Even the sound of the word has a zest to it.
A certain ring of appeal
Yet it echoes deep within my soul
Lingers like a spark in the never ending dark.
Something so intangible
But still able to creep its fingertips
Along your spine, instilling fright
And excitement with piercing accuracy
Sighs being deeper and unfulfilled
As you gasp for air but you feel
As if something is constricting
Your sides and compressing you
Air crisp and cold slight breeze
Stamped snow littered the ground
More earth brown than ice white
New life reaches to the sun
Quiet satisfaction and deep sighs
Cars sweep by like unseen ghosts
Only known by the broken air
Numb nose and frozen fingertips
Visible clouds of breath
Tahoe I have returned
When the rumbling finally stopped, Brighton was able to get up from his protective cocoon. The remaining townspeople had warned him weeks ago that this was no place to live, but he stubbornly stayed thinking that he could with a few shakes every now and then. They all shook their heads and left him in the settled dust and dirt. But a small girl ran back from her family and gave him a hug around his legs. Slightly shocked, he bent down to pick her up to return the favor.
"Mommy says that you are a fool. Mommy says I'm a fool too. We fools should stick together." She gave him another hug; Brighton was taken aback by the purity of the little gi
I cheer in the silence
And reflect in the noise.
I watch with my ears,
My eyes shut and seeing.
People move round me,
I only sense their shadows.
Imagining their conversations,
Creating their stories.
The cold wind my only companion
Faithfully sweeping past my hair.
This is me.
This is what I am.
I get it, I get it.
You want to show her the world.
The princess of your heart,
the diamond of the desert
You're lucky I'm a romantic
Otherwise you'd never get her.
Not that your charm didn't help,
but it was all me, all me.
Who else could show her those
Unbelievable sights and
indescribable feelings.
Maybe you, but mostly me.
I don't like the limelight
But a little recognition would be nice.
Then you go and thank the wrong person.
Who frees a genie anyways?
I'm happy for you both
Truly I am.
If it wasn't for you,
I'd still be stuck in that cave.
From one carpet to another,
Thanks for everything.
We both get stepped on,
Let our hearts be still.
Unbeating, unbreathing.
Tranquil silent,
Peaceful quiet.
Minds soften, melting
Transgressions,
Easing life's learned
Redeeming lessons.
Absorbent sighs
aloft with connectivity.
Tension broke,
re-awakened.
Gliding, walking,
Senses falling.
Taking it all in,
spirit lifted.
Hands clasped
at the final stage.
Closing the loop,
until the next day.
Someone always has it worse by daemyen, literature
Literature
Someone always has it worse
Someone always has it worse.
Sure, you locked your keys in the car,
you woke on the wrong side of the bed
and even your dog bit you.
Your hair is a mess,
you spilled coffee down your shirt.
Did anyone tell you?
About that toilet paper never mind.
You walked into a puddle,
and lost one of your shoes,
there's cat puke on your homework,
And you just sat in gum.
But look around you.
Everyone has their story
their very own "woe is me."
How are you different?
Do you know their travels,
the dreams that they fear,
The things that give them cold sweat
And chills down their back?
Someone always has it worse.
It's the little things,
That add insult to injury.
But when life hands you lemons
Think outside the box!
It's easier said than done,
I'm not lying through my teeth
It'll be a moving experience
It may leave you sadder but wiser.
Be cutting edge
As you play it by ear
The writing's on the wall
Beyond a shadow of doubt
It's not rocket science
Try not to beat a dead horse
Things are better late than never
And the buck stops here
So push the envelope
Just in the nick of time
It's easy as pie
So just bite the bullet
When the rumbling finally stopped, Brighton was able to get up from his protective cocoon. The remaining townspeople had warned him weeks ago that this was no place to live, but he stubbornly stayed thinking that he could with a few shakes every now and then. They all shook their heads and left him in the settled dust and dirt. But a small girl ran back from her family and gave him a hug around his legs. Slightly shocked, he bent down to pick her up to return the favor.
