I love you

I want to tell you about the sky, so stormy
My
From right under the foxglove
Love
Because right now, I'm at a standstill
Still
Right now, you need to know, therefore
For
I need to be "bayou"
You

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Can't stop me

You can never stop me
You can try
For you'll never see
What is right in front of you
Rain will fall from the sky like tears
You can never stop me
I will evade you in every attempt
Hide in every corner,
For you'll never see
From what I hear, you've been looking
High and low, low and high
You can never stop me
Try as hard as you possibly can
For you'll never find me
Maybe if you wish on a little star
I'll take pity on you, but
You can never stop me
For you'll never find me

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No Hope for You

There is no prince for you

No one will ever care 

Give up, you know it's true

Down to the last flower of rue
From the running nightmare
There is no prince for you

Crying, there are so few
Darkness only come from there
Give up, you know it's true

And there out of the blue
From the fire's darkened flares
There is no prince for you

Light morn, light drops of dew
Still you pray a sweet prayer
Give up, you know it's true

And in the shadows view
You can feel the fierce air
There is no prince for you
Give up, you know it's true

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A Poem

Clear, sparkling

Rolling onto the pebbles

White foam circling

Pushing and  Pulling

Every direction, flowing
Rough waves churn

A storm is coming
Darkness approaching
Fast, furious

Sadness, pain, horror
Laughter and happiness
Gone forever
Winds blowing to and fro
Anger fills you, breaking you

A far stranded ship
Off the shore of distant lands
Slowly the sky clears
Sunshine peering through
Hope and peace take hold now

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Writing stories....

So my friends wanted me to write flash fiction. So I asked them to give me genres they said creepy and romance. Then I asked for a word, they said a shirt. This is the story that came out of that little experience. Enjoy:) 

Auburn’s P.O.V.

            You watch as the last rays of sunlight fade from view. He walked into the room, humming softly. You smile form the shadows waiting for him to notice you standing there. Evidently, he did see you; he begins to take his shirt off. You blush liking the way his muscles rippled. It was time; you sashayed towards him, licking your lips. Slowly you draw the hidden Khukuri[1]. He turns, seeing you there – smiles. Love or something shining through his eyes. You falter wondering if you really had to do it. Did you really want to save her? ‘No’ you think. ‘I have to… I must save her. I must.’

Alek’s P.O.V.

            You walk into your room hoping she was there. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her as the last rays of sunlight disappear. Waiting for you in the shadows as she always was. Humming the assassin’s tune softly, you turn away smirking. You take your shirt off, purposely flexing showing off them muscles for her. You wait for her to come to you, once you hear the unsheathing. You turn to turn to her, smiling hoping your eyes showed your amusement. She falters, but what seemed like an internal argument she starts again. You sigh such a waste of life, you reach for her hands. Pull her close, NEEDING to hold her close one more time. Your hands cup her cheeks as you whisper a last ‘Goodbye’.

Ending # 1

            You reach for him knowing you have to do this for your sister. You have to save her.

“I’m so sorry, Alek” You sob as you thrust the evil thing into him. He gasps; his beautiful face contorts in pain.

“I know dear one, do it for her.” He hugs you, just as he falls to the ground. Taking you with him. His blood begins to pool as you fight your way out of his last grip. You drop the khukuri, guilt and regret waging a war inside you. It was for her, it was always for her!

Ending # 2

            She looks up in confusion and fear. You drop your façade as you tighten your hands on her neck, her eyes widen. She begins to thrash, swinging her khukuri widely. ‘Wait! Where did she get that? …… No! It couldn’t be?’ Squeezing harder, she starts to go limp. Too late her khukuri falls out of her hand. Fear grips you, ‘no! But how could you have known? Idiot!’

“No, pleas Auburn I didn’t know! Stay with me!” You berate yourself, you watch as the life flies out of her now blank crystal blue eyes.

Ending # 3

            Auburn pulled Alek closer.

“I have to do this” she mouths, her knife already inching towards his middle.

“As I have to do this” he replies as he tightens is grip on her neck,

“Do this together?” hope glistening in her crystal eyes. Alek nodded. Pain filling them both at the prospects of their death. She stabs the knife in and twists making him gasp. She pulls it back out, dropping it. Alek took a breath before it became too hard for him, broke her neck. She was gone. Alek catches her before she falls. As he grows weak for the blood loss, he lays still. Holding Auburn close, a last lover’s embrace.

Ending # 4

            Alek suddenly released his hands around her neck. She looked up anger taking hold, in those deep blues.

“Why’d you stop? I want to die! I’d take that instead of the other option” She screamed. He wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth.

“Auburn, Please think. I won’t do this. We will find another way.”

“You were supposed to help me, please! Do it, say it was an accident, please save her!” She pounded on his chest, yelling for him to let her die, and to save her sister. Alek held her till she stopped crying, even till the sun came up.

“I will never leave you” he whispered into her hair.

Ending # 5 (Rhys’s P.O.V.)

