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Ch1. The Meeting"Princess of Niagriston"
By: Chris Healey aka Xephyer
Chapter 1 – The Meeting
A voice was heard from the ears of the Galient knight, Tundra. It was soothing to his ears as he walked through an open terrain, in search of blueberries in the forest near by. He looked in many directions to try and find out where the voice was coming from. It was coming from his left side, straight in the dark forest where nobody goes because of the twenty-four hour gloominess and darkness surrounding it. He thought for a moment, whether or not he should go in the dark forest to try and find the wonderful singer, or whether or not to try and find his blueberries in the bright forest, which was to his right.
Tundra took his time as he chose to search for the voice. He ventured deep within the dark forest of Phonos. As dark as it was becoming as he continued walking, it soon began getting brighter as a single voice became louder and more beautiful to the ear. Tundra noticed a lonely girl singing as she looked
When Christmas CameWhen Christmas came,
I saught for joy.
I laughed for hours,
While I'm still a boy.
It was a wonderful evening,
Oh that Christmas day.
I enjoyed every moment,
Wishing it would stay.
I got many presents,
Oh yes I did,
On Christmas morning,
Whilst I'm a kid.
I enjoyed Christmas this year,
I must say,
That even my older siblings,
Had a very good day.
Oh that Christmas morning,
I'll never forget,
How I spent it with my family,
And i'll never regret.
Oh when Christmas came,
Oh when Christmas came.
Poem - My LoveMy Love
When you're down,
I'll pick you up,
I'll turn your frown,
Right side up.
A smile from you,
Warms my heart,
I know your smiles true,
Cause it's how things start.
When we're together,
I feel whole,
Now and forever,
We'll fill in one soul.
You're my love,
My blooming being,
Forever the sweet dove,
Shall we be seeing.
Poem - "Megan"Megan
Your eyes twinkle above me,
Sparkly so brightly, so free,
Words can't describe the feelings I'm feeling,
Even through the cards I've been dealing.
The short time we've spent together will be infinite,
Everyday, every moment, will stay and be definite,
Your voice and emotions tell who you are inside,
While your actions show what you'll come to abide.
Your love is so true,
I know it's so you,
I love you like you love me,
I hope that's what you can see.
Our hearts are bonded together,
But the pieces are light as a feather,
Like the wind so free and light,
For no love will shine ever so bright.
Quests of Ataru - Chapter 1
Introduction: Ataru Taerio, a detective and Demon slayer for the U.A.F.D.A.I(Undercover Agents for the Federal Demon and Artifacts Investigations.), has accepted a list of missions he must do in a short period of time per mission to receive $5.7 Billion at the end from Governor Rin, who had his items stolen and has put up that amount as the reward for the safe return of those items within 7 days or else the items will all disappear from the lack of magic each hold in them. each must be brought back immediately to Gov. Rin.
Chapter 1 - The Sword of Shoujiki
"Slow down!" a passenger said, barely being able to move with the speed the Jet Train was going.
The driver looked back in a gazed sight with blurriness from 'speed shock' coming off of the Jet Train. He knew he had heard something, but was unsure of what had been said by the second passenger on the right. The passenger had given him a hard and unsure look to his eyes, the driver gave him the same look.
"What!?" The driver
woman with the burnt-out lungsCigarette-flushed face,
you never bothered trying to quit for your kids, though you were one when you started.
It wasn't real until the Big C knocked.
Once burned, twice shy,
your cousins remembered another family member, pixie-cut hair she once permed so proudly,
double-crossed and dying in a cold bleached bed.
Woman with the choked-down laugh,
we didn't want to believe it was cancer, chemotherapy, hospital, beloved, eulogy, grief,
when your daughter can't even spell the words yet.
It's all we can do to hope you hold faith like your aunt didn't, that you will end
your days knowing God. There's nothing else now but drugs and one last bout of misery.
Say goodbye to your children, Pam, and know you are loved.