"Mommy says that you are a fool. Mommy says I'm a fool too. We fools should stick together." She gave him another hug; Brighton was taken aback by the purity of the little gi
I get it, I get it.
You want to show her the world.
The princess of your heart,
the diamond of the desert
You're lucky I'm a romantic
Otherwise you'd never get her.
Not that your charm didn't help,
but it was all me, all me.
Who else could show her those
Unbelievable sights and
indescribable feelings.
Maybe you, but mostly me.
I don't like the limelight
But a little recognition would be nice.
Then you go and thank the wrong person.
Who frees a genie anyways?
I'm happy for you both
Truly I am.
If it wasn't for you,
I'd still be stuck in that cave.
From one carpet to another,
Thanks for everything.
We both get stepped on,
Let our hearts be still.
Unbeating, unbreathing.
Tranquil silent,
Peaceful quiet.
Minds soften, melting
Transgressions,
Easing life's learned
Redeeming lessons.
Absorbent sighs
aloft with connectivity.
Tension broke,
re-awakened.
Gliding, walking,
Senses falling.
Taking it all in,
spirit lifted.
Hands clasped
at the final stage.
Closing the loop,
until the next day.
Someone always has it worse by daemyen, literature
Literature
Someone always has it worse
Someone always has it worse.
Sure, you locked your keys in the car,
you woke on the wrong side of the bed
and even your dog bit you.
Your hair is a mess,
you spilled coffee down your shirt.
Did anyone tell you?
About that toilet paper never mind.
You walked into a puddle,
and lost one of your shoes,
there's cat puke on your homework,
And you just sat in gum.
But look around you.
Everyone has their story
their very own "woe is me."
How are you different?
Do you know their travels,
the dreams that they fear,
The things that give them cold sweat
And chills down their back?
Someone always has it worse.
It's the little things,
That add insult to injury.
But when life hands you lemons
Think outside the box!
It's easier said than done,
I'm not lying through my teeth
It'll be a moving experience
It may leave you sadder but wiser.
Be cutting edge
As you play it by ear
The writing's on the wall
Beyond a shadow of doubt
It's not rocket science
Try not to beat a dead horse
Things are better late than never
And the buck stops here
So push the envelope
Just in the nick of time
It's easy as pie
So just bite the bullet
Huddled in the corner
Head down cast
Hugging his knees
Holes in his pants
Eyes welded shut
tears glued them
never seen the light
white blindness
ears perked by the sounds
voices coming close and disappearing
circling like vultures
never reaching the boy
hope that doesn't happen
comfort never given
the boy in soiled rags
alone to face the world
I was
The fat little boy in the Technicolor jacket
The bully who pushed other kids around
The monkey who climbed the pole during recess
The red rover that never got picked
The boy who played foursquare, and cheated
The bacon stealer who never brought it back
I am
The coffee drinker admiring his surroundings
The night swinger gazing at the moon in the park
The dog walker desperately trying to control the animal
The socialite always doing something
The window shopper standing at the door
The perfectionist when it comes to document formatting
I will be
The athlete to finish a half-marathon
The graduate tossing his cap into the ai
Monsters are real. I know it!
They just sit and lurk
around every corner and cranny
waiting for an unsuspecting child, but not me.
I'm prepared! With my towel cape,
trusty flashlight club, and red black yellow
robot claw with trigger handle, to grab them
before they grab me.
My batman utility belt jammed
with garlic for vampires, a balloon
filled with holy water, and my
tongue depressor cross with yellow finger-paint.
My Scrappy-Doo pajamas sniff
out the baddies and give me
"Ratatatata! Puppy Power!"
Not to mention they are super cool.
Swimming goggles cover my eyes
just in case I get squirted by acid
and red rubber gloves
This guy can do anything
you name it and it's a specialty.
Some want to call him Jack,
For all the said trades of his.
But no, he doesn't agree,
He is just a hired hand.
You never know what his job is
until you see him in action.
It boggles your mind
when you see him painting,
only for the next day
he is being painted on.
From holding babies
to leading a protest group.
getting into fights
because his failed magic tricks.
talking to anyone who notices
and then writing a story about it
This guy can do anything.
