Get it?

Hum where you least expect it.

My mind’s a blur.

The last thing that jumped

Had no chance for cure.

Spinning in wind

With laughter so loud,

Yet subtle and hush;

The crown worn too proud.

Whispers filling in my entirety,

I feel whole and safe

Like a little baby

Wrapped in strange warmth;

The burning of your love.

I’ve wandered into fantasy-

Now, my unreal reality.

Lost Bird

Lost bird grew
Lost bird tried
To find a way home
Flying and flying.
Smell of honey
and flowers
and home.
The smell of a creature all alone.

Goodbye.

Still you insist on keeping me here when you know very well that you can do fine on your own. Why? Why must I give in to your pleas? You look at me with those eyes full of emotion. Fake emotion. I know this because after I nod for your sake, you smile and carry on with your life as if there is nothing else to do but give thanks. And even that you do not do. It crushes my soul to be living in such a style of life. You walk in and out of that door without a word, not a single 'hello' or 'goodbye.' Well now I think there's something wrong with that and since those words have never really been used before in this house that we exist in, I suppose I...will be the first to say it...

Goodbye.

Hide And Seek

You had no idea.

It was a mistake.

For you to ever trust me.

Now, I’ll get the last laugh.

Ha-ha.


A cold icy smile and that was all that was left for the unmoving body, now just another corpse lying uselessly in the way.

Footsteps could be heard and a swift turn of the head, pointing the weapon into the direction of where the sound had come from.

“Are we still playing?”

A shadow could be seen. But no one could escape a hunter’s sight so easily. Another chuckle as the trigger was pulled.

Direct shot.

“Tell me when the game’s over,” she said with a smile, staring directly at the security camera.



“A lethal opponent,” said Mardoe, watching through the surveillance room, and trying to see past the blood that had splattered onto one of the main cameras. He ran a tongue over his lips, craving a cigarette, but resisting the urge.

No more smoking for me.

“You think she’s here for the data or just revenge?” Ryler looked at Mardoe with uncertainty and all seriousness. He leaned back into his chair, tilting his head, his face too neutral to see any emotion he could be feeling.

“Maybe both.” Mardoe loosened his tie as he kept his eyes on the one monitor that displayed the intruder. Only a dark silhouette of a woman’s figure could be seen.

She was heading closer to the camera. Her eyes were covered by some sort of contraption and an arm was reaching closer and closer and then-

“Damn it!” Ryler was on it as soon as realized what the intruder had done. He kept head up, turning from monitor to monitor as his fingers jumped on the keyboards and controls, typing in passwords and codes to try to revive the cameras and close doors. He slammed his fist down on the red button with the glass casing and an alarm sounded all throughout the facility.



“How about a new game,” she smiled, “Hide and go seek tag.”

She dropped the camera that she’d torn off of the corner of the ceiling and watched as the hallways suddenly turned dark and a red emergency light flashing to replace the white florescent lights. A loud, obnoxious alarm was also activated and doors slid shut and locked.

“You’re it,” she chuckled.

She looked up and just as planned, she had been standing right under a vent. “Come and find me if you can.”

The whole map of the building she’d memorized. Above her, there should be another floor for lab experiments and such. But that wasn’t where she wanted to go.

She jumped up, clutching onto the cover of the vent until it budged open and she threw it carelessly on the floor making a loud, cluttering sound through the noise of the alarm.

“Lillith, can you hear me?” The voice came from the earphone she wore.

“That’s weird. I thought I broke this on my way in here,” she replied to the voice through the mike, bringing it closer to her mouth and then placing it just on her collar for a better transmission.

“You’re too careless. Do you want to get caught or what?” The voice held no tone of worry, only determination.

“You think I’d let that happen?” She snorted into the mike. “I don’t think so, Hex.”

“Just hurry it up. They’ve already set off the alarm as you can probably already tell. Your first objective is done. You already made it underground into their labs. The next objective is to turn the alarm system off. It’ll make security think that the alarm was a false and that’ll give you more time.”

“I doubt that they’re that dumb, but I’ll do it.”

Lillith crawled through the vents. It was cold, but she wore a black elastic suit. It was fitting and it enhanced fast mobility and flexibility.

Happy Canada Day!

Yes, it's that time of year again when we celebrate the day of...uhh, well...Canada.

Too bad I have to work today. Oh, well.

In other news: I've lost my flashdrive with all my files and everything else on it so that kinda sucks. The only important thing on it was my 'Castle' story, but I guess I don't have to worry much about that because I've been posting it here on my blog, too. The other important things on it were my resumes and poetry and...I can't even remember. It's just been too long.

But yea, I need a resume for tomorrow and I don't even know what it's supposed to look like. Guess that's what I'll be working on for today. Surprisingly, I'm not in too much worry of it, but I'll probably be very stressed later as the hours pass by.

Besides that, the lost 1GB flashdrive has been replaced by an even better, newly-bought flashdrive with 8GB! Yea, baby! And only $20! Talk about a good deal. And to top it off, I got the last one, haha.

Now, if only I have the same luck for tomorrow, then all will be well. =)

Best Days

Graduation!

Congratulations to all the grads of '09!

I'm just too happy to do anything...SERIOUSLY! I don't even know what to do right now!!!

I had the most amazing night yesterday! Definitely, the best night of my life so far! So what if I wasn't able to go to Dry Grad? I'm more than satisfied with the events that have already happened and it's enough =)

Some Good Times

So here's a little something to watch while sittin' back to relax.





It was a friend's English project and it was toooooooooooooons of fun! Although, I was more than half an hour late for work and my mum drove me straight from school to the restaurant (I work as a waitress). I looked like I was just in a car accident when I walked in, but strangely enough, no one had taken much notice until I had half the make up off and most of it smudged all over my face. I was red, "like a tomato."

Quote by Kristy and Roxanne :)

I Want A Haircut...

My hair's been bothering me a lot lately and I've wanted a haircut since March, but since I was acting as one of the main characters for a movie project for school, I couldn't get it then. It's already June now and I really hoped I'd be able to get my haircut before Graduation, but that most likely will not be happening as the weeks become busier as that one most important and exciting day (so far) comes. It might be a few days after Grad, but at least it will finally be done!

Here are a few haircuts/styles that I've looked through the internet to find, which appealed to me very much. I want short, but not too short, hair and with layers, but everything else besides those aren't that important to me.

My hair's not blonde though.

Maybe a little bit shorter than this, but I like the curls at then ends.

Definitely a favorite!

This might be a little too short though.


Also another favorite!

I really want that haircut!!!

11.2 - Into The Castle

He could feel its thick, hard nails pressing down ever so lightly on his soft, sensitive neck. Asher was shaking, feeling the edges of its nails that left trails of dirt and something sticky on his skin.

“P-p-please...” Asher started, begging for his life like it was the only thing left he could do. “P-please don’t...”

He didn’t know how he’d finish that sentence. What could this monster possibly do? Would it kill him? Or would it play with him first and torture him as much as Asher could take until there was no more of his will left. He didn’t know and didn’t want to, but how could he get out of a situation like this!?

