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Valentine's Day '08 When I see the soul glowing through your skin When I hear the song shining from your name When I taste the light melting off your form When I smell the life breathing in your heart When I feel the warmth taken of your loveValentine's Day '08
in Open on 2/14/08
A KerchiefGold Dust Woman; orA Kerchief
A Kerchief
Rhodis was born in a tiny island country that was a three-month journey off the coast of the mainland continent of Pangea. Her father was a skilled hunter; he could drop a bird from the air seventy yards away with his sharp arrow and keen eye. Her mother died giving birth to her, but her father would always tell Rhodis how lovely her mother was, and how much she would have loved her. The island-folk were simple, happy, and kind. Most of them were fishers, and they were fine at boating. They worshiped a great golden fish god t
in Fantasy on 8/4/07
OutbreakAtlanta Journal Constitution - October 4th, 2009Outbreak
Canadian Virus Spreads to Northeast by Anthony J. Rand, Editorialist
Washington, D.C. - Wednesday
The disease that began two months ago in Canada has been spreading into California and America’s breadbasket steadily over the past few weeks. The scientific community has taken to calling it corpus animus, rough Latin for “conscious corpse,” while the everyday word is of course “zombism.” Six days ago the plague reached New England, where it has been spreading like wildfire. Helicopter footage
in Sociopolitical on 12/14/06
Why Can't I Cry?Is it too much to ask for a couple of tears? Is it too much to want to let it all out? I know that if I weren't so damn dry I'd feel just a little bit better.Why Can't I Cry?
Few people realize just what they have. Small things, so important yet taken for granted. They laugh and they cry every single day. They don't know that it can be taken away.
in Open on 3/29/06
Arielin Emotive Portraits on 2/3/06
Shadowsin Landscapes on 2/3/06
The ArtHereThe Art
Among wind, and trees, brittle leaves, tiny beings.
Among colors, sounds and echoes, life and light.
This is the true art, the great art, the first art.
-November 06, 2005
in Open on 1/31/06
Stolen GlancesStolen glances in the classroom Always to the left of me I look so quick I do not see The one with whom I long to be Could she wish the same… could she? Perhaps one day I can say “we” But for now it is just me Stealing glances in the classroomStolen Glances
-December 14, 2005
in Open on 1/31/06
RosesAmidst a sea of debris Unhappy, angry, loud She is so close Inviting, lovely, her The white rose, I shall never pluckRoses
In my own shell of tears Not whole, wanting, needing She is so close I need her not, nor she me The substitute, a waste of time
In my faults Stupidity, obsession, impatience She is so close A year too long The transition, a wasted effort
Always there In the background, but so important She is so close The one who is both A rose… I’ve missed my chance to pluck
The one I wished to kn
in Open on 1/31/06
An Ode to the Only One That MaAn Ode to the Only One that MattersAn Ode to the Only One That Ma
So excellent at blending in with the mundane Walking lightly through the corridors of time and life
Many look at her, yet so few see They have no idea they tread So closely to one who is so much more than they Could ever even hope to be
I think that she herself Knows not what is within her For if she had such knowledge How could she feel such sorrow?
Or is it the pain itself That makes her the only one that matters?
-December 14, 2005
in Open on 1/31/06
My TriumvirateThoughts, so logical I am torn by decisions Selfish desireMy Triumvirate
-December 07, 2005
in Haiku & Eastern on 1/31/06
EliseIn the night, if fate’s in my favor I am greeted by my sweet Elise And it is my pleasure to savor Her presence, which is a sweet breezeElise
Though I’ve not known her long We’ve quickly grown dear In concert, we’re a beautiful song Past any hardship our love will adhere
I find that I wonder How I lived before her And I fear that my heart will be torn asunder If ever her department should occur
But for now, I am quite pleased To be here, with my dearest Elise
in Sonnet on 1/31/06
Time10/26/05Time
The electronic ping of the modern-day school bell rings and I’m running up the blue painted staircase. My hand touches the cold steel of it as I swing myself in a loop as the stairway turns. I reach the top and open a door, then run through the overcrowded hallways of the high school. The familiar voice of an adult shouts simply “You’re late!” as I make my way to the last class of the day. I rush through the hallways, dull colors of brown, white, and blue blur together until I reach the door to my classroom. I don’t care that I’m late, and thankfully, neither does th
in General Non-Fiction on 1/31/06
Forces of Evil21 March 2005Forces of Evil
Forces of Evil Censorship in the Comic Book Industry They stand for truth, justice, and the American way. Yet, their greatest enemy would not be an alien invasion or evil genius, but America herself. Censorship has occurred in every society, including ours. There are many kinds of censorship, but the most common (and the kind that involves comics) is moral censorship. Moral censorship is the censoring of media due to moral standards. Of all forms of media, comic books have been the worst victims of censorship in America. Historians
in Editorial on 1/31/06
Lost Wings08/19/05 In the beginning there was the sky, the sun, the moon, the clouds, and the Creator. It is disputable which came first exactly, or whether they all appeared at once, or whether they merely always were for an eternity of past. Either way, the Creator one day found himself to be lonely, so he took the clouds from the sky and formed the five Winged Ones to keep him company. They were Hawk, Pigeon, Man, Woman, and Khyut-nok (at that time Man had a pair of large, golden wings and Woman bore long, silver wings). The Khyut-nok was a magnificent but dark creature. It was blackLost Wings
in Fantasy on 1/31/06
Climb08/30/05Climb
It’s dark, and he is young. The combination equals fear. It’s late, perhaps late enough that it’s early. The lingering nightmare that startled him into waking is still alive in his mind. His darkness-adjusted eyes see monochrome shapes. Creatures stare at him and wait for him to leave the safety of his bed. He’s old enough to know that aren’t real, but his imagination is wild and he fears them still. Too frightened to walk the five-odd feet to his parent’s chamber he shouts for his mother. She comes, of course, like any good mot
in Biographies on 1/31/06
Ai08/18/05Ai
Love: four letters, one syllable. Amour: five letters, two syllables. Ai: 2 letters, one syllable. Mundanely simple words that all disguise an outstandingly complex emotion. Love is arguably the strongest and most important emotion. It fuels everything, keeps human beings going. From the moment man is born he both feels and longs for love. He wants to belong, he wants to have a purpose, he wants someone to need him. Love comes in many forms, each very different. The Greeks even had four different words for it. Different people obviously have varying opinions on love’s value, and what its true purpose is.
in Essays on 1/31/06
GazeThere's no warmth in your eyes, love Your large, darkest of brown pupils Hold vast intellect, But are so uncaring There's no light behind that glass When you look at me Your eyes are for another Is he better? More worthy than I? There's no fire in your gaze No spark, No love, No life.Gaze
-October 9th, 2005
in Open on 1/30/06
PitfallenI am pitfallen The romantic (hopeless) So much more, but far too little There is no quest The prize is lostPitfallen
She is the pit A trap lain Unhearing So far Would she believe me?
-December 20, 2005
in Open on 1/30/06
HereI'm going to hold you. And when you need to cry I'll be here. And when you think you're going to fall apart I'll be here. And when you hurt like hell I'll be here. And when the pain subsides I'll be here. And when you finally smile I'll be here. And when you laugh... oh, that beautiful laugh... I swear to you, I'll be here.Here
-January 02, 2006
in Open on 1/30/06
in Open on 1/30/06
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