            Hearing nothing from Alek’s room, you go and investigate. Opening the door as quietly as possible, you see Alek holding your sister’s cheek and her holding a knife at his middle? ‘What the…’ Closing the door you turn starting to turn away. You stop, shake your head, and turn back to the door again. ‘Nah they’ll be fine, it’s just some scene their doing, but what if?’ You pace in front of his door. ‘Fine!’ You open the door, making sure it creaked.

“Hey, guys? Have you seen my….. Whoa! What are you doing with my sister?” You poke your head into the room. Both Alek and Auburn stop and look at you shock clear in their eyes.

“Rhys!’ Sis! Get out!” Both yell at you as Alek pushes you out the door. You shake your head and grin.

“Actors” you say.

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[1] A Wickedly Curved Knife used by the Gurkhas 

Locked

For some reason I love to fall asleep in the car, there is just one problem. My parent always forgets about me in the car. Why do I always do this? Usually, I can get out of the car just fine, it’s not like they lock me in. Well, one day they forced me to go to Walmart with them. So I told them that if I fell asleep to just leave me in there, even though I knew they would do so without me telling them to do it. Of course, I fell asleep, when I woke up I figured might as well go out to find them. I reached for the door and tried the handle. It didn’t budge, they had child-locked me in. Ah…… right? Well just go through the front doors. Sadly I did not think of that. Imagine me, now me scrambling around trying to find a way out of my deathly prison. Anyways, to say the least, I freaked out, the only thing that was going through my head was. “What if they never come back? What if I die in here?” I was-am a dramatic child. This actually happened the last year or so. I don’t know why my parents decided to put child-lock on me, but they did. It was terrifying. By the time my parent finally came back, I had my face smashed up against the window, trying to get some fresh, cool air. It is the family joke, me being stupid and not realizing that I could get out of the car. Now I guess I’m scared of my parents leaving me somewhere, but everyone has fears right? I mean there is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia fear of long words. How do you even say that? Pediophobia is the fear of dolls, that's a fairly common one I think I have that. The doll’s eye watching your every move. Do you think that Cinderella had Novercaphobia, fear of stepmothers? It would be horrible to have Philophobia, not being able to love someone? Just think of all those days eating “Ben and Jerry's”. Imagine, really just imagine.


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Families .............

People fall-in-love, get married and have kids. Well, each family has its own initiation, right? My families are downright scary, you might think that yours is bad, wait till you hear about ours. I was having a conversation with my cousin the other day and we had been talking about my other cousin. (I have a lot of cousins). She’s gonna have a baby soon, a boy. At that topic, it reminded me when my family first met her husband, Matt. Before I launch into my story, please note that I took no part in this, I was only a spectator. Someone in my family decided that we should all play some games, me being me was smart enough to not play. Matt, however, did not follow my example, I did try to warn him, but did he listen? Nope. He played dangerous games. It was like Hunger Games all over again, except Matt was Peta and my family was the careers. It was brutal, to say the least. Now you all probably think that he just beat him at the game. Well, it was more than that, let me explain. I don’t even know what the game was called all I know was a guessing numbers game. The people playing had a fist on their forehead the other people had to guess the right number, otherwise the person who guessed wrong would get hit a lot. Let's just say that Matt isn’t good at guessing random numbers. He was pounded, it wasn’t exactly the prettiest scene to watch. Now after that one experience none of the rest family wants to bring someone home. When my cousin got picked up for a dance, he tried to shield his date. He was not successful, the family still was able to see her. Good thing, no one actually wanted to harm her. She was lucky. Anyways I was having this conversation earlier with the same cousin that the to the dance. I and he had a really interesting conversation about this. I’ll tell you that my mom can NOT keep a secret for the life of her. So if and when I bring someone home, I will try to not tell my mom. We discussed the importance of keeping it a secret because if the family knew someone new was coming, it would be a disaster. I would tell my dad and my cousin because they are somewhat trustworthy. Tell my mom it was a special occasion, not really telling her why. So it would still be a nice dinner, then one of my many uncles or aunts would happen upon the secret and spread the word. No matter how many of these different solutions we came up with it would always fail. You know how the villain always loses? That's how I felt discussing this terrifying topic with my cousin. I felt like the villain cause I will never win the battle with my mother! Either my cousin would betray me, or a relative would find out or my dad would let it slip. It always ends up with my mother winning. No matter what I think of it will not work, I hate our family initiation. By the end of that conversation though, we were laughing so hard that I had begun crying.


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A really, really mean poem.

You call me beautiful, is that all you care about?

You say I’m intelligent, but you don’t really care

Why should you? Infuriating. It’s more than I can bare

You give me compliments that don’t really turn out

Somehow I don’t see how seeing me makes you doubt

After all, you are walking on a thin line, on air

You write to me, waiting forever like a giant panda bear

For the right road, you might just want to reroute  

Now carefully, harmlessly vow courtesy and how

Ever now endeavor to bow, be clever

With such a line, myth touches the love pine

Beauty is much adored, duty explored nonesuch

However willing never fulfilling whomsoever filling

Whatever needs reminding, a favor bleeds whining.

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My friends

I needed to make another list so I made a list 'bout me friends.

I love my friends because......