The creature hissed the same low, harsh hiss that Asher had heard a couple or more times before, right after he’d entered the castle. It continued to run its dirty, rough hands over the shaking boy as if it were trying to calm a hysteric baby. But Asher stayed quiet, afraid that a single sudden sound from him would trigger a bad reaction and he was not too keen on the idea of getting his head suddenly ripped off from his own body.

Calm down, Asher, he thought, shutting his eyes tight as he bit his lips, trying to bear the moment as if it would pass.

His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl that emitted from the creature. It turned into a husky, psychotic kind of laugh and Asher felt more tears threatening to slide down his cheeks. He tried hard to will them off and keep them from sliding down his face and onto the creature. He just hoped that it would get bored of him before the thought of hurting him in any kind of way would pass through the creature’s head.

11 - Into The Castle

The creature stopped breathing and Asher grew nervous, waiting to hear the sound of it again.

Please, just be dead...

Asher doubted this would be, but he was too desperate for any logic.

Still afraid to move, Asher kept himself hushed and deathly still.

Maybe it’s waiting...like a hunter...

The thought freaked him out and he wanted nothing more than to just get as far away from the creature; from here, the castle- as far away as he can. Like the prey that I am...

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself from screaming from the top of his lungs. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes and they slowly rolled down his cheeks, his face red and hot with fear. His heart was still beating to a rapid pace and he wondered if the creature- the monster could hear it.

Asher gulped down. He heard the faint sound of the creature’s ragged breathing. Slowly and as if it had something stuck in its throat, in and out, in and out, in and out.

He felt dry, rough skin over his face and he flinched. It was stroking its strange, distorted hands over Asher’s face. The boy felt chills run down his arms. The creature could feel the beating of the boy’s heart when his fingers traced over a vein or an artery, and ignored the tears it smeared. It snickered, an evil and harsh sound that made Asher whimper with fear.



***Not much of an update. Sorry, haven't had much time to write, but I'll make some time soon enough! Ciao.

10 - Into The Castle

He looked around, feeling desperate to do something. He wondered if prisoners from long ago had any way of escaping their incarcerations and if there were, maybe he could find them.

Asher walked forward, carefully taking his steps in case he was to land his foot on top of something that was still alive. If that mouse is alive, then maybe there’s a way of keeping myself alive in here, too, he thought.

The problem was that he didn’t know if the mouse had just crawled through a hole from the outside and somehow found its way here. He had no doubt that it had other exits from this room as mice always found ways to get in and out of certain places.

“Maybe I can dig a hole out of here, too,” he hoped.

He ducked again, going down on his elbows and knees, searching for a light of some sort and running his fingers against the walls to find the mouse holes. Where did it come from?

He was getting his pants dirty and luckily he wore a short sleeved shirt so he had no worries about ruining the sleeves, but after all he’d done today, he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t already covered in so much dirt.

Squeak!

“Agh!” He stumbled on his back, pushing away from the sound. That squeak had been too close to his ears. He shivered in the thought of being so close to a mouse. And he only hoped it was one.

He was breathing heavily, startled and disgusted.

He heard himself breathing in then out; that same exercise that usually helped to calm him down and lower his stress.

In then out. In then out. In then out. In then...

Wait a minute, Asher thought, already calm and now only confused. He stopped and held his breath. There was something else...

In then out. In then out. In then out.

W-who...? Asher was shaking. He wouldn’t dare move, but he couldn’t help shaking. There was someone else...or something that was here!

Please just be a really big mouse...

He felt his heart beating a rapid speed. He wanted a heart attack to kill him more than finding out what this creature could be. His fear was back, threatening to linger around to laugh at him as sweat ran down his forehead.

Please just be a mouse!!

He stayed as still as possible and so did the other presence. It continued breathing its heavy breathing, its odor wafting into Asher’s nose, which explained most of what he had smelled earlier.

It was the repulsing and pungent stench that had greeted him from the beginning. It scared him that maybe this creature knew he’d be coming and so hunted him down here.

I’m just dreaming, he yelled in thought. He tried to tell himself to wake up; that this all was just a bad dream and he’d wake up to a beautiful, sunny morning that would reward him with the smell of his neighbor’s baking.

Yes, just dreaming. “This is all just a dream.”

Before he knew it, he realized the words had come out of his mouth. He kicked himself in thought for letting anything be said out loud.

9 - Into The Castle

He was deep underground now, he guessed, by the length of time that he’d been going down stairs. It was the strong smell of nature, too, that hinted it, which was what cancelled out the other smell.

It grew colder, which only made sense, and his clothes were still pretty wet. “Not one of my best days, that’s for sure,” he muttered to himself, feeling around the walls.

They were lumpy and made of dirt. He even felt a bug crawl on his hand and he shook it away as if it were just dust.

Bugs, he wasn’t afraid of. They were only smaller and more annoying than humans like himself and he had no problem with that as long as they didn’t swarm all over him.

His hand continued to drag along the dirt wall and stopped when he felt something cold and wiry.

“What’s this?”

It was thick and metal-like, but also felt rusty. Past that one was about a few inches space and more of the same cold, wiry metal. He felt around with both his hands and realized they were bars.

“Like a cage,” he whispered, losing his breath. Asher swallowed this information in hard. He’d gone too far down underground the castle. The only place he could be at right now was the dungeon. “The only place I didn’t want to end up at and here I am,” he said, worriedly.

The thin bars weren’t strong and even some were bent. There was one part at the very bottom where it was anything but straight and even. They were bent angularly and even a few were broken and missing bars to connect all the way to the ground. The ends of the broken bars were jagged, as if they’d been ripped right off.

“Who could do that, though?” He thought out loud.

Asher remembered from his textbooks and history class at school, the people from long ago who could’ve been prisoners seemed small and weak. They were usually from poor villages nearby who had nothing to give or offer them as taxes and so lost their freedom due to the selfishness and greed of the higher class society that lived in castles.

He knelt down on cold dirt, his hand blindly searching around for the other missing bars. Instead of that though, his hand landed on something small and furry. It squeaked.

Asher gasped and quickly retreated his hand.

Just a mouse. He hoped it wasn’t carrying any diseases or he surely wouldn’t know what to do.

“Not that it matters if I don’t get out of here,” he gulped. He’d get out of here. He would. Right?

He wondered if he really would. It was dark and he was pretty much lost and deep underground a castle that no one knew he’d gone to. Except for that girl at the café.

“Not that she’d be any help.”

If the police couldn’t find the missing people from before, then what were the chances that they’d find Asher?

“How am I ever going to find my way back up?” He asked himself, frustrated. “Or out of here at all?”

8 - Into The Castle

It sounded like an echo, as if it was in a canal or something; somewhere hollow and damp.

Asher wondered at what part of the castle he was in. He hoped desperately he hadn’t found a way into the dungeon. It was a frightening thought.

He took a step forward and another step. The next step made him gasp as it sent him stumbling down farther into the dark and he fell on wet ground. He groaned, the pain shooting up the arm that he’d landed on. His legs were also twisted and his head started throbbing.

Asher fixed himself up, untangling his body. His clothes were now lightly soaked but at least it wasn’t as bad as the rain outside.

The fall had surprised him, but realized that it was only a few steps of stairs that he’d tripped himself on.

