foes.
Only to receive silence in return.
No answers to pacify.
As the clock tick-tocks on
without me.
As the world spins me
into duress.
I fold my fingers,
wilted and worn.
Hours upon hours spent
Worrying over nothing.
Mulling over yo
February 2013
15
Literature
Judgement At Maple Glen
I sat up in bed, feeling rather displaced in my boyhood room: Kiss posters beside the window; Led Zeppelin and Star Wars on the sliding closet doors; mirror and cork tiles striped one wall, adjustable shelves on the other; quilt covered single bed; the rocking-chair Grampa built beside it; my make-shift desk/drawing-table, old study bureau with a chalkboard on top, propped up in back by law books, held in place by the lip of the top drawer pulled out part way; old dresser; and my most prized possession, the 1973 edition of Encyclopedia Britannica, with three Yearbooks and a Reference Appendix, impetus to many A-grade papers. On the shelves, m
March 2013
10
Literature
Philosophy
You justify it as growth.
Simple-minded.
Significantly hindered by your foolish ideals of utopia.
Of paradise.
Single-faceted truth of no one but you.
Who are you?
Who do you think you are?
Collectively controlled by one and all others.
I am older than your existence.
I have seen what you cannot comprehend.
The hope of a kind is its only flaw.
The survival of the scared it's only fear and only truth.
A universal approach with a unanimous end.
Endless future for a desolate race.
At least in theory.
April 2013
4
May 2013
5
Literature
Smile Pretty
Lonely figure in the window
Lonely doll with no face
He moves me, grooms me and
sets me right into place.
Weaves my hair from the finest fibers
Paints me a new emotion today.
I am his
and his alone.
I have no value
of my own.
When a person takes a soul, all others will collapse.
I am void and nothing but his personal bag of bones
Such is the nature of reality
Such is the nature of choice.
He chose to make me happy today
Sparkles next to my eyes, glued on
with rosebud sequins.
A slight curve on fire engine lips
Emotion as lively as the pseudo-flesh
he carved me from.
Chipped and worn;
exactly how I feel.
Often.
When he would sometimes lea
June 2013
4
Literature
Burning Bridges
Griswold had his head out of the hole for maybe ten seconds before a shell came in and burst a little further up the bank. A hunk of shrapnel the size of a grapefruit nailed him where his skull met his spine and blew his head up to look like a comprehensively-smashed flower. His radio op bailed out then and there, screaming and babbling, shedding his rifle and heavy pack and heading for the tree line. The second shell turned him into Swiss cheese.
Further down the bank, right by the river and surrounded by undergrowth so heavy it rendered them invisible, Cab and his squad stayed put. As soon as howitzers started hammering their rearguard t
August 2013
2
Literature
The End
The bells thundered and cracked like whips
Scarring the backs of the innocent.
As skies red with wicked fervor
Spit fire and destruction in its wake.
The earth cleaves in twos, threes, too many to count
As smoke curls-serpentine towards the angered heavens.
A symphony of cries and moans
Reaches in harmony to the cringing and shuddering Earth
Of those seeking redemption
In hopes of a better place
And loved ones cradled in once fighting families' arms
Struggle to mend ties severed.
Whole lifetimes try to pass in a heartbeat.
Within chaos a crevice of peace and serenity
Whisper of goodbyes and of love
Two hands holding and soft tears fall
September 2013
6
Literature
As Spring Fades into Autumn
Have you ever watched a blade of grass.
The way it allows the wind to take it.
Without a struggle, somewhere new.
Or, looked at a tree,
as life is given to a newborn emerald leaf.
And how I envy the impression it leaves on the world.
But time passes,
I do not wish to look anymore.
It has changed as the cold air sets.
The newborn has died.
The leaf is gone.
And the colour travels along.
July 2014
19
August 2014
11
Literature
Miracles
Slowly, but surely and quite forcefully
The lights are shown upon my new eyes.
It is harsh and I am to sensitive for it.
I keep my eyes shut and they hit him.
I cry
Everyone in the room is crying..
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Slower and slower
Finally staling.
And the noise is ringing out into the room.
My new ears ache
Rushes of light and flashes of people
I am scared.
But I pay no mind for what is happening I don't understand
That's why today I am not happy
And I don't smile on my birthday
Instead I weep over a cold stone
Because I killed
My mother
On the day I was born.
