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RemembranceRussel stood outside his home, watching the clouds as they moved across the sky. He silently stared at each in wonder, pondering over how they were able to form such shapes. It marveled him how some would become elephants, while others became cars. Some even formed other animals such as dogs and horses. For a moment he imagined that he even saw a dragon.
He watched one cloud in particular as it began to recede and then reshape itself, forming something that he couldn't quite decipher. Russel stared at it closely, and was surprised when a sudden dot of color came by his line of vision. It was a balloon.
The balloon floated gently upward in the silence. He watched it rise into the air, slowly carried up by the wind. Disappointment filled him when the balloon finally vanished into a large, white cloud. He couldn't help himself when he thought of his friend. The balloon reminded him of his friend, Carl. Oh, how he had missed the old fellow.
The memories made Russel have the sudden need to
A Nice Thought"Mr. Fredricksen", Russell called out to the old man as he came up to his front door and knocked. "Do you have a moment?" He got onto the tops of his toes and hit the doorbell.
Chimes were heard from the bell, as foot steps came towards the door, becoming louder with each step. The door opened widely as Carl stepped out onto his front porch. A smile covered his used to be frowning face as he said, "Come on in Russell, my boy!" He motioned towards his door with his free hand; the other sat on his cane supporting him.
"Actually sir, I wasn't supposed to come over today because I have a Wilderness Explorers meeting, but I had been wanting to give you something, so I came by anyway. Mom doesn't know, so if she calls don't answer, okay?" Russell said this as he shoved his backpack off of his shoulder and onto the porch. Carl stood there leaning onto his cane with an almost amused expression on his face.
Russell unzipped his backpack and looked inside. He made sure that it was in there befor
That Special Remedy"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
Kaoru told me that once, but it is just so hard to do. I love Kaoru, but not like I do Haruhi. For Kaoru I only have a sibling love, but with Haruhi it is a much more different kind of emotion. My heart flutters whenever she speaks and my cheeks grow hot when she gets close to me, and I think of us being together. The thoughts of living with her makes me so happy, while the thoughts of living without her scares me. Even though Haruhi has told me that she doesn't love me and that she loves Tamaki-sempai, I still yearn for her touch. I wish that she could have both accepted my feelings and felt the same for me.
Is it really true that there is no other remedy for love than to love more? Also, how can you love more for something if it does not love you back? Maybe I am misunderstanding something here, but whenever I think about all of this it manages to jumble up together in my head, confuse me, and make me even more irritated at myself.
Huh, Cowboy?It had been hours since Dolly had last seen Woody storm off from their little group in a fit of despair.
Earlier, the toy had been watching his friends, all happy and smiling at their new lives, when he became saddened by their grins and decided to walk away, sulking through the tough mask he had put onto his face and the stiff movements of his actions. He didn't want to watch everyone as the memories of much happier days were suddenly, for some odd reason, becoming too hard for him to bear at the moment, forcing him to have to get away from their presence. He was a strong toy; he just didn't want to let the others see him cry. He had always been a sort of important figure for them to always look up to, so why would he want to burden them with his tears and have them see him as anything less than a great toy? This was why he decided to run away.
And this is the last sight Dolly had of him as she sat atop a short stack of coloring books, her eyes being the only ones on him amongst their
AT: My Special SomeoneAmongst the many vast valleys of Ooo two lone bodies laid up against one another, silently enjoying the feel of the person beside them. One of the figures, that of a young boy, had a full head of long, luscious blond hair which swept around his head atop the blades of grass he laid on; next to him, the figure of a young girl, just around his same age, with fire red hair that casted a dim auburn light over them, illuminating both their bodies and their closest surroundings.
As both of them stared upwards into the slightly darkened sky, their minds were on alert as both silently realized just how close they had gotten to one another in the last few minutes. It really surprised both of them, actually.
Weren't they supposed to be enemies?
Sure, the girl always claimed that she disliked him, but had she ever truly felt that way?
The way that they were now continued to contradict everything which she had once claimed to be true.
Carefully, the boy sent a quick glance in the girls' direction
AT: Her Flame Resilient Heart ch. 3Jake walked over to where his friend slept, placing a yellow hand onto his friend's shoulder and shaking him in a wildly uncaring fashion. Letting out a loud hiss to wake his friend, he called out his name.