Asher felt dirt on his face. He’d already had a shower that morning and hated the feeling of dirt on his skin. This was getting frustrating, but Asher didn’t want to go back into his negative thoughts and just kept moving forward.

The walls were narrowing, he could feel as both of his arms were outstretched to his sides. The walls were also wet and he felt his fingers running over dirt and mold, as well as cobwebs and other sorts.

The ground turned a little uneven. More stairs? Must be a stairwell...

He didn’t know much about castles and actually had never been in one. He chuckled to himself. This was the first time he’d ever been in a castle before, he realized. It gave him a satisfying feeling.

He also turned out to be right about the stairwell. The walls spiraled, as well the ground turned into steps, bumpy and uneven, not at all like a normal stairway. It led him down and continued in that one direction. He could only guess what was inside the towers and rooms on the upper levels, but he was going down to the lower levels and had no idea what was in store for himself.

The smell grew stronger and it worsened. Asher made a sour face. He did not like this one bit and hoped that this was the worst it could get, though doubted it. Deeper inside, in the heart of the castle, there must be something that was creating the horrible stench.

He thought of the missing people again. There was a very good chance that they were the cause of the smell.

Dead bodies.

Goosebumps ran down his arm. It didn’t help that his clothes were dampened already either. He slid off his coat and sighed. It was his only one and one of his favorite articles of clothing. It would be a shame to just leave it, but it was already pretty much ruined.

“No time to be a spoiled brat,” he muttered to himself. But he just couldn’t help biting down on his lip and then came to the decision of keeping it with him. He held it in one arm. It would be useful if it got cold, not that a wet coat would help.

His foot landed finally on solid even ground and this being so, he guessed there would be no further steps.

He couldn’t help but to take a breath in. The smell came through his nose. It hadn’t worsened at all. In fact, the horrible smell was actually almost blocked out by a different kind of smell; more natural and earthy.

Slammin' Up A Poem

So this is my slam poetry that I wrote up using the prompt that my Writing teacher had given us all. I didn't have to use this, but I did, cuz it just seemed to flow somehow and enough people liked it.

I, on the other hand, am not a fan of poetry with this type of subject/topic. It may seem whiny and all and love/broken love poetry seems over done, over used, and overrated.

I've had someone comment and say that this poem is just about a woman bitching about a man. In a way, I guess it can be...if that's how you want to look at it. Not really what I was going for though.

Enjoy.

The things you should’ve done/been – slam poetry
By Celeste Medina

You weren’t very vocal.
You weren’t very clear.
Couldn’t you speak louder so someone could hear?

You should’ve smiled once in a while
And kept in my sight.
You were always messing around and arguing with me
But you should’ve been the one to defend me in fights.

You should’ve been more careful with knives;
Been more aware!
You should’ve known what would happen when you sat on that broken chair.

It was a laugh!
You were always making me laugh;
Always making jokes in my behalf.

You should’ve done some things different, too, though
Like jumped on that plane to see your dying mother
Or gone to that restaurant with me when I invited you out for dinner.

You should’ve held me in your arms when I complained,
“It’s too cold!”
You should’ve been the one to have that silly heart of gold.

You should’ve been confident.
You should’ve been true.
You should’ve understood when I threw that shoe at you.

You should’ve made me laugh then when I was feeling all alone;
The only times you never paid attention to me.
You should’ve given me half of that pie you didn’t own.
You can be so selfish...to a certain degree.

You should’ve washed those dishes when I asked you to;
Kept my secrets when you said, “I do.”

You should’ve been more obedient even though you didn’t have to be.
You should’ve made some time for a little you and me.

You should’ve cried when you were feeling upset.
I know you’re a man, but to be so egotistic?
You should’ve stayed home that night it was soaking wet.
Come on now, where could you go? Be realistic.

You should’ve caught those looks I threw
And had the courage and confidence, too.
You should’ve let me drive your car.
Just let me be your shining star.

You should’ve hollered when I couldn’t hear.
You should’ve gone away with me for that one long year.
You should’ve had a little more sense.
You should’ve surprised me with flowers and sweets.
You should’ve come to my defense when I had that argument with that man from the street.

You should’ve been warm
And inviting.
You should’ve been more than just good-looking.

You should’ve leaned closer to me when I whispered in your ears.
You should’ve been happier in all our long years.

You should’ve fixed the basement door; the hinges were always creaking
And the pipes under the sink; those wouldn’t stop leaking!

You should’ve asked if I ever needed help.
You should’ve thought of someone other than yourself.
You should’ve just been my knight in shining armor.
But even though you weren’t,
It was always easy for you to win me over.


***Damn, right? You might think that the poem's great, but my performance when I had presented it did not match up. I was shaking the whole time and still was afterwards when it was all over. My words did not know how to walk...Hah! I kept falling and stumbling on my words, I mean.

Also: It kinda sucks when you have someone before you present such an amazing- or should I say 'slammin' poem, and you just fail to deliver the same kind of performance. D=

7 - Into The Castle

There was another hiss. He heard it! He was sure he heard it! He had to have!

Asher looked frantically and blindly from left to right and right to left, seeing nothing, hearing nothing more, and smelling only the horrible disgusting stench of decay. It smelled as if something had died in the tightly confined air. He wouldn’t be surprised. People came here all the time and went missing. Oh God! He hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking.

“Please, please no...” he whispered in one long breath.

He gulped, hoping it was just some animal that got in through a hole and got lost trying to figure its way out. It couldn’t be a dead body-

Make that dead bodies, he thought in plural form. There were so many people who’d gone missing; he wouldn’t even dare count how many bodies there could be.

Stop it! Don’t think like that!

It was a dead animal. It was a dead animal. It was a dead animal. Asher thought that if he kept thinking this way, he’d eventually actually believe it, though right now, he just didn’t know what to believe.

But then what about that hiss? No dead body could’ve made that or else it was a zombie and he refused to go into that state of mind. There’s no such thing as zombies. No such thing!

It must've been an animal; some sort of hissing animal that was also trapped and lost in the dark. The poor thing must be just as afraid as he was.

With this convinced, Asher sighed and cleared his head.

The noises, the smell, the darkness; they were all distracting him from what he really came here for. It was his curiosity. Now who was the one that said ‘curiosity killed the cat?’

Asher smiled, chuckling nervously. It was a wrong decision and misjudgment. He never should’ve come here; never should’ve gone in, especially through the side door; never should’ve tried to make his one eighteenth birthday so different from all the rest of his other birthdays. “Why try to be so special?”

He slowly got over his fear of the quiet darkness and started thinking his thoughts out loud. “Why did you even come here in the first place? It’s not as if you’re the first to even try.”

His tense muscles loosened as he practiced the breathing exercise of taking a deep breath in then out, in then out, and so on until he was sure he was completely calm.

Asher shook his head, regaining his senses. I’d be an idiot for coming here just so I can be scared out of my wits, he thought.

It was true. That was what everyone else had done, taking flights and crossing borders just to come to a castle they believed to be haunted or something. Those people were idiots. Asher was an intelligent and independent young man and he was most definitely smarter than that.

So then why am I here?

Asher pushed himself to move, he was blind in the dark, and was smart enough to figure out he had other senses to use. Though his nose still could not get past much of the thick, rotting smell, he could still use his ears and hands.