To My Best Friends' ChildTo My Best Friends' Child
I miss you more than I thought I could miss
someone I met only as a swift, sharp kick
I miss your unheard cries, your unwiped shit,
the way you never gripped my thumb in your tiny fist
I held your mother for an hour last night
as she shook with wordless, tearless cries
while my husband talked down your dad outside
even your dogs hid under the bed and whined
you had a great set of gay uncles in us
to babysit when your folks needed a little fun
and later, drop you off and pick you up
and much later, teach you drinking without getting drunk
and you were going to teach us too
if we were ready to adopt a friend for you
instead, you taught us too much, too soon
about how much we didn't know we had to lose
Waltz with me a gentle rhyme
Meet me under the moonlight
Where the wind blows backwards
Time will never end
A ghost boat around the skyline bend
And a vampire’s kiss
The blood of a rose
And the song of the abyss
Where the wind blows backwards
That’s where you and me
My child take thee
And earn a window pain
A wolf howl on the biting rain
Until I can take your hand
And we can dance the final death
In your arms
We don't touch eachotherMy family lives in a cutlery set
from the eighteenth century,
each spoon and fork is segregated
by red velvet notches;
we do not touch each other.
I will flinch every time you
hold onto me for longer
than four seconds.
I am uncomfortable on couches
because I was raised to keep
my elbows to myself.
I attempt to accept touch as a gift,
but it feels as if someone
is handing me a bomb,
I can't help becoming tense,
waiting for the explosion.
You're too bony.
I can't deny the facts.
My fingers are icicles that never melt.
My bones are weapons that grow sharper.
There are few humans and felines
that can stand to be near me.
There are few humans and felines
that I can stand to be near.
It will take me years of rehearsing
for my body to feel as if you're
an extension of itself.
If you're patient,
I Wish I Could Have Taken You ThereI wish I could have taken you to Neverland
So you would never have had to see the bad
The war that goes on within your fairytale castle
Fight pirates instead of your own family
Dance with the fairies till the world turned dizzy
Leave the grown ups and growing up behind
Play with wooden swords and learn how to fly
Live with Peter and the Lost Boys band
Hear stories like the Croc and Captain Hook's hand
Never listen to parents fight or 'you cant's again
I wish I could have taken you to Neverland
Daddy, daddy!!Mommy, mommy ! Help me find daddy! I can't find him anywhere!
Brother, brother! Mommy's sad! She's crying! We need to help!
Sister, sister!Everyone's crying- Oh no! Are you sick too? Your crying too!
Auntie, auntie! What's this place? There's a lot of people here!
Uncle, uncle! Those men, they look like daddy in his uniform. Where's daddy? They said he'd be here!
Grandma, Grandma! Why is daddy sleeping in the box bed? Why are there flowers?
Grandpa, grandpa! Why won't daddy wake up?
Daddy, daddy.................. Wake up......everybody's crying....
Phases in GriefDenial
They wouldn't do this to me.
There must be a reason.
I'm camouflaged in bruises,
from head to toe for a lost reason.
Cut my blood open,
and show them what it feels like;
to feel my pain.
It doesn't show itself,
but I know it's there.
I'll give it all for this to stop.
I'll give it all for a second chance
at my past.
Give it all for different blood.
Make it stop.
I slowly build oceans;
by my eyes.
Cover it all up with a few laughs.
Not telling anyone my story.
I accept my future, my fate.
But deep down, the past scars still show.
I'm treated like this but later,
I'll be alone without blood.
DaddyLittle girls are supposed to love their daddy.
But i find it hard to love someone your terrified of.
Taking my things.
They aren't yours to play with
I'm sorry mommy
Please stop yelling at me.
Ahead and take my things
You can have them to play with
Put me down
Or laugh at me
Or scream at me
Or tell me how
Terrible of a daughter
I'm sorry mommy.
Please stop throwing things at me.
Mommy, I'm sorry.
Screaming at me.
I love you mommy.
Do you love me?
Poem - Blind Sun
I sat upon the grazing grass
As the sun continued beaming pass.
I looked above for minutes long
Thinking of a high pitched song
When I seen light.
The light I saw
Felt warm and so bright
a realized soon after
what I thought was right.
My life turned around
on that same day
I imaged nothing no more.
That was the price I had to pay,
Not knowing who I was anymore.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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