Finn, the one who he was trying so hard to wake up, finally managed to be shaken awake from his long slumber. Through his eyes which were still heavy with sleep, the human boy stared over at his dog Jake with a pair of confused eyes.
The human swallowed, cringing when the very action made him discover that his throat had become sore during the night.
'Hmm, I guess that I was snoring last night. Man, was that one heck of a dream!'
He also suddenly discovered that his head hurt immensely, causing him even more discomfort.
With a hoarse sounding voice, Finn softly spoke. "Oh, good morning buddy. What time of day is it outside?"
Jake's eye brows furrowed, an expression of worry coming onto his features. "Well, it is about half past midday now. You know, you slept pretty late today
AT: Her Flame Resilient Heart ch. 2She couldn't believe him.
Flame Princess flew into her room, throwing her volcanic door shut behind her with a loud slam. She stopped midair, dropping down to the floor and letting a huge flame erupt over her body.
"RAAAWWWRRR! I can not believe him!"
After a moment of growling angrily, the girl forced her flames to recede back within her and she walked over to her vanity table, sitting down on a large rock in front of it, which made up her chair. Letting out a slow, calming breath, she suddenly frowned deeply to herself in annoyance.
She let her gaze move onto the mirror of her vanity, the girl starring dangerously back at her reflection with her eyes narrowing in tight scrutiny.
Suddenly, the girl let out a terribly long wail. "Ugh, I hate that stupid, idiotic, insensitive, jerk head! He pisses me off so damn much! Ugh, why does he have to be such a freaking wishy-washy person? Can't a guy ever make up his mind! And I thought only women had these problems!"
As she fumed this to herse
AT: Her Flame Resilient Heart ch. 1"J-Jake, who was that?"
"That was the Princess of the Fire Kingdom!"
"Well, why Why would she slap me when she doesn't even know me?"
"Well actually Finn, she does. Sort of. It's a very long story, so maybe I could tell you later-"
"I've got all the time in the world, so explain it now Jake."
" Right, okay."
Many hours had passed since the whole fiasco with Flame Princess, when Finn found himself siting by the window of his slightly burnt home staring up into the brightly lit, midday sky.
The boy kept thinking of her face; the way her body had fit within his arms, because of her body being just around his height. He thought about the especially weird way she had stared up at him: her eyes, both helpless and completely entrancing at the same time.
At first, though he hated to admit it, Finn hadn't wanted to catch her. She was a monster, the one who had destroyed the picture of his beloved first crush. Y
Happy SlapsgivingMarshal, the king of the vampires, smirked evilly as he floated a little ways above the ground where Fionna stood with Gumball. Laughing gleefully, the vampire watched the pink prince as he squirmed under his unnerving gaze.
The poor guy was so scared of him right now.
Actually, poor Gumball was scared so much so, that Marshal almost felt sorry for him
Though any amount of sympathy that he may have ever held for him had dissipated once the feelings that he had always felt for Fionna were known to the world. The fact that the human girl also seemed to reciprocate Gumball's feelings made the vampire extremely happy that he had won the ridiculous bet that the bubblegum prince had made with him.
Marshal was SO happy that he had come up with the bet, and he was grateful to his past self for his decision of what the winner would win for being right.
Five slaps were to be given to the winner of the bet.
And lucky him, he had won the bet.
Now, it was thanksgiving day, the day that Marsha
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
Poem: The Neverending GlitchDays, I spend, all on my own
In my little, soda mountain.
Shunned by all, my spirit falls
And with that, my life is broken.
A saddened sigh after the many pushes and shoves,
I wearily sit, and ponder leaving.
Thoughts in my head, a memory surfaces,
Like a movie, it plays in my head.
"A glitch can't leave" said King Candy,
A masochist grin on his face.
"I know I can't" I'd always say,
"But it doesn't hurt to try..."
At this he would certainly huff,
Haughtily sauntering away.
I'd watch him then, tears in my eyes,
Knowing that this wasn't okay.
This shouldn't have been my life!
I wasn't the one who deserved this.
But through it all, all the tears and pain,
I had that little light.
A bright one, oh, so special to me
That if I had it, life would be alright.
Happiness; the thought of a new day.
A day where I might race!
All I needed was one little coin,
Just one measly, little coin.
And so, with that thought in mind,
I found a reason to keep going.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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