No more strange hissing noises came to scare him, but now that he was concentrating on distinct sorts of sounds, he could hear water dripping from somewhere nearby.

6 - Into The Castle

“Ugh!” As soon as he caught the scent, he brought his hands to his face. The smell was strong and pungent. It made him sick and he gagged, hoping he wouldn’t lose the breakfast he’d just had.

Asher kept his nose covered with an arm, the other arm frantically searching for a wall, pillar, or any sort of concrete surface that would somehow reassure his state of mind. His foot tripped over the other, but he maintained balance from falling, also feeling the need to be as quiet as a mouse.

The silence inside told him to keep still and keep hushed, but it only made the pounding of his heart more audible to his own ears. He was afraid and he could not deny that to himself anymore.

Asher bit his lip. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea, he thought. He looked back, trying to make out the door, but saw nothing. He was lost in the darkness; a big black void and he wished desperately that he was at home, safe where he could enjoy the light and the sight of actual objects.

Hsss.

Asher’s head turned swiftly to the side. What was that?

He kept still, his instincts telling him not to move, not to breathe, only to listen harder for what could have possibly made the faint hissing noise.

It’s just your imagination. Just your imagination. He could feel his heart beating right out of his ribcage. Thu-thump! Thu-thump! Thu-thump!

Asher shut his eyes, getting frantic. Shhh!

He thought by doing this, he could quiet down his heartbeats, but realized what a dumb idea that was. It’s okay! It’s fine! You’re okay! You’re fine!

Chanting in his head worked. It calmed him down and slowed his palpitations. It also distracted him from his fears.

You’re okay, Asher, you’re fine...

Asher blinked. Maybe it was just his imaginations. There was nothing else but silence that swallowed up the empty space all around him.

He took a step forward and stumbled. He did as best as he could to keep any sound from coming out of him.

His leg had bumped into something hard. What could that have been? Asher had images circling his head; a skull, bones, a small furry animal. All his guesses made the fear return once again and he regretted ever taking that one step.

It couldn’t be what he thought it was, whatever he was thinking. He only kept telling himself this to give him courage to find out its true form. Slowly, he crouched down, his hand feeling for the object and felt it against his knuckles after only a few seconds.

He sighed with relief. The object, he could feel, was some sort of container. He guessed it to be an old wooden bucket. The wood was wet, however, and as he was feeling for it, all of a sudden a splinter caught on his finger and he quickly retreated his hand, the pain shooting into his nerves as if it were punishment for touching the object.

Asher whimpered silently, taking a deep breath and a long sigh. He swallowed the pain down and ignored the feeling, terror being the only thing he could feel as he struggled in cold sweat. Christ, he cursed in his head. This was getting ridiculous. He was just panicking. That was it. That was all. Right?

Wrong!

5 - Into The Castle

He walked farther up to the entrance and stopped. Something felt strangely off. Asher looked left and right to both sides as if someone were watching him. Chills ran down his spine.

“Just the wind,” he told himself in a mumble. He didn’t actually know for sure, but he refused to scare himself with the thought of a murderous creature awaiting his arrival inside.

He chuckled. How dumb. The thought of it being a silly thing that actually put some fear in him.

The sky dimmed and clouds turned gray. Asher sighed. Please don’t rain...

And just to spite him, little cold droplets scattered down, getting harder and harder. The rain turned out to be heavy, dark weather with lightning illuminating the sky and a thunder that boomed so loud overhead.

“So much for a beautiful day,” he said to himself, as he cursed frustrated and kicked the castle wall beside him. Still, it shouldn’t be a horrible birthday because of it...

He thought about it a little more and knew the rain wouldn’t stop if he tried to will it away. He doubted that it would go just for his one special day, either, and so finally concluded to entering the structure that stood, menacingly, before him.

“It’s not as if I have a choice,” he tried to convince himself with the lie, but he knew that it was really his curiosity that got the better of him. Asher never minded before, walking or standing in the rain. It was usually nice and peaceful in his opinion and a great time to think when you don’t, although Asher already had all the time in the world.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled, walking on the dirt path beside the castle. An old and moldy, wooden side door came into view as he headed further down. The sight was quite the opposite of warm and inviting, but there was only so much shivering and cold that he could take.

The boy ran for it and quickly grasped and turned the rusted, metal handle. It was icy cold and left orange stains on his hand, but this he failed to notice. He pushed the door open, making a loud, creaking noise and wood dust, dirt as well as other particles spread and floated all around him. He sneezed, and sneezed again, trying to wave it all away from his face as he advanced into the shadows.

Asher rubbed his nose. It was good that he didn’t have any allergies or the dust would’ve killed him from the mass amount that suddenly appeared.

It must be an old door...

But if there were so many other people that came to visit this castle, shouldn’t all the doorways be in recent use? The one that Asher had gone through had cried so loud as if it hurt for the door to be opened at all.

It seemed suspicious, but then again, this whole place had given him that feeling from the very beginning.

He sniffed, trying to clear his nose. He hoped he wouldn’t get sick, being out in the rain and then the dust attack. “Oh well,” he shook the thought away. He had more important things to worry about...like the darkness that he’d fallen trapped into.

The confined air smelled musty and old. Then came a strange and unspeakable odor.

4 - Into The Castle

Asher only shook his head, turning his gaze out the window where the streets were yet to be filled with crowds of tourists and businessmen that could be there to be on their way or to just stand around with their thoughts and smiles.

The girl brought him his breakfast, gently laying it down on the coffee table and moving aside the mess that was spread across the space taking up the entire surface. She dropped them nonchalantly on the other coffee table that was bigger and held more popularity to customers.

“Thanks.” Asher lifted the steaming mug and his nose was buried into the whipped cream as he took a sip. The liquid burnt his tongue, but he didn’t seem to mind as it would happen every time he drank something hot. There just wasn’t any use to sipping little by little or waiting until it was a little cool. He only thought that it would ruin the quality of the coffee.

When he turned his head up, the server let out a giggle, catching the sight of Asher’s face. “You have a little something all around your mouth,” she laughed.

He didn’t know why, but this made Asher smile. Maybe it was because of the positive energy that the girl was emitting, or maybe it was the coffee’s aroma floating throughout the whole café, or it could even just be that he was eighteen and today was his birthday. Whatever the case was, Asher thought it was a nice sort of atmosphere to start the day with and he wanted to keep the feeling he felt now as long as it would last.

Taking a napkin, he hastily cleaned off his face before any customers would come in and see to make fun of him. The joke, he felt should be only for himself and maybe even the girl and her café. No one else should be able to turn into something else that would ruin it, just because someone might have a different sense of humor.

“So,” he heard the girl start. Her voice was like a flute that turned up a higher tone, which only indicated her happiness of mood. “What are you going to be doing for your birthday, if I may ask?”

Asher, who had taken a bite of his muffin, shrugged with a whimsical expression that sparkled on his face. “Not quite sure,” he said after gulping the remains of food from his mouth. “You know about the castle past East Avenue?”

The girl smiled and nodded. Finally, she got him talking and taking a topic himself to converse about. “Yeah. Do you plan on going there? Isn’t it supposed to be dangerous?” She poured herself a cup of coffee for her own morning wake-up and leaned on the counter, listening intently to Asher’s words as anyone would when their attention’s been taken by someone of interest.