1. The fact that we geek out about the most sophisticated of things, Jane Austen and Murder Mystery shows
2. Cause ...... (there are six, an inside joke)
3. That our personalities range from super kind, ditsy, too scary, violent and then down write idiot. guess which one I am
4. Each of us are crazy 'bout something, it could be murder, sports or romance/vampires.
5.  We are all readers, we read too much if I do say so myself

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Defining Moments :)

1. When I lost my mother's necklace and then falling into a hole
2. When my mom took me to the library for reading lessons, cause I used to hate reading
3. When my 6th grade teacher let me stay in from recces to organize her little library
4. Moving to Utah
5. Actually getting friends
6. Moving into my local ward
7. Getting into Maeser
8. Falling off my bike too many times...

Things I have on night stand

1. Leven Thumps audio books
2. Chinese tapes
3. A lot of tapes
4. Lots of CDs
5. Glasses cleaner
6. Two pictures of me and my mom
7. A dolphin candle holder
8. Scrap booking stuff that I don't use
9. Many copies For the Strength of Youths
10. A lot of black binders
11. General Conferences audios thingies
12. My clock
13. Cups full of pens and pencils
14. My lamp
15. A stuffed animal needing surgery
16. A temple quote
17. A "cup" full of pencil's shavings
18. Drawings given to me
19. Essential oil bottle of focusing
20. Old notebooks
21. Scriptures
22. Old and worn bookmarks

10 Things I'm afraid of

1. Being left somewhere 
2. Getting kidnapped then I come back and no one remembers me
3. Being swept away by the ocean 
4. The dark
5. I absolutely hate it when my knee cracks, it just creeps me out
6. I don't like seeing any one's cut, or hearing it being described
7. I hate the sight of blood
8. I don't like dogs of any kind
9. I hate it when my food is squishy, like a mushroom
10. Being outside in the dark, with the cool wind outside
11. Toothpicks, ugh I HATE toothpicks

A List of Lists

1. Weird Quirks
2. Fight Songs
3. Flowers
4. Flower Meanings
5. Books I love 
6. Foods that We Crave Right Now
7. Things that matter
8. Things I Hate
9. Birds
10. Colours
11. Places to Be
12. Favorite Meanings

Prologue

Prologue:

I never wanted to see a dead body ever again, but knowing my luck, of course, I had to. The very first body I ever saw was of my mother and brother at the tender age of nine. I lost my twin brother, Sherwood on his birthday. For his present I decided to play a prank I love him and my parents with all my heart and soul. But Sher, he was easy to frighten. Took everything WAY too seriously, he was younger than me by like a day but acts really old. It was his 9th birthday present, but when he looked down at his phone, turned milky white, then half ran out of the room. It didn’t turn out the way it should have. I never did find out what was on the phone.

“Wait…. Sherwood? Where are you going?” I asked panting to keep up with his long legs. He didn’t reply, his face more a cream color now was pasty.

“Sher? What’s wrong? TELL ME” I yell, it echoing off the walls of the house. Finally, he stopped and turned around to face me, I ran right into him. Causing both of us to fall into a mess of red and bronze. As I tried getting up, I slipped in something gushy and red. Thinking it was paint, my parents were always painting. A coppery smell invaded my nose, dispelling the scent of spring lilac. Looking down, I gasped in shock.

“No no no no NO!” I whimpered, what had happened? What had gone wrong? Blood was everywhere, on the walls, seeping into the carpet and wood floor. My mother lay in the middle of the catastrophe, twisted and broken. My father, staring at her, a crazed gleam in his eyes. One of his hunting knives dripping blood slowly into the floor. What was wrong with my dad? Why was he on top of mom, dripping with blood? What had happened to the innocent prank?  My nine-year-old brain just couldn’t comprehend what was laid out before me.

“Ugh… Ro? What is wrong with you?” Sherwood asks me as I shake my head frantically signaling him to stop talking. He didn’t get the message, my dad hearing the sudden voices wheeled around to see who was talking. Sher’s back was to him, so father easily could sneak up on him.

“Sher… please stop talking… Dad’s behind you!” As I said those words, my father ran at my brother, knife outstretched.

“Dad No! Sher run!” but Sher never goes the chance to. Never had the chance to live, to love, my murderer of a father killed him. He killed my lovely mother, he would have killed me, but he decided that I was more valuable alive. Every day I wish he did kill me that dreadful day. He called the police claiming that I his daughter had killed my amazing mother and dear brother. They took me away and placed me in a home. “White Mountain Home for Girls” Wow, right mostly all the girls there called it the Pits. It was here that the dreams started, here I that I began to realize that I had something special. I began to have dreams about anything and everything. TO my nightmares of the Day to things I never have even imagined would take place in my brain. One thing I knew for sure is that most of my dreams? Weren't even mine. 

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Writing Prompt

Sometimes at dusk we would see him come out from the hidden interior of his island. For years we had no idea who or what he did until....
I followed him. I jumped tree to tree, only to find that where he was going there were no trees. After many hours of searching, I finally realized he came to spy on us. Us?

