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The Tiger and the BoarG'd eve'nin, all. Dey call me Tuji, an' dis 'un here be called Toko. He be walkin' wit' a bandaged leg, you mit'ave seen. Dis is how he got it. See, he be a black boar, obvi'sly, an' dat be rare out in Strangle T'orn, if ya didn' know. When mah fatha gave 'im ta me, Ah held him up, an' he grunt'd wit joy, an' Ah called him Toko. Nao, he mighta been a tineh lil' ting, but dat be okay, he gonna grow inta his name, I sayd.
So one day we be headin' off inta da jungle. Da sun was beatin' down wit' dat hot, bright light, enuff so dat da big wild raptas'd go an' find someplace else da be. Dat's just wut we be wantin', cuz we be lookin' fer wild rapta eggs. Why dem? Cuz dey be *good* eattin', mon.. An' da big'uns are bein' mighty fierce 'round dem nests, so da eggs--dey'd be good proof a us bein' wort'y a da names we had, an' da fine meal dey'd be makin'.
Enyway, lil' Toko be a sniffn' good o'er dere, an' I be a searchin' o'er here, an' Ah lift'd leaves outta da way an' found me a big ol' nest
brain chowder Stone cold steel did little to lighten the mood, nor did the callous glow cast by the florescent ceiling lights bolted and caged running down the hallway. The light seeped in through the transparent windows of thick bulletproof glass, bathing all it touched in a faint scarlet. They had discovered that metal bars just couldn't hold their lab rats.
Staring at her feet, but not really seeing them, hollow eyes gazed off into nothingness. Stiff arms gripped the edge of the cot-like bed, slim ankles crossed jadedly underneath. Shallow breath came as silenced gasps and sighs, quivering from either the gnawing sensation in her stomach and involuntarily soaking in latest events that further blemished her already scarred existence.
A silent tear fell from those empty eyes. It slid down her gaunt face, revealing a thin line of ashen skin that hadn't seen the light of day, felt the delicious warmth of the sun
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
Prayer of the Long VigilNow the bright old sun will end
This lovely night of ours
Drifting through the clouds above
Collecting all the stars
My darling, close your tired eyes
And dream your sacred dream
Soul within the verdant realm,
Your body safe with me
Our Mother Moon, your sleeping form
She watches night and day
Never alone, the Forest Lord
Walks with you all the way
Bear and Saber prowl the ground
The Owl and Crow above
Our blades are sharp, our land is strong
You need not fear, my love
The blinding light that marks the day
Reigns over all save when
The ever shining sun does set
And night is ours again
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