This popped in my head while I was in the shower a few months ago. I hopped out right then, and scrawled it down, then hopped right back in there.

I’m really proud of this for some reason.

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On the battlefield, she was fearless.

She was no less this day. He had seen her fall…Had seen the look in her eyes, that carnal knowledge of death.

He had never run faster…

Fought harder…

The men around them held their own now, anger and a spirit of vengeance surging through them.

His sword now lay forgotten.

His hand held hers, the other holding her head, stroking her hair with idle fingers…Her blood blended in with the crimson of her kimono.

Even while dying, she was beautiful.

Her lips opened, and whispered words issued forth.

Her voice captured him. It hurt him, knowing he would never again hear it… He listened closely.

” I’ve failed my people..Failed you..I’ll not die here, without fighting until I no longer breathe.”

Her strength amazed him still, though he could not stand the thought of her suffering. He knelt close… Breathed in lilies and cherry blossoms…

And spoke.

“No go through to the next world, where you will walk among the halls of your people, and they will be there cheering your name..They will throw cherry blossoms to your feet, and worship you forever.”

She smiled at him, and her eyes took on a sparkle that was meant only for him.

” I wish not to leave you. I-”

He cut her off with a soft finger, his weak smile trembling.

” I will be there with you, after my life is finished.. I will tap on your shoulder, and you will know I am there.”

She lifted a hand, perfectly sculpted ivory, and graced it along his jaw.

” I love you.”

The hand fell into his lap, and that sparkle faded.. Limpness and cold seeped into her body, and his first tear fell…

He hadn’t gotten to tell her.

She walked among her people, smiling and waving as they cheered her name, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of the cherry blossoms at her feet.

A tap on her shoulder caused her to jump as she turned.

He was there, as he had promised… His arms wrapped around her, and drew her close… The voices of the crowds faded as their lips touched for the first time. He opened his mouth, and uttered the words that had been too late.

” I Love You, Too..”

Okay, here is my Book In Progress. Yeah, I only have two chapters and a Prologue, But It’s harder than I thought it’d be, to write so much.

Prologue Read This First!!

Chapter One- For One More Day I really Hope I’m Doing This Right.

Chapter Two- Adam I think I did it right, though

Okay. These are what I have so far. Someone read it? Comment on it?

Please? lol

Love ya’ll

-Snow

A quirky little poem, I think. It was an exercise in which we had to focus on one object and write about it. Didn’t have to be something immediately visible, but something we could clearly remember and picture in our minds. I chose a strange little flowerpot that used to live in the front room of my uncle’s house.

Centerpiece

Yellow roses in a line

Tip to tail, course to fine

At the zenith of blooming time

Lemon blending into lime.

On the table, there they stay

Beauty held for just one day

But time the roses do betray

They wither, and then fade away.

Yet another poem based on an old dream I had. I woke up, reached over, somehow managed to find paper and a pencil in my sleep drunkenness, and scrawled it down. It hasn’t been edited once after that one time. I don’t necessarily understand it myself, as many times as I’ve read over it and thought of how it compares to the dream. It’s one of a few things I’ve written that somehow feels like it wasn’t myself who wrote it, oddly enough. It implies the barest framework of a narrative which can only be guessed at. | The last stanza lacks punctuation, which annoys me to no end, but for some reason I’m almost scared to add any into it.

Interim

Sunlight played across sand dunes

as the ocean smacked the packed sand.

The sun was dying, and it hurt our eyes

if we weren’t careful.

A seagull cried loneliness

as it wheeled above us, hoping for a meal,

but we had no food, no anything.

We came separately, and met somehow

and together we looked out on the grey-blue water

I was waiting for the sun to set

and you waited for the moon to rise

This was intended to be a song in Japanese, however I never finished writing the melody and never got around to perfecting the romaji lyrics. This is the original English version of the lyric…kind of inspired by the styles of a few Japanese songs that I like, among them the song “Suteki Da Ne” from Final Fantasy X. | Parts of it kind of annoy me as far as the way they flow, but when translated it’s not like you can tell the difference :3

Secret

I want to find the secret -

The words, the keys that are hidden from me.

The future is bright,

But only when I’m with you.

You’re always with me,

Waking and sleeping,

Through rain, snow and sunshine.

But now, I need you -

Why am I so far away?

When you are with me, I am home.

“Lost opportunities,” “Broken dreams,”

These words are meaningless with you by my side.

You are my lover and companion,

My guiding force through every storm.

I want to find the secret -

The words, the keys that are hidden from me.

The future is bright,

But only when I’m with you.

We are two pieces of a whole;

Separated, we are broken and lonely.

I hear you crying on the phone,

And tears form in my eyes.