Whatever you can think of,
and it is just an idea waiting to happen.
He doesn't speak though
that is always a d
When the rumbling finally stopped, Brighton was able to get up from his protective cocoon. The remaining townspeople had warned him weeks ago that this was no place to live, but he stubbornly stayed thinking that he could with a few shakes every now and then. They all shook their heads and left him in the settled dust and dirt. But a small girl ran back from her family and gave him a hug around his legs. Slightly shocked, he bent down to pick her up to return the favor.
"Mommy says that you are a fool. Mommy says I'm a fool too. We fools should stick together." She gave him another hug; Brighton was taken aback by the purity of the little gi
Friday night. Everything always happens on Friday night. It's is so cliché that you wouldn't think anything about it. None of these thoughts to plan ahead, to make sure that everything you could do to prevent a horrific Friday night from happening. Just like Friday the 13th. You know it'll be a bad day, that historically Murphy's Law and Friday the 13th go hand in hand. So you make sure you jump over cracks, kick all black cats from crossing your path, avoid ladders at all costs, and meticulously go through fields and fields looking for a 4-leaf clover. If a rainbow so happens to appear, you chase it at a dead run hoping for something go
The doors slam as Coreena marches into the throne room. "Shannon! Shannon answer me! None of this trickery! Shannon!" she calls hysterically rushing throughout. Her long black dress whips around the deserted suits of armor standing guard, each to his own pillar. "Damn it where have you gone?"
Coreena reaches for her fan adorned with countless black raven feathers from behind her. She picks two longingly and kisses them with her black lips. "Huginn, Muninn. Come to your mistress." She then tosses the two feathers into the air. The feathers glow white and burst into two ravens. They both land on each of Coreena's bare white shoulders, Hu
Angels walk among us. At least that's what they tell us in legends. We don't see them, we don't hear them, we don't feel them, and we don't know who they are even if we did recognize them, till now. They call themselves the "Angel Callers." Angel Callers have the uncanny ability to sense and track angels. Every 100 years it is their duty to find angels remaining here on Earth to ensure all heavenly beings are present for the Rising.
The street is filled with people walking to and from work and their homes. No one talks, not even for an "excuse me" it's as if all humankind became robots programmed for just work. They all look like schools of
The Spirit of a Mother's Love by daemyen, literature
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The Spirit of a Mother's Love
Alice Kensington leans up out of her bed. She pushes the covers over to the side and sits on the edge using her feet to find her pale rose slippers she received on Christmas about five years ago. The slippers came with the nightgown she is wearing, same paleness, same worn tattered look. Scratching her head, in attempts to make her hair seem like it doesn't have a life on its own, Alice finally gets out of bed. She walks over to the small vanity table and chair, where her silk bathrobe is draped waiting for her. Taking the robe and twirling it around her, she walks over to her bedroom door, opens it and proceeds to walk downstairs. She can he
Landing gently on the tattered front steps of his three story home in Brooklyn, Mr. Lewis fumbles between holding his black briefcase in his left hand while cradling a bouquet of red roses intermingling with white baby's breath under his arm and reaching into his right pocket of his brown blazer jacket for his keys.
"Honey I'm home!" Mr. Lewis calls as he steps through the threshold of the door, barely managing to squeeze himself and his bounty of possessions. Dropping his briefcase alongside the spiraling stairwell, he expertly takes the bouquet behind him as he waits for his family to appear. In no time at all, three brown heads pop over t
Averie looks around her. Irritated she flutters almost iridescent wings, lifting her small body off the blood soaked ground. She kicks the earlobe angrily almost dislodging her balance in midair, causing her to get even more irritated. Well at least this one died upright, I had a huge problem with the last She grabs her knife and plunges it hilt deep into the corpse. Fueled with fairy magic it elongates inside the body and cuts through bones and other body matter like butter. Once she reaches the area of where she started she removes her knife. Once more she plunges again, but this time in the middle of the area she cut, and flaps back
NaNoWriMo teaser - Endangered by daemyen, literature
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NaNoWriMo teaser - Endangered
Kayle always wondered where the young ladies disappeared to. As she aged, year after year, the threshold of which the girls disappeared was approaching. Genevieve, her older sister disappeared this way. Kayle remembers asking her mother about her, but no one knew whom she was talking about. Not even her own mother. The day came when Kayle would find out. During the night, she'll never forget, the shrill screech, the burlap sack covering her face, and the intense cold wrapping itself around her. Now she knew where the girls have disappeared to, and now she is going to join them.
