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A Chance at Love: Chapter 1 Chapter 1
"Naruto you should be more careful." Tsunade, the school nurse, scolded. I sit in front of her, with a black eye and bruises all over. They were big, black, and painful. Tsunade frowned at me, checking to make sure that my ribs aren’t broken. I try to hide the winces from her every time she touches a tender spot. Tsunade knows about how my uncle, and legal guardian, beats me. I don’t want her to tell anyone. I deserve it, and I really-really don’t want to have to move in my senior year of high school. I’m going away to college next year. She just doesn’t like that I come into her office almost daily. She speaks sternly, but not harsh. I know how frustrated she gets about this. "Really Naruto, what happened this time?"
I look down as recall what happened the night before. I stare at the floor unseeing as the memory floods back.
I was done with my homework, although I really just bullshat most of the answers, and was currently
A Weird Reality 13I wake to a steady beeping and soft whispers. My ears twitch at the annoying sounds. When I open my eyes I'm practically blinded by light and hiss. This causes the whispering voices to turn to shouts. All voices I barely recognize.
"He's awake!" A female voice cried out.
"I saw him move!" A male voice states, sounding further away than the female one.
"I saw it too! Roxas! Roxas are you okay?" A male voice spoke, and I feel a hand on my shoulder, shaking. It made my head spin too much and I whimper.
"You three need to stop shouting and Hayner, stop shaking him. He's hurt pretty bad and that's not helping." A fourth voice seaks above the rest, one I don’t recognize. Hayner, the name she said, sounds familiar. Why though? I open my eyes and try not to stare into the white light. I idly wonder if I was dead. I have to be. I feel too comfortable. I have to be dead.? And why is the world beeping? As my vision seeps back slowly I notice the overly white walls, and the machines around m
My World Starts With You Chapter 1
Roxas wakes up slowly, his head pounding, and his eyes stinging from the light. He groggily sits up from lying on the cold ground. ‘Where am I?’ he thinks as he looks around with squinted eyes. He’s in the middle of a room, with no roof. He doesn’t seem to be in a house, more like a little closed off alleyway outside. The ground is yellow and the walls are made of stone. The wall that leads out is made of a chain-link fence, but it’s covered partially by a dark cloth, to make it a bit more private. He glances around again and notices a small sofa along the wall to the left of the chain-link fence, and a cooler on the one opposite the fence. It looks like someone has made their home here. Roxas stands up on shaky feet as he looks down at his hands and gasps. There is a weird red counter on his hand. It appears to be counting down. Roxas’ heart thumps out of beat at the sight of it. It’s unnatural, and not supposed to be there.
Into the DarknessSpiraling, Falling, Fading
Darkness envelops the light of the world
Crying, Fearing, Ignoring
I scramble dumbly in the defining nothing
Grabbing, Pulling, Squeezing
A hand grabs mine and pulls me in a set direction
Following, Worrying, Wondering
Where is this person taking me
Wondering, Spying, Hoping
A small prick of light pops up in the distance
Hoping, Hoping, Hoping
Passing the light, to glance at a red eyes demon leading the way
Fearing, Crying, Struggling
the demon wont let go
Looking, Gulping, Shaking
The demon cups my cheek
Thinking, Calming, Swooning
The darkness takes me
Axel's Madness Chapter 1
I lay in the very clean office ; on the mostly comfortable, stereotypical sofa of my psychiatrist. He sits in his large, comfortable office chair, just watching and waiting for me to talk. I have nothing to say though. I dont know why I let Demyx talk me into going to this stupid therapy session. I don't think it will do anything more than last time. and that time I had gone in for some mild depression I had gotten for being so stressed from school work. My old therapist wasn't very good, just wanted to give me meds, and have me pay, then leave. But Vexen, my therapist as of last week, is cold, thin, and very blond. I don't like him. He looks at me like I'm some experiment to toy with. He wants to put me back on the Anti-psychotic MEDs, but I'm not crazy. I just happen to have more than one soul. Two to be exact. Lea and Reno, and both are very different from me, and each other. Lea is really happy-go-lucky and naiive. Reno is a rugged, I'll-shoot-you-in-your-face-
The Heart's Teacher: Chapter 5Chapter 5
Bobby walks me to his car and helps me get in. I need to figure out how to pay for a funeral or, something. I need to figure out how to tell her school. Where had mom been when Kate had… When Katie was… “Alyssa, I’m going to make you eat something, because I know you won't otherwise. What will you tolerate me getting you?” Bobby knocks me out of my thoughts and I snap my head toward him.