“Yes. To both of your questions.” He wasted no words and felt his heart pumping with fear. It is supposed to be dangerous. The excitement rushed through him and this only encouraged him to do what he’d planned. Now his thoughts were consumed with only that one thing and would be that way for the rest of the day.


The pointed towers stood adamantly still as gusts of wind blew in from the west. His dark bangs brushed along his eyes. He needed a haircut.

Asher shivered in the cold air, blowing out frosty icy breath. The sight of the castle gave him goose bumps, which didn’t help things. It seemed to be deserted and void of tourists. If this place was so famous, wouldn’t it usually have some people loitering around outside? It was hard to believe that they were all wandering the hallways and rooms inside.

3 - Into The Castle

Maybe something special this time just for himself. He wouldn’t overdo it. He’d think of something that would only just satisfy him with a smile and that would be enough. The thought struck him like lightning and he let out a gasp. Asher bit his lip, contemplating it over. Go to the castle...Be adventurous!

It wasn’t like he was going to go vandalize anything or break the law. It was just a visit. To a tourist site, after all.

He wondered why the castle was still open for visitors. The people of Europe knew how dangerous it was and yet no one was preventing anyone’s passage. This wasn’t the first time the situation had been questioned. There were articles on the newspaper and interviews on television about it and all the authorities ever did was avoid questions that led to anything deeper than that. A reporter even had the nerve to write about how their government was taking advantage of the captivating and curious story behind the castle only for more arrival of tourists. It was actually a great scheme if you wanted more people flooding the streets of England, but nothing could take away the fact that it was cruel and quite monstrous.

Maybe he’d just stand outside and enjoy the scenery from where he was. Asher sighed, finally making up his mind about it.

The cinnamon scent made his mouth water and quickly he walked out the house, taking only his coat with him.


“Good morning,” said the same girl from the last time he was at the café.

Asher nodded with a smile and greeted her back.

“Will you be having the usual?”

The usual being his same cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, Asher decided to have something else that would make his day a little more special.

“Yes, but with whipped cream on top,” he said, cheerily, taking a seat at his usual spot at the corner with the dim lights. He crossed his legs, getting himself comfortable on the cushions of the sofa.

“Special day?” She went to work making a fresh pot of coffee just for Asher, since he was the very first customer of the day. A muffin was taken from under the glass and put on a plate.

“My birthday,” he mumbled out. His eyes scanned routinely for today’s issue of the paper from all the newspapers and magazines that were stacked in a mess on the coffee table in front of him.

The girl looked up at him, hearing the words, clear and audible. This caught more of her interest and she couldn’t help but ask more questions. “Wow. Happy birthday. How old will you be...if you don’t mind my asking?”

The coffee dripped its last drop and the pot was full to the rim. The aroma filled the room of freshly, brewed coffee and she poured a white mug full, topping it off with plenty of whipped cream.

“Eighteen.” His answers were short and vague. It only bothered the server a little, but she thought of it as a challenge as well. She just hoped he wouldn’t find her too annoying.

“Did you want whipped cream on your muffin as well?”

2 - Into The Castle

“More coffee, sir?” asked the server, with a shy smile, holding a fresh pot in hand.

Asher looked in his white mug, discovering with his brown, chocolate eyes that it was empty and then turned to the girl. “No, I should probably get going. Just the bill, please.”

She nodded, a little disappointment showing on her face. The bill was brought to him quickly along with the server’s phone number. Asher took no notice of the number and just laid out the money on the table, getting up to leave.

Outside, the fresh, autumn wind blew through his dark, shoulder-length hair. Uneven strands covered his face as they flew with the whirling air. He could feel the cold, seeping into his thin coat as he walked the pavement sidewalk. The weather wasn’t bad, just that it was a little bit windy. The sun was still out and trees were dancing around the colorful leaves that surrounded them. Asher could hear voices nearby, thrill and intensity in the tone of the words spoken as he came around the bend.

“The castle!”

“We must go and see!”

“We could solve the mystery and be heroes!”

“The Europeans have gotten lazy with their forces!”

“We’re not afraid!”

Dumb. Stupid. Careless. Those were Asher’s thoughts responding to the strangers’ words. And especially, ignorant. Asher new immediately what would happen if they went to their planned destination; More missing people; More news articles; And more frightened citizens of England.

The thought of warning them came and passed. He realized the enthusiasm and determination in the expressions of their faces and just walked away. Nothing he could do or say would change their mind.

Asher ignored most of his impulses. He never liked the idea of jumping to his emotions’ needs and feeding on it as if it were his only choice in life. He’d give in to small desires but that was it. Staying up late for another few hours to finish a good book, indulging in a second cup of coffee from the café, things that did no harm. Although the obsession that was starting to form and even steadily growing, was not such a healthy thing to acquire or develop.

The walk back to his house was short and uneventful. But then again, he never took much notice of anything when he didn’t want to, and at the moment, nothing could take his interest more than the mystery that haunted his thoughts.


The morning air filled his lungs as he opened the windowsill from his bedroom. White curtains were pulled back and sunlight shone through, illuminating the dim room.

Asher poked his head out, taking in another deep breath of fresh air. It smelled sweet and of cinnamon. The neighbors were probably baking again. Cinnamon buns? Apple pie? Maybe gingerbread? He tried to guess what it was, just for the fun of it. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips. “Happy birthday Asher,” he said to himself.

He was eighteen now and could feel the potential of this age. “What should I do today?”

Tell Me The Truth

I shouldn’t have said the things that I say
Wouldn’t have made a difference anyway
Couldn’t you hear the desperate fear?
I was choked up inside and I needed you here
But you had something more important to do
Tell me something, babe, what else is new?

Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see

Come on love, you’re a liar
Don’t you know what happens now?
The flames are dying, now where’s the fire?
Angels singing? Ha! There’s no choir!
Making me a fool for believing you
Don’t you know that I needed you?

I shouldn’t have said the things I always say
Doesn’t make a difference anyway
Don’t you ever feel like this isn’t real?
This isn’t what I thought was the deal
You’re always complaining and never here
Disappear to drink some beer

Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see

Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
Tell me what I already knew

***'Nother song. It just seemed to write itself...Kinda weird, 'specially at the end. Inspired by 'Hey Monday' and 'Cloud Cult'~

1 - Into The Castle

A low, but heavy breathing noise could be heard under the blanket of darkness that covered the inside grounds deep within the castle. Not even a small ray of light could be seen, almost as if it was forbidden.

A head turned, reacting to the sudden sound of water splashing. Veins popped out as blood rushed and the beating of a heart became more rapid. The creature opened its mouth, letting its tongue slide over its lips, leaving drool and saliva dripping from its chin as it bared its teeth to the uninvited visitors.

More sounds of water splashing came as different kinds of footwear stepped on puddles. There were about three or four, the creature could tell, as it counted the number of steps taken at a time. It exhaled the same heavy breath as before, but a little louder now, excitement getting the better of it. It hadn’t eaten in almost four days and hunger was all that it could decipher from the world.


