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Yellow MaskBroken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
cast adrift with the gold of ages; always.
There it lies, and there it remains,
And there it has always been,
This horrid yellow mask.
This horrible pallid monstrosity!
It calls to me, you see. Day and Night.
A vibrant horn erupts from the sea,
and sounds to call me away forever,
to the murky depths of the Aegean.
And if I walk to it, to see the source,
the sound stops, as if to mock me.
But the crabs and the cockles,
and the cowries in the sands,
they are the worst of actors.
This silence, save for the piping,
of the wind, and of the gulls,
cannot make me forget the blasphemy
that was the sounding horn.
Sounding in notes unheard before,
and unimaginably awful.
And that yellow mask,
broken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
and cast adrift with the gold of ages;
Barrelstow and DalstonFriday Morning. It was the month called May, and I'd never enjoyed the Sun as much as I did then, sitting on my veranda. My sister had just been born; Silvia, in all her glory. She's since grown, but I can remember how she looked that day as if nothing had changed. Mother was shivering, I remember. I was only eight at the time, but I was aware, and I asked her if she was alright. She said she had had the same shivering after I was born, and that, then, it had gone away after a week or two, and it would probably do the same this time. I smiled. A bee flew by me and attached itself to a coneflower maybe six feet away. I watched it take up the pollen and fly away again, newly burdened. Mother called to me to tell me I'd be late if I didn't get going.
I grabbed my book, pencil, and coat and started walking. I lived about three miles from the Schultz-Herod Memorial School in Dalston. It was named for two war heroes, they told us. Peter Schultz was th
The Cotton Tree I do not expect you to believe me— I can scarcely condone even myself believing; but if this is untruth, it stems from my own ignorance; for I believe it wholly. And how should I not? I shall explain my account of the story as I remember it—
This day we had been sent to buy bread from a baker who makes his home in a nearby town; we had made short work of the trip and had, at length, decided it far more interesting to stray from the familiar path on the walk home. On a length of trail where we would normally take the left of the fork, we instead took the right, and so became separate from any previous knowledge of the area that we may have had; and, realizing that we had no reason to stay on a trail that meant so little to us, we quickly walked an hundred meters perpendicular to the trail, and began to navigate by intuition through the noon-time forest.
After an hour, which would normall
The Modern PrometheusTo my frozen jaw, his hands reached,
they molded from clay that which has killed me,
But it is too cold for blood to run,
and for what purpose would it?
And to what end, and by what means?
For that which he does not mold
cannot take form-
He is the creator,
and his hands the carpenter's compass.
And as I lie before him now,
like a stone sculpture from the Tripoli of old,
I cannot help but elate in the life he has given,
he and his mistress whom we call the mind.
For had he not come to me this day,
(or I, come to him)
Then I shan't have discovered
this so fleeting thing called life-
in any form, save for that shaded box
in which one sits before creation.
WinterHer heart spills the freshest of evening blood,
warming her hands in the winter air-
but her finger-nails have long fallen to the cold.
Her limbs have grown pallor-
She now blends with the snow-
save for the red upon her hands,
staining the landscape with a pinprick of the deepest ruby.
And a swan swooped down anon, as if to mourn
for the death of such a beautiful thing-
and it leaned to her cheek, and so showed its respect,
and left- being sure to leave enough time for the crows,
for they do so love to watch the other spirits arrive.
OceanaThe captain threw his haughty voice through the night sky,
as the crow's nest began to topple down,
and a cry was heard from the ocean-
a sudden, explosive cry- as from a child in despair.
The cry grew louder- more devilish.
It became something entirely new-
something of a shriek- a cacodaemonic shroud of sound.
It coated the air, and every surface there-in,
it burst the ears of sailors and cooks,
and left them stunned to drown
as the ships planks gave way
to that horrid sound.
And as the hull found it proper,
it collapsed upon the crew
who had forgotten their loves,
their lives, and their mothers-
and a crack was heard
by the ocean-
such a fair maiden, she is.
And as the last cry was wont to fade,
her hand shot up
to grasp it by its heart
and pull it back
to it's salt-kept grave
just naughts below the captain's feet.
A Sudden War"I'm…Afraid."
Drops hit her head.
Lightning crashed as beckoned wails from wounded dogs.
Her face grew paler than it had in years,
since her last fit-
and she yelled to the sky
as freezing drops blanketed her nightgown,
yelling in their own right,
to show her that
she is once, and for all,
In Praise of MorningWith the rise of the golden sun,
the leaves come to life.
They shimmer and billow in the breeze,
and make the sounds which only insects hear.
