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Savory SacrificeBrown feathers fall, whipping
cracks escape surrounding trees
as heavy pants free from aching lungs.
Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.
Destination freedom, so feet
scuttle, scurrying from sounds
of slow following footsteps.
Closer, closer, never breaking pace.
Frantic flapping falls short, wings lay
lifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,
yet nearby creeping continues. Single step
taken before feathered body shocked still.
He stares into the eyes of another,
whose soulless slits clobbers heart
against his tender chest. Wings raised high
nearby sky close, containing endless blue,
but hot stones shoot, paralyzing
muscles. Heart explodes, red pours
and stains autumn scented leaves. The scurrying
stops, heartbeat no more and rustling forest falls silent.
Miles BetweenSun rises again, miles between us remain unchanged
like rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.
How many days must pass until I see his face again and grasp
no longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Left
to clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brush
against his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remain
distant as memories of smoldering eyes. A sliced
and split photograph cannot compare so I will wait
for the day until I can see his face again and kiss
those sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.
They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugar
into the morning and rising sun where miles have changed
as our bodies curled underneath cotton sheets,
twisted and turned, conforming to our tender
entwine. How many days must pass until I wake up
to beaming bright lights through glass, sun
warming cheeks. Eyes flutter open, gazing at curled
hair, angelic expression and misty eyes. Sun rose, miles
between us faded, and the day I can his fac
Once MoreSoft satin caresses, sweet lips touch,
sending heat down my spine. Fingers
intertwine, brushing mouth, cheeks,
hair, leaving nothing behind. Desire
controls, your lust craving more,
hiding the picture. Moving lips
show mind’s hunger, representing
wavering ways. Sick of twisted motives,
such childish play, now say her name
once more, rekindling blazing flames.
Red drops of passion puddle upon floor,
draining white fingertips damp, speak
once more. Deepen fresh wounds
with twisted smiles. Say her name
once more, I dare to hear such sounds.
If not, hold your tongue, your eternal
peace, and never move those lips from mine.
Black VinesNear vibrant flowers, emerald vines
curl and crawl across covered meadows.
They embrace, black vines dancing
upon skin. Glorious body art.
Dark ink curls, blossoming first
flowers, flourishing sweet summer.
Yet tips bare brown fruit, withered
wrinkled skin as amber sheds life.
Ink fades grey, dancing patterns cease
as vines drop last fruit into fresh snow.
Resolutions"Camila, open your door, now."
The pounding shook my door against its frame and knocked the pencil out of my hands. I tried to pick it up off my desk but moved too fast,
knocking papers and pencils to the floor. I reached for my supplies when another shout hit my ears.
"Camila, I'm not going to repeat myself."
I grumbled under my breath, saying words I knew I couldn't repeat in a few seconds. I rushed off my seat and over to my closed door. The
pounding never died, leaving my ears throbbing. I covered my ear with one hand and opened my bedroom door with the other to see my mom glowering.
She stood over me, eyes boring into my own. Her lips mashed into a scowl. "You have been ignoring me for the last ten minutes. What are you doing here?"
I swallowed a large lump down my throat. "I-I-I was just-"
A gasp flew past her lips, interrupting me. She shoved past me and entered my room, eyes wide. I knew we were both staring at the same
thing: dozens of sticky notes against my walls.
UmbrellaRain poured from the grey clouds, drenching the brown soil. I watched the weather from the inside of my apartment, watching every drop as it hit the ground.
However, that wasn't the only thing that captured my eyes. Standing at the bus stop was a young man, looking in his twenties. He stood tall against the storm, holding a mere umbrella.
How it help up for this long was beyond me. The wind blew it inside out, leaving the man soaked. He had no reason to hold onto it anymore, yet his fingers wouldn't let go of the handle. He stood as a statue, waiting for the bus.
The rain kept falling.
OpenDark dingy dungeon, alive
with desire. Chains dig
into wrists, seeping
every last drop.
Eyes missing day light,
longing warm love against
Key resting on wooden table
top. Long ago did it call,
The Rain GamePitter-patter is their laughter
Playing hopscotch on my house
While some play hide and seek
To my window, they scatter
In their desperate desire to ditch the scene
Collide with the others on the team
Hide in the nooks and crannies
And linger til dawn -
When the sun finds them
Illuminates, exposes them
Little rascals -
Not one left hidden
They heavy-heartedly leave their hiding spots
They won't be idle for very long
For inside of every raindrop
Are molecules of playful exuberance stirring
Tag - you’re it!