Asher took a deep breath in, then let it all out. He repeated this exercise until he was sure he was calm. His nerves never usually got the better of him, but as he read the newspaper, his eyes wandering left to right, following the words, Asher felt a little part inside of him jumping and screaming with excitement. It was rare that he ever lost his composure, so he didn’t know what to do at first. But the classic breathing exercise surely worked.

He laid the newspaper down gently after reading and rereading it twice. The headlines were written in big bold letters, the article that made Asher jump being on the front page. The story that everyone read and possessed almost everyone; the mystery of the disappearances in the castle.

It had been going on for a while now. Especially people from different countries; tourists and visitors. They all came to England from all over the world, curious and intrigued by the mystery of the castle. Some thought arrogantly how they were intelligent enough to solve it or had enough endurance and strength to check it out without disappearing themselves. Of course these were only their own thoughts. Anyone who’d dared to go in the castle had all went missing. It was said, after all, that no one could come back.

Asher glanced at the article once more then looked away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He knew that it would be a stupid idea to go in and explore the hollow abandoned structures of one of the biggest architectures in Europe, but he felt so drawn to building.

Just forget about it, he kept thinking, Forget it all. But the problem was that he couldn’t. He didn’t know why or what it was, but it was as if the castle had possessed him as well.

Maybe tomorrow, he thought. He’d take a closer look, but he wouldn’t go in. Just a look and maybe it would be enough to make him get over it. He wanted to believe that idea, but doubt filled his head.

Tomorrow would be his eighteenth birthday. Not usually would he willingly celebrate his birthdays unless his foster parents would insist on it, but luckily for him, a phone call had been made requesting their presence at a different city.

It wasn’t that Asher hated his foster parents or even disliked them. The boy was just never accustomed to too much attention and whenever times like birthdays came, it seemed as if he was bothering them to do so many unnecessary things that he’d preferred not to have done.

Sounds like a song

Your eyes
Your face
Why did you waste
Your time
Your life
You don't know what's right
Good deeds
And bad
Don't you look sad
To catch
The wrong fate
And now it's too late

***Sort of trying to write for my other 'You should've...' poem, and this one turned out, so it pretty much has the same idea. It sounds like a song~

Story Idea

A man is married to a woman
The man dies
The woman gets remarried and has kids
The man comes back from the dead
He thinks he's still alive
He comes back to his wife
He meets the children and thinks it's his
He meets the other man and gets angry
He then realizes that the kids aren't his
He 'haunts' the family with rage, trying to kill them all
He manages to kill the other man and children
He tries talking to the mourning wife
But she can't hear him and he gets angry, trying to kill her
But she's so depressed that she kills herself
The man never realizes that he's dead and 'lives' depressingly...forever!

...or something like that...

TGIF...

Something useful when writing:

http://www.deepgenre.com/wordpress/craft/stupid-writer-tricks-3/

So now I'm trying to write a short story and I'm a little bit nervous. When it comes to writing poetry, it just seems to come naturally to me and the job is almost effortless. Short stories, however, are a little more difficult for myself. Words are nice, but I find the task of connecting them with logic and proper sentences as well as having to make sense of them, a challenge. Every time I've tried to write a story, I've always gotten stuck somewhere along the line, but then again, what writer doesn't? This time, I will try my hardest to attempt a complete and entertaining short story that hopefully a reader may enjoy.

Storyline: An inhumane cannibal is living in a maze deep inside an abandoned castle of England, where tourists and other people come to find the mystery of those who went missing in there, only to be trapped souls, as well, and eaten by the cannibal himself. A boy, young and smart, is drawn to the castle and is intrigued by the mystery that later unfolds before him as he enters the castle, himself, and explores the depth of the maze to meet the fiend who is guilty of the crimes.

I suppose I shouldn't put down all of what happens, or else I'll just give away my whole story right there. Well, basically, what I'm going to try to do is to just write it as a 'short' story, not the long ones that I usually strive for because I usually end up giving up on those. And I will do whatever I can to keep myself writing and to not get the story of track of what should really happen. I pretty much have all I need except for the tiny little details that I'm not too worried about. Well, thanks for tuning in. =]

When hunger strikes

Whispers, hums, haunted slums;
Ghostly figures leaving a trail of crumbs
Of bones and blood and hair and nails
And little snails to be swallowed down later.
Desert comes first, always the children,
The young and the weak
Are the ones they'll seek.
After comes a meal; Proper and satisfying.
Humans, animals, anything to sink teeth into;
There is no limit when it comes to something to chew
Whether it be a kangaroo or even a canoe
Because when stomachs are growling
The creatures turn vicious,
The sky turn to darkness,
Eyes search desperately for something delicious,
And, hungrily, tongues hang down from mouths
Until something is spotted and hastily consumed
Then lips are splattered with red and drool.
Those silly things can be so cruel!

No one cares

Call me apathy
Cause that's my specialty
I don't care
And you don't care
And we won't care
When we get there

Well, we're all here
With our own ears
But we can't hear
When the world is beating a pounding heart
Cause no one cares
And no one dares
And no one likes to be the one that shares

Call me apathy
Cause that's my specialty
I don't care
And you don't care
Well, no one cares
Now, how's that fair?

Open Eyes

Open eyes
I wake to your smile
My dreams of you won’t fade
Along those gray dark days

Merry gaze
Still follows me today
Please don’t forget me babe
You’re my one and only fate

My one real true soul mate

[Chorus:]
Through water and land
Alone I could stand
But together with you
Stronger I grew
More than I wanted to be
More than our eyes could see

Open eyes
I lie by your side
Surrounded by warmth
And I know there is no harm

Happy daze
We’re blinded by love
But we know what we have
And we won’t resist this spell

‘Cause we’re inseparable

[Bridge:]
Forever we’ll be
Together you’ll see
We’re destiny

[Chorus]

Through water and land
Through water and land


***A love song...yeaaa grossss...>.>

Through the door

He came rushing through the door that I thought I had locked, my spare keys in his hand, and I looked at him with a brow raised. "What's up?"

He was panting hard, breathing in, then out, then in, then out, and finally one huge sigh. "You'll never believe what just happened!" He exclaimed. I looked at him with a blank stare to show my apathy. My lips twitched as they usually did when I kept my face still.

He let out an exhausted sounding laugh, and continued, "The chief of the fire department down the street has got himself a new girlfriend!!!"

I rolled my eyes with my most dramatic wave of the hand. "Leave me alone, Gary," I said, "I don't have time for useless things like that."

The expression on Gary's face suddenly turned from excitement to something that looked like he just got slapped across the cheek. Hard...

He nodded quietly and whispered an apology, turning around, shoulders slumped, and dragging his legs in front of him to leave and still managing to shut the door behind him. I heard the click of it being locked and I relaxed against the cushions of my couch.

The room was empty once again, the way it was before Gary had come in. And yet, I felt the air around me to be different. He'd changed the atmosphere in less than two minutes and it frustrated me to know that more of it was my fault than his.

"Fine," I mumbled to myself, "I'll apologize, too..." I hated when things like this happened, but it couldn't be helped.

I got up from the couch that I had, in only seconds ago, been sleeping on, and slipped into my shoes. Before I did anything else, I wave of drowsiness swept over me and I had to stand against the wall to prevent my fall. "Geez...I shouldn't have gotten up so fast."