The birds shake the dew from their wings;
And the Rabbit, in his pomposity, just sits,
taking in the Morning.
O requiem! the Night has gone;
"And it may never return," said the Rabbit.
But the trees did not wish this.
Nor did the birds, who find refreshing
the morning dew, and sunless rest.
But the Rabbit insisted:
"I have never seen the sun so bright,
and it is clear it shall never dim again!"
The birds prayed for Night once more,
to their nameless Gods, with faces bizarre.
And the Leaves and trees called to the Sun
himself, to let the Night Return.
But the Sun answers not.
Nor do the Bird-Gods with Armoured wings
and satin coats upon their backs.
"How is it," twitched the Rabbit,
"that you all so wish for the cold Night?
What has the night done but made you lonely?
Made you cold and scared?
And stolen away your closest company
until the Morning
The Lover's Feud with TuesdayBut with Friday,
in all of its precipitous glory,
so far away-
and without feelings;
how can one find it amorous?
How can one,
who is so much a cynic,
consider it anything
but the cruelest of all,
leaving you with but a taste
of this week's end,
with which so much joy is placed?
-But the lovers claim it theirs,
and so look forward
to its endless day,
and endless night,
that even the most neutral of days,
seem as a sadist to their love.
SequiaEsta noche estoy tan triste.
Ni siquiera te despediste.
Tiempo atrás tu decidiste.
La noche que de mí huiste.
Lamento no darte un motivo
Para que te quedes conmigo.
Ahora me arrepiento,
No demostrarte lo que siento
Tu ausencia deja una sensación.
de sequía en mi corazón
Vacía,como una tierra árida.
Desolada, de amor ávida.
Hidden EmotionWill you ever know?
What I’ve been keeping inside?
What I’ve never been able to show
You’re my joy and pride
You make me laugh
You bring happiness to my day
You’re my missing half
I see it this way
That smile is golden
If words could describe it
Its beauty cannot be spoken
So why do you hide it?
Without you, my world would be darkness
Aimless, with no control
Luckily, you’re not heartless
You’re the spirit to my soul
Let’s forget about before
We can’t change it
My heart is yours
So, please, take it
Hold HerYou see her coming for you,
When you're getting ready to become a wolf's food.
Her onyx eyes, filled with tears as she rushed towards you,
Wishing that your father's threat wouldn't go through.
She screamed your name as you fall into the deep abyss,
You hardly felt pain, because of her voice, you felt complete bliss.
As an adult, your hatred grew,
Only to discover that this woman with dark hair was the girl you once knew.
You only pushed her away to protect her and to have your revenge,
But despite everything she saw, she didn't cringe.
After seeing her many times, you get intrigued,
Her midnight hair, her onyx eyes, her sun-kissed skin, her pink lips, everything about her was a mysterious beauty.
Her heart was too big and kind,
You tried to force yourself away from her, but you wiped her tears and let her enter your mind.
She lets you stay with her every day,
But when she sees you covered in bruises, she cleans you up and prays.
Your stomach churns in guilt when she worries for your b
A dream, the sky, a star has fallen from its reign
Giving one wish as death is not always in vain
“So speak, my dear, from the bottom of your heart,
Tell me your dream from which you never part!”
“I wish just for.. a woman, thought blind could see more light than me
And touch my heart with gentleness that I still have to see
To listen to the tales of false glory that we often tell
Yet never speak of mountains that she climbed and fell,
However, whisper, just for me, the paths she took and where they led
For that`s the story of how we have met and wed.
To be.. a mother, for the child that, she never had,
And to return with kindness everything that`s bad,
To face, with courage, all that life will throw and be
Yet smile in its face how it`s supposed to be.
Whose heart is pure and forever warm,
To ‘embrace the cold like friends who were once sworn..
To be the light, the future and the way
With whom with love I will forever stay.”
A dream, a wish, a star that f
Just sorry.You take away my gift
and leave me alone in the morning.
You said you were rich and not a player.
See, I don't like bad boys.
Or ones that "do it" with two girls.
I need someone trustworthy
Who don't use women as their toys.
What happened to loyalty?
Talking about each others days?
Holding doors open for the ladies?
I want real love, though you didn't dive me that.
Whenever you leave in the morning
I feel it's payback
for something I didn't do.
But just say something that just says
Sorry for leaving.
Guess it's just what guys do.
What a screwed generation.
Inspired by this song:
Un Nuevo amor parte 5 KeyStarluck bajo sus manos hasta las piernas de key y acaricio suavemente el trasero de key
Key: *silencio y ruborizado* m...