They skadaddle to the sky
And congregate in clouds
Until the next round
When they get too crowded, cramped, caged-in
and plunge towards the ground
I crave you, but you don't careI crave you
but you don’t care
You don’t see me in your periphery
You don’t see me anywhere
When you close your eyes,
In your dreams
Or in your life
You don’t want what I can offer
You don’t care that I …
You don’t care
Oh what a twisted twisted feeling
Craving you gives no meaning
To my life, ‘cause this desire
Won’t burn by ignition
Won’t turn to ashes in the fire
Won’t freeze although I freeze you out
Won’t let go, against all reason
If I knew this was what I signed up for
I would have left the door shut
I’m too smart, to great to let
Myself be in this position
I refuse to but I keep wishing
You would care
Why don’t you care?
TMNF Commercial 3ÿþTMNF Commercial 3
by Eugene Tan
Choir:Teenage Magic Ninja Frostbites,Heroes in the half shell.
Choir boy:They have the Ninja Arts,By the Master of Ice.And now these 4 white Boys are Really Kick the Bad Guys.
Eugene:Sprinter the Ice boy,Leader of the frostbites and Taught them each of the ninja arts.
Dumakallo,Master of the staff.
Dumakalloswings the evil robots with his bo)FOUR!!
Eugene:Leramambo,the Katana Prince
Rappoloon't try this at home Kids!!!
Eugene:And Mikorambala,the Nunchakus!!
Mikorambala:Radical!!And masters of the whirlling Pizza.
Eugene:Now they must face the villains of singapore.
The Scissors,Leader of the Scissors Clan and Sworn Enemy of the frostbites.
Scissorsfights with Sprinter) IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE SO EVIL!!!
Eugene:With his henchman,the Scissors Soldiers.And the Mutants Beebop and Stripemotor.
Stripemotor:What are we going to do with them?
Scissors:Make them into ICE CREAM!!!
Choir:Heroes in the hal
Cookieplease take note
i have taken your cookie
from your jar
you believed me
the person to my right
who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Did you wish upon a star?
Did you wish upon a star
So you could fly so very far
Did Peter Pan offer you his hand
And you flew of to Never Land
Did you fly towards the second star to the right
And straight on till midnight
Did you meet Captain Hook
The pirate crook
Did you see Tinker Bell
The one who allowed you to fly with a spell
Did you see the crocodile
Who's smile is so vile
Did you wish upon a star
So you could fly so very far
Birthstones + Zodiac!Birthstones:
March: Aquamarine & Bloodstone
June: Pearl (Moonstone or Alexandrite works to)
August: Onyx (Peridot & Sardonyx work to)
October: Opal (Tourmaline works to)
November: Topaz (Citrine works to)
December: Turquoise (Tanzanite and Zircon work to)
Mouse: Born 2008, 1996, 1984, 1972, 1960, 1948, 1936, 1924, 1912
Ox: Born 2009, 1997, 1985, 1973, 1961, 1949, 1937, 1925, 1913
Tiger: Born 1998, 1986, 1974, 1962, 1950, 1938, 1926, 1914
Rabbit: Born 1999, 1987, 1975, 1963, 1951, 1939, 1927, 1915
Dragon: Born 2000, 1988, 1976, 1964, 1952, 1940, 1928, 1916
Snake: Born 2001, 1989, 1977, 1965, 1953, 1941, 1929, 1917
Horse: Born 2002, 1990, 1978, 1966, 1954, 1942, 1930, 1918, 1906
Sheep: Born 2003, 1991, 1979, 1967, 1955, 1943, 1931, 1919, 1907
Monkey: Born 2004, 1992, 1980, 1968, 1956, 1944, 1932, 1920, 1908
Rooster: Born 2005, 1981, 1969, 1957, 1945,
Touch meI want you to touch me
I want to feel the heated passion when our lips gently touch.
I want to look into the eyes I love so much
I want you to touch me
I want to follow your assertive command
When you pull me in close
And were nose to nose
Then I want you to touch me
I want to feel your warm hand on my cheek.
As we slowly close out tired eyes
Worn and weary from the hurt and lies
But when you touch me
Everything wrong suddenly disappeares
And I'm left complete, with you right here
And I softly touch you
And bury my face in your chest
you just hold me
And put all my doubts to rest
And I slowly touch you
As you you hold my hand
Why you love me
I'll never quite understand
But when you touch me
Nothing else really matters
No walls around us
Our guard is shattered
And were left right here
Vulnerable but safe
With the days swiftly ending
The hours grow late
But time stands still
In the world that we live
More time to love
And more love to give.
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