Settings

Padding through the damp forest is as much fun as it sounds. I knew that there was no such thing as the wild wood, but being in the trees, they had a certain magic to them. With Amarog at my side, I bravely went to the Moon-Cove or Sorrow's Wish as we call it. Amarog nudged me froward with his silver head, I held his soft, yet course fur with all my strength, so I could be sure of not to fall into the crystal lake. CRACK, someone had followed me. Fear ached within me, threatening me to scream. I would not have that, it was probably a small rabbit or something. No need to be frightened, the overpowering scent of paprika, thyme and pepper reached my nose. Ugh, just what I need, that arrogant milksop just had to follow me.
"Vance, I know you're there, come out" I call into the towering oaks, a tall shape slink ed out of the shadows. His hair had the air of many hours of attempting to make it look casual, should I tell him he looks ridiculous?

Plot

2) Normal life and coping with mothers death

4)  Father leaves to look for his ships

6) Father going missing, the sisters monthly visit to the underworld or Erebos to dance for Diomedes

3) Adoptive Uncle dies tragically and Cousin over rules home

7) Taken captive, only short amount of time to go back to world above or stuck there

5) Being with love interest, father comes back, things going fuzzy, waking up

1) All a dream, but meets love interest in real life

Conflict

Your Protagonist
More than anything in the world, my protagonist wants:
   Wants peace and her family safe

But he/she is afraid of:
   Of Diomedes taking over the land above or killing her father or sister falling in love with one of the people there

And his/her greatest weakness is (is it something like "falling in love too easily" or
"shopping"?):
   Doesn't want to let anyone she love go or judges people too quickly

Physical Antagonist
More than anything in the world, my antagonist wants (this can be as simple as humiliating
the protagonist or something a little more ambitious like world domination):
  To get sons to world above

My antagonist’s “beef” with the protagonist is:
  Fact that she figures out his trick

My antagonist is afraid of (long-haired bunnies?):
   Being in the water or singing

His/her greatest weakness is:
  Mistrustful or Cynical or Vague

Character Mapping

18 year old female
2nd oldest sister
Stargazing
Reading
Is being forced to dance
INFP

3000 year old male
King in Erebos
Plays a Claghorn
Watching
Half demon
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This I want to say...

I really want to say this to my friends when they start dating. I'll be the over-protective brother, but not since I'm a girl. So I'm the over-protective best friend or sister? I don't know, but this is seriously want to say this. Aren't there things that you just want to say, but haven't found a right time to say them yet?
Someone I know has on their bucket list to say "Follow that Car" as she climbs into a taxi. Isn't that something you want to do? I totally want to do that now, but I probably wouldn't have the nerve to say something like that. You never know, maybe when I go to Taiwan this year I'll try doing this, so they hopefully won't understand me.
What are things you want to say, things for fun or things you need to say? I haven't asked for forgiveness yet, and the guilt is eating me away, I really NEED to do that. Sometimes I haven't said "sorry" enough, or even "Thank you". Wow, I sound like I'm so inconsiderate, guess I am. Anyways these are things I NEED to say, I have so much more than I want to say though. :)


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Flash Fiction 2

Alice had just found him, she wouldn't let him go again. She couldn't not after last time. Hoping against all hope, Alice prayed. He couldn't leave her like this, he couldn't do this to her. Didn't he know what this would do to her? Didn't he care?
"Why?` she cried out to the smiling moon` you can't take him from me, not again.....please" She dropped to her knees, her strength all evaporated like a cloud of smoke, someone came running.
"Alice, He's gone" her sister whispered brokenly. Alice lifted her tear-stained face.
"I know... I know"


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Flash Fiction

Write a story in which a character finds something he or she has no intention of returning.

Gasping in the ice-cold mountain air, Navid had won the race. The sun had not yet risen, a clear crystal lake swayed gently next to him. Pounding footstep reach his ears, Haru, his best friend was coming.

“You….cheat” Haru wheezed out. He laughed at Haru's red, huffing face.

“Come on Haru, it wasn't that bad,” he said teasingly and pulled him to the lake, suddenly Navid stopped short.

“Haru?  Do you see that?” he asked, hoping he would be wrong. Haru gazed out towards the lake,

“Navid, it’s a girl! We haven’t had one in ages!” he exclaimed excitedly. So he was right, Haru did see what Navid had feared the thing to be, there was a reason all the girls disappeared.

“Hey, dude what’s wrong with her?” Haru asked me still looking at the figure floating in the lake. As he looks to where he was pointing, she slipped into the clear waters of the lake. Without thinking he races into the freezing lake. Navid swam hard to get to where she had disappeared; he dived trying to get to the place where she had disappeared. He dragged her back to shore and carried her out. Haru came running to him, taking the girl away from his limp fingers. He collapsed from exhaustion; in the distance, he could hear Haru giving her CPR. A gasp startled him, she was awake.

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice rough. She was beautiful, with violet grey eyes she captured him. Something about those eyes made him WANT to protect her, and love her. Navid made a decision right there, he would never let her go. He saved her, he had found her, she was his, the girl with the violet grey eyes, you're MINE.