Starluck:*quitandole el pantalon* *acariciando la piel desnuda de key* dime key...
Key: ? S--sí..
Starluck: eres ..virgen..? *Apretando las piernas de key...*
Key: este- si...jamas eh echo esto...
Starluck: de acuerdo quieres aprender? ...
Key: em...está bien..*poniéndose Encima de el*
Starluck: *sacando su pene* ahora si has lo que quieras...
Key: ha....*dándole un par de besos en el cuello**y bajando hasta su pene*
Starluck: haa.....*tapándose la cara* Lo--haces bien ..ha!!
Key: *chupando el pene completo*
Starluck: voy...ha...*corriéndose en la boca de key*
Key: ha...*tragándose todo* sus ojos brillando rojisos*
Starluck: termino la leccion *poniendose encima de el*
Key: *besandolo y acariciando su rostro* starluck.....
Starluck: *sacando el pene de key* Esto puede doler...
Key: cu---anto?? *respirando muy fuerte y rápido
Un Nuevo amor parte 4 KeyStarluck: bueno es mejor que vallas con tu madre key..*soltándolo*
Key: si...Iré...*sus ojos brillaron mientras sonreía*
Starluck: *este chico es bastante lindo* ... Key fue hasta donde estaba toshi con la tía sayumi..
Toshi: sayumi como puede ser que estés aun peleada con rapha son matrimonio..
Sayumi: lose...pero raphael debe aprender que no soy solo de el también tengo derecho a hablar con cualquier otro chico obviamente respetando mi matrimonio*tomándose la cabeza* Esto es un coñaso...
Key: mamá... tía sayumi...puedo hablar.. Con ustedes...?*tímido*
Toshi: key...si claro hijo ven....
Sayumi: que pasa cariño??
Key: yo...bueno...quiero hablarles de...me gusta alguien...
Toshi: ohm ya veo...
Sayumi: muy bien keyy *golpeando su codo contra él..*
Toshi: es alguien que conozca hijo?
Key: si mamá es....starluck....
Sayumi: *mirándolo* pero... key...él es mucho mayor que tu...
Toshi: hijo...estas seguro?
A New Love Part 3 key* after a while the fight was stopped * so * key left his room and went to the boys * Toshi: son .... see you do to your room ..
Key: Mom ... Where is Starluck?
Toshi: Starluck is in the kitchen ....
Key: Raphael and uncle ...?
Toshi: is in his room with sayumi ..
Key: mama you do and that box of first aid ....
Toshi: I took him to Starluck is a little hurt .... Key: I'll take it ..... I will be with him for a while .... well it will not hurt me .... you know me .. look .. * happy *
Toshi: key is fine but if something happens just call .... I'll see what your father is doing ...
Key: okay mom ... * key goes where the kitchen and go .... to Starluck hurt a bit * closer *
Key: Starluck okay? You have not .... hurt elsewhere ???
Starluck: eeehh .... no ... Do not worry just hit me body parts but this is nothing .....
Key: Well my mother I leave this box first aid ....
Starluck: tell your mom thanks ....
Key: It's fine ... I'll tell aaammm .... you want me to help?
Starluck: no need I can
Un Nuevo amor parte 3 Key*después en un rato la pelea había parado* *así que key salió de su habitación y fue a donde los chicos* Toshi: hijo que haces ve....a tu habitación..
Key: mamá... Donde esta starluck?
Toshi: starluck está en la cocina....
Key: y el tío Raphael?...
Toshi: está en su habitación con sayumi..
Key: mama que haces y esa caja de primero auxilio....
Toshi: se lo llevo a starluck está un poco herido.... Key: se lo llevo yo.....yo estaré con él un rato....además no me hará daño....ya me conoce.... * mirada feliz*
Toshi: está bien key pero si pasa algo solo llámanos....voy a ver lo que está haciendo tu padre...
Key: está bien madre... * key va adonde la cocina y ve.... a starluck un poco herido* *acercándose*
Key: starluck estas bien? .... no te has lastimado en otra parte???
Starluck: eeehh....no...No te preocupes solo me pego una partes del cuerpo pero esto no es nada.....
Key: bueno m
To a DreamOh, love of mine, what brilliant seed hast thou planted?
That, in your place, such brilliant flowers have been wont to grow.
And vines of brightest green, that make grass seem cant, hid
your livid heart, and it's accompanied breast, so the world shall never know
of its honest beauty, and vital voice amid
this summer full of trivial things, that, in view, you'd always seem aglow.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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