“What? O-Okay.” I mumble and look out the window. He huffs and I look over at him, frowning at him. He stares at me, looking into my eyes. He seems worried again so I try to smile, but I can feel it didn’t do anything. He shakes his head at me and sighs.
“What do you want to eat Alyssa?” His voice is slow, like he’s spelling out the question for me. I guess I didn’t answer his question. I thought for a moment and tried to decipher the random emotions that my stomach head and heart were telling me. I couldn’
The Heart's Teacher Chapter 4Chapter 4
Her skin is pale, ghostly white, and she is covered in deep gashes, and bruises. Her body is twisted so bad that some of her bone is sticking out. Her body is almost twisted so that she’s laying on her back and side at the same time. Her hair is covered in blood and chunks of I don’t know what. Her face was the worst. Half of her cheek was gone and her nose was shifted to the right, broken. There is a tare in her skin where her nose is bent. There is a large gash in her head, so deep I can see broken bits of her skull. It terrifies me how she looked so young, and so much like Katie. My stomach twists in fear and the threat of throwing up. I can’t stand to look at her, yet, she looks so much like my baby sister.
Taking a step closer, I look harder at her face. I imagine that her nose was straight, and her cheek was there, and the cuts and bruises were gone. This girl would look exactly like Kate. My eyes travel to her ears and I see little
The heart's Teacher Ch 3Chapter 3
Bobby’s car stops and he gets out. A moment later he pulls me out of the car. “Alyssa? Are you okay?” He asks, looking at me. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to look him in the eye for fear of getting upset. I don’t want to lose my head. Bobby drags me away from the car and into the hospital. I still refuse to look up. I barely notice the people talking around me, the hustling nurses and doctors. I don’t notice the people staring at me because I was too busy to staring at the floor. “This is Alyssa Moore, we were told her sister has been omitted here?” Bobby’s voice sounds weird, and far away again. I don’t hear the next part of the sentence because that’s when I look up and see the answer in the nurse’s eyes.
“I’m sorry to inform you that your sister has died in a car crash coming home from school.” She speaks calmly. Yet my heart speeds up and I can’t feel my
The Heart's Teacher Ch. 2Chapter 2
I’m trying to get some homework done when I hear a loud knock at the door. I stop and sigh, looking up from my work. I stand and fix my old black T-shirt and sweat pants before walking to the door. My mother yells at me to “open the damn door”, even though she’s closer, and not doing anything but drinking on the sofa. That woman can’t be helpful even if her life depends on it. So I try to bite back my growl as I got to the door.
I swing the door open and rather rudely say “Can I help you?” My eyes fall upon a tall blond girl. My eyes gravitate toward her pink glittery shirt, with the words “Suck it” written over her chest. She has a cute face that I was expecting to see caked in tons of makeup like the other girls in school. I was, disturbingly, pleasantly surprised. Her eyes are lined with a thin layer of black liner that makes her eyes shine and stand out in a stunning, breathtaking kind of way. They are full of s
Oblivion Rests HereOblivion Rests Here
i have gathered my congregation,
and today you witness my church.
we are spirits, wandering ghosts,
souls holding hands
falling, spreading like rain
racing down windowpanes.
we are a mosaic of loose threads
falling from old scarves,
shrapnel that fell from fireworks,
leaves scattered across mud grain,
and ashes forgotten in wildfires.
but the forgotten souls sew love together,
wrapping whispers and skin
around each other like tornadoes.
and we rain down our message
like the King himself has touched down.
strands of hair, empty fingers, fluttering arms
all find themselves filled with warmth
in free rein, the sky embracing our veins
as we hold space
with c(h)ords of culminating ardor,
vocal cords strumming chants of freedom.
we sing louder than any choir
and hold each other tighter
than any thread count could.
tactile, textile, tensile
strength, we expose entities
with tractile virtue,
healing the exiled.
send Muhammad, Yahweh, Al
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
Somewhere in New YorkSomewhere in New York,
a voice calling,
It was full
of wild imaginings,
of human revolution,
of ideas which
to her heart -
it is right
to be alone
in the struggle...
2 puzzle pieces
which seemed to fit
and did join
and how happy
to be the corner piece,
to lead the rest
to her love...
For she had loved
but only once...
Only one chance
to bring all of it
If she faced
it did not
it did not
change one curl
in a proud
for much can be
In New York,
in her head,
to tatters -
but only once...
The UniverseThen suddenly there was matter.
There was time, there was life.
From the unfathomable nothing sprung forth our universe.
Our earth was born,
she, an angry mass of volcanoes and storms.
And life, oh that miracle, rose from the non-space.
A single microorganism,
whose name we will never know,
began turning the Evolutionary Wheel.