September 2014
12
Literature
Killing Jasper
People often say that the things you do every day is like a habit, it becomes so easy like a habit that they say they can do them with their eyes closed.
But there is nothing as easy that I could do with my eyes closed. Everything is a chore, that ever since I was born this is what I was destined to do, and every day, my so-called brother reminds of my origin.
When Connor was younger, he had always been a quiet child, always wanting to blend into the background, so people will not notice him, that is how his father had trained him to do, to blend in the background since they are only just the hired help. Even when he was adopted into the
October 2014
12
Literature
Soulmate
The sunrises he is always there,
with a cheerful smile
brightening my dreadful days.
Supporting me
when I didn't want anyone to carry me.
Being there
when I felt no one was.
Whispering sweet words,
that calmed my soul and heart.
Even through the downs
you had my back.
Keeping yourself together,
when I fell apart.
You picked up the pieces
of my shattered personality.
Shaping me
to what I am today.
Seeing the changes
and the paths we have taken.
In the time we have had
and what we have accomplished.
I feel proud
to have you by myside.
The nights we stayed home
playing cards
instead of going out,
we had so much fun.
Then the nights we fel
November 2014
5
Literature
Skeleton
It all happened so fast: A tabby cat, gone in an instant.
One minute I was stretching after lying down, resting under a tree, my claws scraping the earth and my back arched to the sky. It was night, and a lightning storm had begun. But that wouldn't stop me from finding food tonight.
So I ventured out from under the tree and opened my jaws, trying to catch the scent of a bird. When I knew where to go, I looked up and saw a huge streak of light coming my way. Lightning It was too late to move; it was too fast. I was struck, and everything went black
Until I found I was still somehow alive.
How could I be alive after that? But I
July 16
3
Literature
Heart Break
I tried to be perfect
I tried to be the best
I tried to give you everything I got
until you shattered me completely
I tried to be your friend
I tried to be your everything
You were my best friend
until you shattered my heart
Breaking heart
hurting pain
I gave you my all
but nothing is left
I tried to be your everything
I tried so hard to keep you
I gave it my best shot
Now I have nothing left
You broke my heart
you broke my promises
Now we are done
Forever is a Lie
June 29
2
Literature
A knight's tale - Contest(s)
Once upon a time there was a princess who was as beautiful as could be. She was placed in a high and lofty tower that all were forbidden to approach. Her father said it was for her protection, for her own good, but we both know better don't we? For indeed, it wasn't for her own good, but instead because of her two very unique characteristics.
You see, she had long, flowing, silver hair, and blood red eyes, all knowing eyes. Eyes which could tell truth from lies, eyes that could see through even the most well created and perfected disguise.
Scared he'd be cast out for being a father to a demon, her father made the agonising decision of
June 18th
4
Literature
Difference
Difference.
They come, flapping their furry wings.
Such difference.
They come, thinking they are kings.
Stark difference.
We watch them sing, laugh, and smile.
Difference.
We watch them growl, fight, and reconcile.
Difference?
Skin is black, red, yellow, and white.
Difference?
All souls are granted beautiful and bright.
Unity.
June 11th
1
Literature
Like a Rose
He held her hand gently with the grace of a petal floating through the air. She looked at him and smiled, but he could not tell whether she had really meant it or not.
"If you were a flower," he said. "You would be a rose."
"A rose?" Her head turned to look at the garden. They were sitting on a bench in the middle of the city's best garden, surrounded by some of the most fragrant, beautiful and prized flowers in display. Couples were known to have come there by the dozens, the garden being the best romantic spot they could find then.
Timothy knew it was a risk, to bring Jeanne there, thinking that the garden was a cliché of all romant
June 4th
5
Literature
Heroes: Chaos Theory
Chaos Theory
Don’t cross the street when the light is red
The law flashed through his mind as he stood at the crosswalk, the bright red hand staring at him. The cameras sat on the light posts, whirling around, recording everyone’s comings and goings. He looked to his left. No cars. He looked to his right. No cars. He stared at the light.
Why don’t you cross the street when it is empty and the light is red?
The thing that had been slipped under his door flashed across his eyes. Why not? Why did they wait? Because the law said so. Because Turing said so. Why? He walked to the edge of the curb. Why was he shaking? The law sa
Time For Crime
1
Literature
About A Boy
"I don't even know if I'm..."
"It's alright, me neither."