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6 word stories

Imagination takes you far in life- Alice in Wonderland
Sadness brings out courage in others- Ridding Freedom
Slaved for life, Freed at last- Princess of the Midnight Ball
Even girls can do hard things- The Protector of the Small
Never knew parents, chosen one, alone- Harry Potter
Dragon rider, foolish pride, finally learning- Eragon
Go on quest as a demi-god - Percy Jackson
Long hair escaping the horrid tower- Tangled
Wild mage, close to animals, goddess- The immortals
Found slippers, keeps dragon, safe forever- Dragon Slippers
Awkward classes, broken wings, loving trials- Hush, Hush
Jealous girls fight for him, power- The selection
Evil and good, spirit in heart- Fated
Love is not a sport, dearest- Emma


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Cricket Flash Fiction 2

The shadows gathered around you waiting for the flint. As you pull it out it shimmers slightly, the shadows reach for it stealthily, jealousy in their eyes. Knowing that if they get the flint, they could destroy your love, you quickly bring out cashew instead. Bringing out the cashew caused all of the shadows to cower away. In a rage of not getting the flint, one of the larger shadows shakes the cavern of where you are hidden. The shake causes some burning oil to land on you flip flop clad foot.
"Priest" you call out and instantly your most trusted advisor, a tiger appears.
"Well' you say' all in a good days work" You then reach into your pocket to pull out a tiara, made lovingly for your future queen.
"Now time to make her mine"


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Cricket Flash Fiction 1

The shadows surrounded me, cutting off my vision of the light.

"Flint' I called out' are you there?" I looked to my left, a hand reached into the shadows, shimmering slightly.

Desperately I grasped the hand willing my legs to move towards it. I moved towards the hand as stealthily as I could, still, the shadows notice my feeble escape. They pulled my back jealously, claiming me as their own.

"No, please...please LET me go" I cried out to my captors. The sweet smell of cashew cinnamon tarts reached my nose. I knew that scent, I closed my eyes and let it envelop me.

"Father Priest" I snickered to myself, even in a time of danger I could still make myself laugh, typical. When I did open my eyes the shadows were gone and there were only Father Priest and some oil? I looked at him questionably.

"It was your mother's idea" he explained to my bewildered face. My mother? Wait, where was Flint? I looked left and right, wasn't he right there?

"Father? Did you find Flint?" I asked worried for my friend’s safety. He shook his head, his eye held a steely gaze, wait for what?

"No" I whispered, he tricked me. He walked towards me slowly, reaching into his now transformed clothes. He pulled out the tiara and laughed cynically.

"You made your decision, my dear you must stay with me." I looked down at my feet, startled to see that I still had my flip flops on. I raised my head,

"Oh no, Morelli, I haven't made my decision yet."

"What?" he roared, as my beautiful savior, Flint stood as a tiger. I ran to him, hugging him tight

" See you soon, Morelli"

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I'm here... (Slam Poem)

Once I asked my mom what the stars were
She told me that they were the forgotten
Heroes, sent to protect me
Heroes, there with me in my time of need
Later I learned that they were just balls of light
Still I held onto my Heroes, My stars
Each night I would look out into the night and
Stare at them, glittering so far away
And when my earth will shatter, they will
Be there as I fly upward, out of reach
Of everyone breaking me, in my world
My stars, My heroes will Always be there
Then one night, one tragic night they weren't
I was alone in the darkness, no stars, no comfort
Looking up once more, tears streaming down my face
There they were, appearing one by one
Shh, they said holding me in their rays of light shh
I'm here...

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Top 10 ways I'd like to die

1. After a long awaited dream
2. Struck by lightning
3. With family around me
4. Stopping the bad guy
5. Playing mafia
6. Holding hands with the person I love
7. After surviving in the wilderness 
8. Laughing
9.  After finishing my favorite book 
10. Being important enough to be murdered 

10 things I have forgotten

1. do to my math homework
2. to be kind
3. my favorite things
4. movie references
5. to practice piano  
6. to have a good attitude 
7. to exercise
8. my ideas
9. to go outside  
10. That I like something, and now have forgotten it  

Light house (concrete)

Light

Totally and 

Absolutely covered 

With love and hate 

Brick by brick, It was 

Put together with heartache and soul

 Standing tall against the raging current and furious waves

How do you stand so tall, why don't you fall?

Years after years of being pushed and pulled

Don't you feel the sting of the salt in your light

The stars, moon, and sky                           they 

Glitter smiling down at                              you  

Pale, peach, hot pinks,                              dark 

And Light purples, baby                              blues     

Oranges and greys, so many colours around you

It is a hidden beauty, one that only someone who is 

Looking can find, the only people ever to find such a
thing Is right there in your heart, right there
watching for you So many places you've been,
so many happy stories You've seen weddings

and funerals, you know each emotion

Awe, wonder, happiness, sadness, boredom,
 from everyone You meet and discover on

 your high bench to see the world I wish could
know the story of your life, the one that is going

Round and round your head, you smile
at me, you love fame Why don't you

 ever look for me anymore? What has changed?