As I was waiting for the room to stop spinning, I heard the doorbell ring aloud throughout my house. "Who could that be?" I asked myself. "Ha! Maybe it's Gary again." But I knew I was wrong because once you told Gary to leave, he wouldn't show his sorry face again until he knew it was okay. And if it really was him, he would just go on ahead and use my spare keys again. Gary never used doorbells.

I took a step forward and felt something in my right shoe. "Huh?"

I looked down at my feet and back up at the sound of another doorbell. I hesitated for a while and finally concluded on making my way to the door first. Whatever was in my shoe could wait; the one that was repeatedly ringing my doorbell and now knocking loud on the door could not.

Why did they have to knock so loud anyways? I felt the urgency through the sound of their banging. "Who is it!?" I yelled behind the door and waited for an answer. There was a moment of hesitation and then-

"I'd like to use your bathroom please!"

That's weird, I thought. It seemed peculiar and very suspicious. The voice seemed unfamiliar and I guessed it to be some random druggie looking for a place to ruin. "Sorry, but not here!" I yelled in response.

"OPEN THIS FREAKING DOOR OR WE'LL FORCE IT DOWN!" He screamed, hysteric in his tone.

What? What's going on? I felt my heart pulsating faster and faster in my chest as I backed away from the door. Who's 'we?' I thought.

All Fun And Games

My toes are freezing and I can feel the air around me, so cold as if death has come for a visit. I smile, my head twisting round and round. The image in my head makes me laugh and I can't stop giggling at the absurdity of the unrealistic action of insanity.

"Shh!" My sister furrows her brow. She's focused and frustrated at the books and documents laid out in front of her. She's studying hard, but I don't think she's studying hard enough. Distractions are not a good thing for her, but that is something I care not for. Whatever she's having troubles with is her problem and not mine.

I let out a breath. I can see the cloud of icy air that takes form as I exhale. I smile at this, too. I hate the cold, but the smallest things can easily amuse me.

A look over at my older sister once again and her hand scribbles so furiously on one of her notebooks, moving left to right and down one line, repeating the process hastily over and over again.

I slowly and quietly tip toe over to her and peer over her shoulder, getting a glimpse of some of the unreadable words. Numbers I think i see, but can't be too sure of. My eyes graze over the back of her exposed neck because she has her hair up in a ponytail.

I bring myself closer until my nose is only inches away from her skin. I open my mouth and slowly, very slowly, and I smile suddenly blowing cold, frosted air towards her making her jump and scream. "KATHIIEEEEEEE!!!!"

I drop to the floor, laughing hysterically! The world is spinning and singing and joy oh joy! I can't hear anything else except for the sound of my own self, who by the way, sounds like some crazy crack addict gone nuts! Hahahahah!

The One That Got Away

***Writing prompt from http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/

Prompt #282: Write from the point of view of a virus about to infect an important document.


I can see it! At the end of the tunnel! It's sweet, shining light is calling for me. It wants me to come! It does! The light is the brightest I've ever seen and it teases me with all that it has. The numbers and letters don't make sense, but it doesn't matter because it never matters! There is no wall to secure it from me; no defense; nothing to keep me away!

I head faster towards my unprotected prey, and I can feel jolts of electricity passing by, as well as more numbers and codes that mean nothing to me. It's all a game, somewhat like capture the flag, and this flag I have already claimed.

My insides feel bubbly and I know it is because of my excitement and hunger. I have not had a purpose for quite a while, and now at this moment, I feel as if I once again have that life-fulfilling meaning.

I open my mouth, bits of infected data falling out and spreading through the tunnel. I bite into the light, and information swells inside my stomach. Oh! It's such a wonderful feeling! I consume the biggest numbers, the most urgent words, tables, and graphs, and so much more! It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet and I have been starving for long enough!

It isn't long until the hollow space, where the document is being kept, is lighting up with red alerts all around it. I only smile and laugh as I spit out more infectious data down onto the system where I was currently bathing in glory and strenth. Anything and everything that it or myself touches can slow everything down.

I continue to feast on the large document that strikes me so strange as to why it has no defense at all. Just by the taste of it, I can feel its massive importance. Does no one care at all or are humans just becoming more ignorant? Maybe they have this backed up? And if they do...I wonder hysterically where they could be hiding it. Now, I want more of this than just what I already have.

I can feel my greed becoming my actual existence and I have no care at all. HAHAHAH!

Alphabet Poem

***Writing prompt from http://www.writersdigest.com/WritingPrompts/

Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."

Please limit your response to 500 words or fewer.


Are there sweets and goods and smiles?
Be there treats to have worthwhile?
Can you see the orange sea?
Do you feel the need to be?

Every sunset has a song
For the ones that don't belong.
Greatful to the Gods above;
Happiness with my true love.

I am free as winds can howl
Just as hooting little owls
Keep the night under wing -
Lonely souls that sweetly sing.

My one and only does arise
Never blinking, no surprise.
Over hills and mountains - crash!
Pending doom; We turn to ash!

Quit the jokes, this is real!
Ropes and traps, even...banana peels?
So they've tried to catch us again.
Those silly theives; those foolish crooks!

Up and about, we'll leave again,
Voicing our dreams every now and then,
Waiting for water to part once more;
Xuthus will watch every single shore.

Yelling out life as we turn into dreams,
Zodiac signs are all I have seen.

I Am Sane

Yes! Hahahah! I'm sane! Of course I'm sane! Hahah! Are you kidding? Are you sane? I know I am! You don't think I am? I don't care what you think! I know what I think! And I think I am sane! You don't believe me? You should believe me! Believe my sanity! Hahah! My sanity is real! Are you?

Just A Moment

His face twisted and turned as blood sputtered out of his mouth, his taste buds filling with its irony, warm taste. The icy, cold metal blade swung once again and swiftly cut through his arm, forming a menacing silence and he gurgled a low moan that could have been the last thing he'd wanted to say.

***Oh blahh...~

This Monster

It hides inside me
But I don't push it away!
It makes and breaks me
And I can't seem to pray
To be okay
Just this one day...

Help me break this curse! I'll
stand free once I be me!
Help me escape this reality!
You'll learn I'm stronger than what you see!

It reaks of poison,
I'm just a victim,
It wants control,
I can't see anymore!
The light is fading,
I'm tired of waiting,
This monster's eating me,
And there's no way to flee...

"No one said it would be easy"

The February Winds

A blast of music came rushing through my ears as I sighed with a hum; my eyes closed and head tilting the side. I was all alone in the world or so that was how I felt, but nonetheless, the feeling gave me comfort as if I was in final peace.

A smile formed from my lips and I closed my eyes. The tune that flowed from my headphones filled me with such a soft sort of strength and I wished the complications of my life would untangle and smoothen itself into a beautiful sound such as this.

The rythm and the beat were so in sync to the beating of my own heart that I thought if the music stopped then so would I. But that didn't happen. The sound slowly faded away and I was still breathing; my heart still beating and I gave out another sigh.

My eyes blinked open. Pure silence now and nothing but that. Around me, I saw only darkness and the unclear, dulled future that lay ahead.