Derrick was always considered a strange fellow, but he was a good kid. Strange but a good kid. He was always one of those model children that ladies whisper amongst each other "That one his momma raised him right." He would open doors for everyone, even the smallest lap dog, and would stand silent and smiling till everyone passed though. He would always say please and thank you, bless you, you're welcome. Never out of forced programming but of thoughtful habituallity. He was always wearing a nice pressed collared shirt, tucked into his nice slacks, with of course a belt. A sweater would always be tied around his shoulders regardless of
The night is absolutely clear. The moon shines full and bright, casting shadows across everything. I can't help but look at it. Such a beautiful sight, especially on a night so clear, so quiet, so tranquil, so deadly
I got a call earlier that evening. Must have been around dusk when the sun was just falling behind the city. I was walking home from somewhere. It was a warm summer day, not too hot because of the breeze from the ocean side, and not too cold. I had on my trusty utility jacket, because it had pockets. Tons of pockets, and that's just one of the many reasons I choose this as my utility jacket. It is black military-esqu
The Spirit of a Mother's Love by daemyen, literature
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The Spirit of a Mother's Love
Alice Kensington leans up out of her bed. She pushes the covers over to the side and sits on the edge using her feet to find her pale rose slippers she received on Christmas about five years ago. The slippers came with the nightgown she is wearing, same paleness, same worn tattered look. Scratching her head, in attempts to make her hair seem like it doesn't have a life on its own, Alice finally gets out of bed. She walks over to the small vanity table and chair, where her silk bathrobe is draped waiting for her. Taking the robe and twirling it around her, she walks over to her bedroom door, opens it and proceeds to walk downstairs. She can he
Current Residence: California deviantWEAR sizing preference: S Favourite genre of music: www.last.fm/user/nytwing807 Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: iPhone 4G Favourite cartoon character: Shigure!
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What a rough first day. So like usual I hate when Nano starts because it's on Halloween. Granted we never really participate for Halloween because of the location of our house, which happens to site on three hills. I wouldn't walk up three hills to go to my house for candy, I don't think anyone would. Neither does the fact that if you do walk up the three hills to my house that you will be handsomely rewarded. Pfft. I do this everytime I pretend to jog. I don't get rewarded... Anyways. We usually bathe my house in shadows avoiding everything which is unfortunate for myself because I live on the side facing the street.
I usually plan to write
So all I gotta say is "ARG Holidays!" so much to do, and so many reasons to be poor.
However recouperating after Nanowrimo was good, I started to edit, proceeded to cry and stopped and wrote 28 words for that entire month. BUT! I have decided to dub January 2011 (next week) as my own personal JaNoFiMo (January Novel Finishing Month) and I will finish this novel. I'm stuck in the middle of it and everything I needed for it to happen has, I just need to do a wrapup basically and I can taste it.
Come February it will be FeNoEdMo (February Novel Editing Month) and that is when I will cry, writhe and collapse over trying to edit this and not tos
So I finally decided to do a wrap-up of NaNoWriMo 2010. I ended last month with 50005 at 1am 11/30/10.
"Was it everything I expected and more?"
-Whatever
The race for 50k had its surreal moments. I was 5 days short prior to the weekend before the big goal day. I was panicking for sure. I had alot of friends from facebook, yell at me and get me going. !Tanzchai (https://www.deviantart.com/tanzchai) was a big help too, by watching what i posted each day (if i posted) and catching some flaws I did for consistency. (READ her stuff!) a mini plug for her :D
I did want to give up at times, i was definatly overwhelmed the entire month trying to balance: work, friends, extra curr
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