 

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Kalypso (Villanelle)

Who I am will go down in history

Remember me, never forget

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

The dark of night, the owl hoots 

I look into his eyes

Who I am will go down in history

I never intended to go so far

I don't ever wish to be forgotten

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

The lie resounds in the echoing dark

He has already forgotten me but

Who I am will go down in history

He is onto the next pretty face

Leaving me curled in pain, I dream that

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

This is that curse I suffer, I can never get to close

If I do, they always leave me behind, but

Who I am will go down in history

Gently, gently I fall safe in his arms

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Egypt (Pantoum)

Sands dance on the winds
Deep and light purples
Rocks breaking in your hand
A mystic energy, surrounds you

Deep and light purples
Bronze and gold, shining
A mystic energy, surrounds you
Glistening in the bright lights

Bronze and gold, shinning
Sands dance on the winds
Glistening in the bright lights
Rocks breaking in your hands

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Saved (Triolet)

She saved me, but no one cares
Who or what, she is blamed
To take me from all my scares
She saved me, but no one cares

In that world of social heirs
Waiting to be forever claimed
She saved me, but no one cares
Who or what, she is blamed

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The flower (Three Haiku, Two Tanka)

Dark clouds growl at you

Hurtling you through the sky

Different greys swirl

One flower, tall

Standing proudly and straight

Unwilling to bend

Flit and fly, come close

That flower whispers to me

Beating hard, I land

Cautiously I sway

Gently, gently I whisper

Why did you call me

Why wish to talk to me now

What can I do for beauty

The grass surrounds her  

Protecting her, like a brother

Wishing and waiting

Hopes that she won't ever fall

She will forever stand tall

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Secret (sonet)

The heart of the wood, has a secret to tell
Mysteries upon mysteries, churning in my head
In this meadow, it has cast on me a beautiful spell
Why for me, what I have done other than gone to tread
The moon above, wind and fire comes near
Hurricane, monsoon, and tornado, danger comes
Only the wise shall know the fear in that tear
Finally, after many years, the hidden is out of the slums
Not only, after that, but the sun also shines once again
Happiness comes back, after so many years gone
So many people are finding that love is their bane
While with others, it the hope, their black swan
Heart of wood, what do you want to tell me
Day, after the day you do not tell, me what should I foresee?


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Love (echo verse)

The mount standing proud and tall

All

Snow covered trees surround 

Round

Of the twinkling sky

I

You smile at me as you shake

Ache

How oft you cry and thunder

Under

Wishing for more, yet never 

Ever

Get more than the hope

Ope 

Of wonders forever lost in love

Love.

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Ode to Niagara Falls

Calm as the waves you form

Looking left or right beauty surrounds me

Slick and icy, your rocks gleam

You ruffle your leaves, as the wind passes by

The moon shining in you proudly

Your colours bright and glittering

Calling to me 

You hug me, with your chilled drops

I ride underneath your falls

and marvel at the chambers hidden

I laugh, you laugh joy filling the air

Laying back, wishing to stay like this forever

Dividing two nations, just like me

You comfort me, as a mother would


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Paragraph poem

I was born in Redwood, California. At age 5 I moved to American Fork, Utah. My parents moved us to Utah because my dad found a better job opportunity. Many of my mom's side of the family, soon came to Utah as well. My house became the house to go to for family reunions, or when someone in the family needed a place to stay. I was always surrounded by my aunt, uncles, and cousins. As I have no siblings, the amount I saw my cousins made up for that.

6,9,14, 15, 22,10,15

I was born in a tree wrapped, a hill covered, California. After almost never seeing my dad, at age five my dad dragged me and my mom to Utah. In only one year, the family came from all over to come to see our new home. Soon my new orderly home became chaotic. We had become the go-to place for everything, we became the "boarding house". Being surrounded by aunts and uncles I felt like I couldn't breathe, watching every hour. With no siblings to play, tease and trap I grew to think of my cousins were my siblings. Like all siblings we were mean to each other, still, are. It is never easy to be suffocated by family, but I can survive.


I was born in a tree wrapped,
hill covered, California.
After almost never
seeing my dad, at age
five my dad
dragged me and my
mom to Utah.
In only one year, family
came from all over to come
to see our new home.
Soon my new orderly
 home became chaotic.
We had become the go
to place for everything,
we became the "boarding house".
Being surrounded by aunts
and uncles I felt like
 I couldn't breathe, watching
every hour.
With no siblings to play,
tease and trap I grew to
think of my cousins were
 my siblings.
Like all siblings we
were mean to each
other, still are.
It is never easy
to be suffocated
by family,
but I can survive.