***I...don't really know...

It's Hell

That's right...I'm officially sick of poetry...

Along..

Along the edge
Catch my breath
The end of time
Again this rhyme
That can’t abide
By rules outside
My mind that waits
Along the gates
Of devil’s path
The evil’s wrath
Catches wind
To those who’ve sinned
Making noise
Distracting boys
Along the strands of beaten lies

Along the beach
So many reach
Deserted smiles
Through daunted miles
Of canny folks
All just jokes
To echo laughter
Along hereafter
With lost meaning
I’m intervening
No purpose greater
Than my creator
I’m stuck in between
The crosses unseen
Along the sandy silk soaked skies

Thus...

You're so much more than I thought you were
So much gore than I thought was there
It brings a smile to my face for no reason
Strange that is, I'm attracted to treason


Hahahahah...bored...so much poetry writing these days. I wonder how long I can keep going, and yet it still seems to be a lot easier for me than writing those damned short stories that I must complete eventually...

I'm running out of things to write, or rather, I'm pretty much only sticking to a certain series of topics. I'm not too sure if this is a good thing for myself? As a writer, should I not remove those limits that are binding me from the full extent of my imagination? Hmmm...probably hahahahah!

More writes later!

Sestina

Swirls of bright light shone in the sky
Where once I was there to tell myself a lie
The only truth of it is that I actually said goodbye
But that’s something not even my friends would buy
So the least I could do was my very best to try
The things in life I’d left out to die

Where I am, I cannot die
The sun that will set still lingers in the sky
So I can’t ignore the thoughts that try
To always make everything to me seem more like a lie
But what else am I supposed to do but buy
This idea of saying my last goodbye

I remember the day of that last goodbye
When my grandfather had left without a word to die
I went out to the store, knowing not what to buy
So I looked up to see the clouds in the sky
Where puffs of white fluff looked down at my lie
And I felt shame in my heart because I knew I didn’t try

I didn’t know why I lost my will to try
Or why I was ready for that sorrowful goodbye
Maybe I’m still holding on to a lie
Or maybe I myself am ready to die
So I’ll look up to my grandfather in the sky
And whatever he tells me, I’ll probably buy

In grandfather’s shop that he left me, people buy
With a smile, but no matter how hard I try
I just can’t keep my head from the clouds that sleep in the sky



***Another attempt at a sestina (MAJOR FAILURE!!! Dx)

I Say Goodbye

I say goodbye to rain
The acid of Earth
Where the skies are gray
And we're left without worth

I say goodbye to pain
The thorn in us all
Where we bleed to the world
Our sorrows that grow



***I can't think of aaanything...

The Race

Yeaa~
You can't start
The race
You can't dart
Away
There's so many things I want
To say

So I
I chase after all those days
Making me ashamed
Of always
Avoiding your sweet gaze

No, I'm
Afraid
To lose you in
This race
All my tries
To save
What was there
Can't just be
All a big mistake

So I,
I chase after all those days
Making me ashamed of always
Avoiding your sweet gaze

No, I can't leave this town
I won't let you down
I'll have you as mine
Soon when it's time!

So please,
Please don't start the race
Please don't run away
I want you as mine!

So I,
I chase after all those days
Making me ashamed of always
Avoiding your sweet gaze

I'm so ashamed of always
Avoiding your sweet gaze...


***Yet another song!

Playground

Merry mount
Cherry mount
All around
The round a bout

Who can count
The amount
That we have found
On the ground?

Hear us pound
Over bound
And surround
Around the mound

Go without
Any doubt
Nor a pout
And be a scout

Be as loud
As a crowd
You're allowed
To be so proud

Cast around
So profound
Is the sound
Of my playground

Winter's Smile Past

Could I help it if I was alone?
Could you not have approached me then?
When there was no one to keep you from me
When I’d be at the same place over again

[Chorus:]
I,
I wasn’t the one who left
Because you,
You were the one that disappeared
When I,
I couldn’t even walk properly
But you,
Were so many things entirely

But now we’re both so far apart
Left with our aching beating hearts
So fragile from the start
How did you ever bear to part?

Don’t,
Don’t you dare look back at me!
I don’t even want to see
The way your eyes shine
When met with both mine

Oh no,
No one could ever tell
What you were thinking when you fell
So in love
So in love with me

Can I help it if I’m not alone?
Can you really just watch me there?
With jealous eyes
That’s no surprise!

[Chorus x2]

You were so many things entirely

***Title has nothing to do with the song...?

Attempting A Sestina

Where once was the City of Nocturnal

A twist of fate rolled the red bloodied currents
The Earth took back with much given passion
Like a slap in the face, but the scars taste of chocolate
More and more, hunger grows awake and nocturnal
Only blowing away, escorted by the wind
Only a whisper is left, "Too bad."

The cold and the cruel, the good and the bad
A small, redeemful bird rising from the currents
Closing eyes, waking soul, taking flight, taking wind
Pondering thoughtfully, pleas for passion
Wandering lost in the City of Nocturnal
The sweet abyss of dark blood chocolate

A little sense of stark mud chocolate
Because even a little temptation isn't so bad
Just keep yourself awake; become the nocturnal
And keep from crashing into the currents
Hold your heart and hide the passion
Take forever the lost wind

Take what's left of all that wind
Turn it into sweet bliss chocolate
Make with all the world's passion
Have no regrets, it won't be bad
Avoid the charm given by currents
Hide not in the City of Nocturnal

T'was the man on the lands of Nocturnal
Who carried himself through violent wind
And flew out of cruel, unforgiving currents
He who landed in think, melted chocolate
Is the enemy who cannot be considered bad
Because it was him who gave the most passion

Or was it too much passion?
Now no one can sleep; we converted to be nocturnal
Forcing our existence into others. Could it be so bad?
How cold it gets at the start of night, like winter wind
How bitter the stars stare back, like dark chocolate
Yet the Earth pulls back with ocean's swift currents

The wind controls the currents
It's too bad for the passion
Hidden in the chocolate made by the Nocturnal

Stolen Colon

Colon.
Swollen.
Stolen.
Calling.
Falling.
Along.
The long.
Song.
Of doom.

***Totally random >_>

Keep In Mind

Did you forget that
I forget so easily?
Just remember to

Forgive me because
I remember to always
Love you forever;

Remember to keep
Me in your heart and hold me
When I have no one;

Remember to keep
Me by your side and share warmth
When I feel so cold;

Remember that I
Can’t forget who gave me life
When death gave me sleep...


***Me trying at haiku <3

Skipping

I've just seen a face
I can't forget
The time or place
Where we just met
-The Beatles

Skipping in the sands of time
Skipping in the land of mines
Skipping through destructive bases
Skipping all the boring pages
Can't forget the blurry pictures
Can't forget the tiresome lectures
Can't remember all those words
Just keep hearing tweedling birds
Hearing dings and dongs and bells
Hearing rings and wrongs of hell
Hearing waves of ocean's fury
Being judged by water's jury
Wish for things that don't exist
Wish for things I've so long missed
Wish with heart and love and care
Wish until I see it there
Skipping in the sands of time
Skipping in the land of mines
Skipping all along the shore
Skipping faster than before

He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
-The Beatles