Why are you so dear to me?

When I chase down my dreams,

I am happy, because you are beside me.

But when my dreams take me from you,

What do I choose?

My love – or my life?

I think you are the secret -

The way you make my heart swell up.

The world is brighter

Every time you smile.

I’m sure you are the secret -

The gentle end to my heart’s path.

I looked inside myself

And found you waiting.

I’ll always be whole -

Though I may travel and roam the world,

I remember your smile

And I am home.

Not sure what to say about this one…so I guess I’ll just post it, then.

Harsh

She was in a strange way.

The world was not meant

for such harsh abuse;

having its skin peeled away

to reveal its steaming inner workings.

And she did not want to have the world

bared in such a manner;

She was raised better than that.

Oh, what would mother say

if she saw her little girl now?

Staring at the unveiled webs of deception

that only she could see.

Yes, you read it correctly. Gee – sale – er. Apparently there are a LOT of people who shop at garage sales and make an entire trip out of it. Hence the need for a website which helps you track all of this (and even lets you print out maps of where to go on your trip). I don’t personally find myself at garage sales often, but I know many people who do. Maybe this will help.

GSalr.com

Also, it’s great to use if you are hosting a garage sale as you can place your sale on the website and get more “g-salers” to come to yours.

I’ve developed a recent habit of titling my untitled works by adapting the first line of said work in quotations. Kinda stole it from Emily Dickinson. So sue me. | This is another quite old work I dug up recently. I found a store of my old binders and notebooks a little while ago, and I’ve been sifting through them, discarding the dirt and finding the not-so-hideous little gemstones. Not necessarily worth anything, but I like them nonetheless.

“She heard black holes”

She heard black holes

Seduced all that came near, then

Drew them in and stretched them apart,

Always pulling to its center

She always wondered

If those stars devoured by

That yawning darkness

Were ever in pain

She felt his gaze catch on her

And realized it couldn’t hurt -

They scooped out the feeling

Before taking the body

a spark flies and catches a flame
the wind picks up and carries you away
before anything else your head is buried in shame
“no one is there”, the price you will pay

the life you threw yourself into
to learn what you thought you needed to learn
plans have failed, what are you going to do
the smell of burning flesh and bridges to burn

youve taken everything they had to give
and dive back into your hole and hide in shame
far worse than any dream now you live
everything youve given to play your game

Foggy broken glass scattered throughout
and nothing to share
blistered thumbs the route leads to hell no dought
you start to wonder is this “to much to bear”

Youve driven everybody away. They dont care anymore what happens to you. What have you done?
You just wanted to see where it would lead, what kind of lessons could you learn. Your kite is coming down,
crashing down to never fly again. What did you think, gravity wouldnt put you in check? Im going to come
for you, slam you down for all the people youve hurt. Im angry and Im coming!!

With all my fury i come at you with love. To pick you up dust you off and point you in the correct direction, but the choice remains your own. I’m giving you my hand the choice is yours shall you take it… or not.

“Teach the world to pray, for i now know what it means to” – this quote was the last words of a major war crime criminal, one of the leaders of the internment camp in northern Germany. Before he hung he uttered these words to his wife for his kids. It reminds me how lucky I am to have something to believe in, (shaking my head) wheather it be 100% true or not it doesnt matter, faith fills all the holes in. The gift of Hope is our most valuable asset. How truely dark and lonely can a life be without it. (laughs) That is somewhere even I dont want to test. The TRUE PURE Hell is not a joke, its more than what you thought you may have been through. Dont let what you have allready seen in your life replace somewhere that is infinatly worse! Please.

Ben Kiesov

its really cool to see ther younger generation, to my own, writing with passion. It seems that today with all the things going on to influence younger people it doesnt deter them from writing good peices. This really makes me happy. Gives me hope that they’re people still out there with thier eyes open and not influenced by tv, friends ect. Not following the mainstream example and forging your own path is a charactoristic that i really admire and respect, especially in younger people (17-23 years of age). Beacause especially younger people are more influencable, just because of thier age and in-experiece to life’s lessons (this doesnt apply to all younger people just a large majority) My point is, is that its nice to see younger people than myself expressing themselves in a way that alot of others may not understand and even making themselves volnerable to express how they feel and portray in words how they feel. Being that it may alot of people may not have the capability to understand alot of our writings for those who do the words are powerfull and inspiring. Who knows one of our writings could stick in thier head and very possibly save someones life by writing how they feel and inspiring others to do the same. Who knows where i would be if i never tried writing my feelings, i could honestly say i wouldnt be as strong (mentally) as i am today. Just being able to express in a way that isnt destructive is worth an unimaginable sum. Much obliged for writing, all of you.

Nyalic