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The Test

The wall scorches your hand
As you struggle to your feet
The ground, soft and sticky

Gasping, you breath in the sweat filled air

A clicking sound reaches your ears

Hands reach in, as the large wooden door open

Dragging you out into a windswept desert

Looking around, you see

Mountain after mount

Cactus after cacti, you breath

out a harsh sigh, building courage for

A reprimand

He steps forward, incling his head

Sands dance along the winds

A sneer slowly climbs onto your face

Coming from the dark

You laugh hysterically, you hope

For the near end, you can't wait

Without even pausing he lets

You walk confidently to the end



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Raised by Taiwan

I was raised by
Loud laughing
Spice smelling
Sky so pretty you just want
to stay and keep admiring
"Let's smile, cause I don't understand"
Type of Country

Rushing to place to place
Cramped bus riding
Not enough time to see and
look at everything
"Come one we're gonna be late"
Kind of Country

Vendor to vendor
Black sky, bright lanterns
Price arguing
Money Saving
Proud crowds
Moving
"Hurry we, have to buy that"
Sorta Country

Some manner keeping
Have your head bowing
Said the wrong thing
has to quickly sort it out
"Apologize now"
Type of Taiwan

House cleaning
Garbage picking
Keep it clean
I'm trying and I'm working
Mother watching
"You can do better than that"
Kind of Taiwan

Honey voicing
Sweet talking
"Yes buy this item
it is so much better than
the others"
Sorta Taiwan

Tallest building
Beautiful singing
Book reading
"See you in math class"
Hard studying
Don't bother me, I'm working
Type of Home

I was raised by Taiwan



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Creepy Story in 2nd Perspective

I got bored the other day so I decided to write something creepy. I don't know how I got the idea, but I'm proud of it so enjoy.

She looked so peaceful, in death. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop crying. Already you crave for another, it has only been an hour since you killed her, but already you crave. You crave for their screams, their whimpering and begging you to stop. You crave the fear that enters their eyes as they realize that they have been tricked. Lately, though you crave for something more, you crave for their love, you want them to beg for you and not to stop. You want a doll to play with, you want someone to care for you. You stalk the streets hoping to find such a doll. There, you gasp, there is a perfect doll, she enters your mind. She will not leave you alone, she begins to plague you. You yearn for her, finally, you can't take it anymore. While she works, you pretend to be a customer at her cafe, then you follow her to her car. That is when you take her, she screams and kicks, but you can't let her go. You've come so far, you want, no you need to have her. You take her home, but she cries and screams, she won't be quiet. You didn't mean to, but she just wouldn't stop. 

Anyway uh.... so that was fun. :)


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Amazon Dream

Pain erupted from my head. It was as though a had parasite its found into my head and was crawling around-making me cringe every time one of its tiny little legs moved. My hand tightened on the plane armrests as if that would help lessen the agonizing pain coming from my temples. A tremor ran through the plane, jolting me; my headache worse.

“Hey, look out the window, it’s beautiful,” said Samara my best friend, nudging me. I tried looking out, but my migraine wouldn't let me move from my position.

“Why did you do this to me? You know that I get migraines when I fly, especially when there is turbulence.” I said glaring at her. She shrugged,

“ Well, I didn’t force you to come.”

“Right, because the puppy face is totally not forcing me,” I said sarcastically.  She shrugged again. Right then the intercom came on,

“The seat belt sign is back on, so please go head back to your seats and buckle your seat belts. There’s some turbulence up ahead.” Hearing this I glared at Samara again, stronger, and angrier this time.

“If I die, you’re explaining to my parents.”

“Well if you die, it will be so much quieter.”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you until you die! Oh, and, by the way when are we gonna get to our spot?” I asked wondering how long it would be until I could get off this wretched machine. My headache was gone just as quickly as it came. The intercom crackled on,

“We will be at our destination in about 5 min. Welcome to the Amazon.” I grinned at Samara’s horrified face,

“Well”, I chuckled, “sorry I didn’t tell you about this part.” If glares could kill, I’d be 6 feet under already.

“You told me that it was just flying over the Amazon to see the scenery.”

“No I told you that we would fly over the Amazon, but you didn’t listen when I told you that we would camp there too.” We began to descend,

“I hate you”, she muttered under her breath, “so that’s why you had me bring so much stuff” I laughed again, teasing Samara was just too much fun.

“ If it makes you feel better, I hated the flight here,” I said just as the plane arrived to a stop in a clearing. She snorted,

“And how is that supposed to make me feel better?” I shrugged and didn’t answer like she had done.

“Come on, we have to get our stuff and find the group we were assigned to,” I said unbuckling my seat belt, racing to get our stuff. By the time Samara finally got the nerve to join me away from the “safety” of the plane, Mr. Carson had already started to assign groups,

“Samara Kane, Alice Wolfe, Tessa Marley, Oliver Martin, Craig Berry, Rajan Fox,” Mr. Carson said.

“Ugh! We’re in the same group as Tessa and Craig” I said unhappily. “Come one, let’s go get our stuff,” I said waving to Oliver to come to help us with our supplies, as Tessa and Craig went somewhat deep into the forest.  By the time Samara, Oliver, Rajan and I finally got our tents up and our supplies organized, Tessa and Craig had still not returned.   


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Colour

The colour of sleep
The smell of peace
Soothing and calm
Lightness blending
with the others
A sticky little face
Cool to the touch
It is the colour of the deep
It is the colour of Royalty. 



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Dreams Mean Work.....