That was what you said. That you didn't know. That you were unsure.
But that didn't stop you.
I laced up my shoelaces the minute I seen your headlights hit my window that night. I pulled my shirt over my head, neglecting to think about which one I put on. I didn't check my hair. I didn't smile in the mirror to see if it were good enough to show to you. I just quickly slid out of my window and into your car faster than I could really think about it.
I thought about how I rehearsed everything I would say tonight. Everything I would do. I even had it down to the things I was just so sure
Coming of Age
5
Literature
The Nightfall
Promise of the night
Lamps open their eyes
Lights prepare their beauty
To be seen again
Clouds offer their bodies
To its veil of blackness
I follow them blindly
Into the realms unknown
Promise of the darkness
I can hear its whispers
Teasing my cold skin
Evading my eager mind
Promise of the night
And its toxic vapours
Its distinguished smell
Its forbidden freedom
I let myself be fed
The electric tranquility
When the day has died
When I can be born again
Forgiveness
6
Arrivals and Departures
1
Summer
2
Literature
Mother, I do not want to repeat your history
Mother, he is a lesson I have still not learned. He leaves nebulae kisses on my neck and
they do not mean war - most days.When darkness fell and with it my demons appeared
he held out his earthly hands and asked me to trust him. I let him lead me through the
darkness and I came out alive. Mother, how was I to know that one day I would have to
battle his demons. Days when he curses the silence of his world I cup my hands around his
ears so he can hear my voice and I whisper, I love you I love you I love you. My love does not calm him any more.
His face has lines filled with every paranoid thought, every miserable failure, every little dro
February 2015
7
Weekly Prompts 2017
November 2014 5
Soulmate by Thelunarwriter, literature
Literature
Soulmate
The sunrises he is always there,
with a cheerful smile
brightening my dreadful days.
Supporting me
when I didn't want anyone to carry me.
Being there
when I felt no one was.
Whispering sweet words,
that calmed my soul and heart.
Even through the downs
you had my back.
Keeping yourself together,
when I fell apart.
You picked up the pieces
of my shattered personality.
Shaping me
to what I am today.
Seeing the changes
and the paths we have taken.
In the time we have had
and what we have accomplished.
I feel proud
to have you by myside.
The nights we stayed home
playing cards
instead of going out,
we had so much fun.
Then the nights we fel
Another one of those things that he wished he would not bother doing, not that he didn’t want to go, for what it was worth he had missed his family more than anything else in the world but, he didn’t want to dig up old wounds now that the dust of their past has settled. But Tres has been looking forward to going, so he decided to go, his wife would not be able to make it since she would be working that would be more easier for Keigo to deal with, the atmosphere would surely be tensed enough with her coming too.
“Should I pack my playstation, dad?” Tres asked his father Keigo had told him not to bring too
Tommy shoved Arnold off the table as his old mum brought a badly cooked turkey onto the table. “There,” she said in satisfaction, “see? Didn’t burn it this year.”
“Didn’t cook it, either,” Liz commented, pushing Arnold away as he tried vainly to get back onto the table.
“What d’you mean?” her mother demanded.
“It’s not dead,” Fred told her in exasperation.
“Not dead? Course it’s dead!”
He picked up a fork and stabbed it. It squawked loudly and attempted to fly away with its wings tied together.
“It’s just... fresh, that
Family mends where friends end by Jallarial, literature
Literature
Family mends where friends end
I have always wanted a friend whose mind works the way mine does. It does not have anything to do with comparison; I do not mean to say that I am an intellectual Everest surrounded by molehills, that nobody “measures up to me”. It is just that the way different radio stations are on different frequencies, I wanted someone on my frequency.
My frequency matched others’ in the manner of a Venn diagram (in which each component is represented by a circle, and the places where the circles overlap stand for the qualities shared by the overlapping elements). I “fit in” with many different people, but nobody fitted me.
In
I never really realized how grateful I was to have a home until I lost the only one I’d ever known. One moment was all it had taken for me to lose everything, a simple opening of a door.
How many months has it been since the Society took me away from my home? Kenzie Monroe pondered as she looked up from her book to stare outside the window at the slowly falling snow. Since I became immortal and got stuck here in this tiny town with a man that I’m pretty sure practically hates me?
I think about a year and a half, she calculated slowly, returning to her book. Time is running out….how much longer before the Societ