Earth had many inhabitants.
But here and now, she houses us.
Homo sapiens, her most gifted child.
We have made her surface angry as the beginning.
Machines of war replace the storm,
death flourishes in the garden of life.
In a hundred-thousand years our plights will matter not.
If the Homo sapiens lives still, he will be alien.
His old achievements as pathetic as the discovery of fire.
Even he will eventually cease to exist.
Several million years will rob him of his humanity,
whether through death or the persistence of the Wheel.
Billions of years will pass then.
Andromeda will embrace the Milky Way,
their fervent dance sending shockwaves through their solar sys
MistakesBe brave enough to admit your mistakes
Be Strong enough to accept them
And be wise enough to learn from them
yahwehIn fifteen hours I will be strung, pelvis
to sternum, ready to be struck
stomach aching to sing -
There was once when I was whole,
full and stretched to breaking,
I have been a giant in my own skin &
finger to thumb, you
swallow my spine in your palms
play my bones,
play my bones,
play my bones //
I am rising to throb
& thud & thrum
of pulse and breath and music
of mantra spilt-spoken,
smeared sacred over wrists
written with sweat & sex,
Muscles tensed for every chord,
Herein is the hallelujah -
You alone, you alone, you,
Hollow my belly and carve me
until I am fluted, crying out
between your hands
I have been too much to love,
every wire & tendon pulled loose
, I have been too much
& now you are here
& you play my bones
until the giant in my skin
becomes a rhythm
You move me,
spine swallowed and sequestered,
I become holy beneath you
I was too much to love:
whisper prayers along my jaw
until all your God
Tonight I k
Little Fighters.This is the story of two boys
that lost too much.
The older one was born with a gun in his hand
and the other one had beautiful eyes
if it weren't for how they blackened with demon blood.
They knew each other
because they were all that was left.
One day, the boy with the gun
tried to save the world
and ended up to be the black-eyed one.
Then his brother picked up the gun.
Words That Leave StichesIf you wish to listen, gather 'round
I'm going tell you a little story
About a little girl
Who was afraid to be creative
Because of a few harsh words that stung
And bled into her young heart
That made her want to hide her skill forever
Because of an ability she wanted to show
Was beaten down to dust
She was excited
She was full of light
She was ready
Her mother helped
To write the steps to help explain
And gather the supplies
Reds and purples and oranges and blues and greens
All soft and square
Waiting to become a new shape
Silver needles and night thread
All packed into a bag and ready for the day
Running to the classroom,
The little girl was excited to show others
What she had learned from her mother
She saw drawings and sculpted clay
Paper snowflakes and glittering stars
She peeked into her bag and smiled
When everyone quieted
The teacher spoke sweetly to the young minds
She tapped heads and everyone moved to desks of four
Supplies in small hands
And light in bright e
Beat the RoadAnd so it goes.
Vivid transactions of a world gone mad with grass,
Risen out dead bodies sprawling up at the moon,
Past the fantastic glow of shimmering antiquities and shining eyes…
Vapor! –Turning into naught but misty line, over the suffrage of generations and the people mad
W/ constant desires and gradual awakenings and not-so-constant birth.
Who’s to say, and who’s to talk? Realities shift
And bring us down by the last drink or the early yawn or the first rays of the moon, the sun
They leave the packets and the mattresses and drive to who knows where and sullen bakery boys bid adieu and what else who else is lost to history’s mad blinding current?
Soaking wet with fun and ethereal glow of transpiring intellect, who doesn't have that all?
Searchers trapped in human form, looking for the missing piece we’re all born without
I’m tired of poetry, I’m tired, it stopped giving me light
I’m tired of everything it seems,
Over the RainbowWhip, Bam, Zip, Zum
Over the hill we go.
To get over the rainbow
Never stop running, jumping
It gets you that much closer
Taking you that much farther
To the top
Of the rainbow
Fast like lightning
Our feet thump,thump,thump
Loudly on the earth
Starting our mission
To get over the rainbow
Light as a feather
We jump to the sky
Our bodies weightless
As we travel through the air
To get over the rainbow
Almost there, we are, we are
Almost made it, made it
Echos our voices below
Almost able to touch it now
The beautiful colors of the rainbow
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green Blue, Purple
So bright and so vivid
That's all it took
For us to want to jump
Over the beautiful rainbow
Now we are falling, down, down to the earth
Nothing slowing us
The loud deafening "shhhhhhh!" in our ears
We grow closer to the ground
We touch the ground, unharmed.
We gaze at the beautiful phenomenon
The magic is clear
You just have to jump over the rainbow.
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