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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
Dawn of the AngelI watched him descend from the sky
wings, pale as ivory.
The beauty in his form
a sight to behold.
I felt, not meant to see.
Yet, he stood there
in all of his glory;
a definite, masculine, form.
With a soft expression
he met my soul
his eyes, Heavely warm.
I could only look back
that such a creature, was here with me;
on this dawning day
I watched as the rays
touched his wings.
It was almost blinding.
When he spread his wings
it filled me with awe, and grace.
For what had happened this morn
was a miracle.
I'd looked an Angel
in the face!
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.
His clothes were torn, his face unclean, all wished he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Now define vermin."
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's Squirmin' Herman!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him has me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through.
Sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay.
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
When all the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
The standard answerAfter taking hard knocks
full of emotional pain
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off
and simply join lifes struggle again.
With hopes dashed demoraliszed
time and time to date.
In the aftermath on being asked "How are you now?"
You always answer "Me? I´m doing great!"
This is the standard answer
the one they want to hear.
They don´t want to hear your troubles
it fills them full of fear.
Fear for the future
and what might be in store
full of problems and hardship
maybe a whole lot more.
they ask politely but still just want to hear
"I´m fine thanks really."
Exactly what you said the day before.
by Suzanne karbach August 2014
TypingTurtleShe types the words slow.
Holding them close in her head,
She lets them all go.
The words just won't flow,
No matter how hard she tries.
Yet they echo in her head.
Like the broken up whispers,
That lie in her bed.
A past full of feelings, That bleed so strong.
A word from her head
could undo the wrongs.
..she opens her mouth
The earth starts to slow.
All light dims out,
Her eyes start to glow.
Everything is nothing
Just a glimpse, of future past.
But she can't keep up
Her dreams are just to vast.
A keystroke interrupts
So she types the words slow.
Guarding them in her head,
She lets them flow.
They just won't go
No Pain no GainYou know what they say; no pain no gain.
Benefit from that muscle strain.
Chase it, embrace it, part of the game;
Lift, rush, punch, work all the same.
“Fell down? Get up, and try again.
Oh you can do more, gimmie ‘nother ten!
Push up, pull down, curl and row,
Crank them out, look at you go!”
It’s been spoken to you; no pain no gain.
Challenge your body and your brain.
Minds trumps matter, so keep your matter in mind,
If it hurts too much, rest and unwind.
“Feel the burn, your limbs are on fire,
Let it fuel your strength, set the weight higher!
When your hot, keep your cool, pump ‘em out.
Focus on the reps, put aside all doubt.”
It can’t be said truer; no pain no gain.
But keep it in reason, don’t over-train.
It’s fun and games ‘till it goes too far,
Listen to your body when gripping that bar.
“Form before weight, keep in control,
Do too much it’s sloppy, it has its toll.
Know when to advance and when to rest
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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