Dreams mean work
Your brain twisting and turning
Making another reality for you
Colors or black and white
Nightmares or Daydreams
Each creative and twisted
Each loving and thought about
No one knows how much
No one knowing the price
Sacrifice, waking as though
You never even slept
Panting, or gasping
Waking slowly or abruptly
To screams or sighs
Dreams take work
Don't they?

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Swim Goggles

The day I got my swim goggles
I couldn't wait
To get into the water
My swim goggles pink and purple
Black, blue, and shiny new
Feeling as though I could do anything
They were magical, and
Parapsychological
When I got into the water, I
splashed, played and soaked in the pool
As I dived down,
My vision showed me a new world
But when it came time to swim
Water seeped in from every access
Clouding me, blurring my surroundings
I sank deeper and deeper
Light slowly fading away
Hands pulling at me
Tugging me out,
Gasping I
Breathe
My goggles
They didn't protect me
Pink, purple, black and blue
Why didn't you?

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Pastiche poems

Trouble in Paradise 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Carrie Underwood songs

He's the devil in disguise

Tells you lies of vanity

And last night I told a little lie

Turns out I'm too hard to hit so he put away his bow

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl

She's the center of his whole world

Turns out he'd been lying to both of them for oh so long

She called it sweet revenge

This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog

Dreams

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from two of Bella Akhmadulina poems  

It is long ago in sunlit hours
After the evil, they have done
They kiss my cheeks, they marvel
Loom in forwarding hours
Passion can be violent

O my Pompeii in your cindery grave
Visiting them in their sleep
Against the wall, eternity
What future did you assume
At your dead feet

Moonlit Stroll

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Li Po poems

Down the blue mountain in the evening
From a pot of wine among the flowers
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital

A wind, bringing willow cotton, sweetens the shop
Oh, but it is high and very dangerous
The sun had set, and a mist is in the flowers
The way is broad like the blue sky
This night to the west of the river-brim

Muchness

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Alice in Wonderland

You know you say a thing is "much of muchness"
I breath when I sleep and sleep when I breath
Oh, my dear paws! oh my fur and whiskers
Off with her head! Off...
Would the fall never come to an end

She stretched herself out on tiptoe
A red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long
The hedgehog had unrolled itself
The others looked around and bowed low
I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears

Loving ideas 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Mormon Times 

I have no need of thee
Memories flooded back
There were soft giggles coming from every direction
And those feelings turn into actions
It was a great idea
NEVER underestimate the visual powers

These are universal themes, truth is the truth
Maybe God hates the Chinese
The exact details of her were not discovered
And starts leaving her a daisy every day
This book fits such an ideal
Those silo walls can seem impermeable

Annoyance 

A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from The Splendor Falls 

My shrink would call this a projection
Imagine what he would say if he knew about the hallucination
Being a Davis made me famous here
Did the son die in battle?
That was both frustrating and unnerving
I must have winced

The smell wasn't right somehow
It smelled like old paper and furniture polish
I chided my heart at it's erratic reaction
All the same, I softened my refusal
The power suggestion was not my friend
All I wanted was a bath, a bed, and a book



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Rapunzel?

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. Is this real picture or is it photo-shopped?  I hate fake things, especially if it's someone who pretends to be your friend. Don't you just dislike those people even if they aren't real, like if you read about a character in a book about that type of person? I always hate those people first. I don't really know why maybe because a lot of my cuzzies are like that. It's kind of sad that so many of them are like that, it's want to gain "power" at school or something, I don't know they're all so weird. I like this picture because it shows that she is taking her future in her own hands or scissors. Her expression though cracks me up every time, it is so, whats the word intense. I think that the act that I know it is so fake makes me want to laugh. She is trying WAY too hard, don't you agree? I still love the story of Rapunzel, but every time I see this picture I always wonder, Why is she trying like that, does she not know that she will be rescued? But the world tells us that we don't need anyone to save us, I don't believe that is true, because I mean if I  didn't allow myself some help I'd still be stuck in a math room. Anyways What do you think she is thinking? :)

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What happened?

What happened in this photo? I usually ask myself if  I can't think of anything else to write, or in other words writers block. What is she thinking, how did she get there, why is she there? I'd like to think that maybe she was some kind of rebel leader, or she was a fighter so she went to join the army and got caught. Instead of it being a Mulan, it could be Keena or Reva or Astrid, like a Mulan but Celtic-ized.  I love the way she has the clear eyes, as if she hasn't been broken, the fact that her hair is messy and the fact she is still trying to get out. It's as if she is saying "no matter what you do I will never ever betray my people" or "I did what I did because it was right". Her face is so neutral, but her eyes tell me a different story, they tell me defiance, loyalty and betrayal. If you look closely you can see that her arms have muscle like she is strong, the way she is clenching her jaw suggests annoyance. I wonder what she is annoyed at, maybe her guards are bickering and she is thinking that it would be so easy to escape, but she won't cause she is truthful and she won't hide form fate.

 Now I wonder what happened here. She is probably trying to escape from life. What if the girl above is her ancestress who was the most famous warrior of her time. Maybe she is the exact image of her and her personality is the same as well. Maybe she is gaining comfort from her ancestress. Her face looks so sad, maybe her parents are getting divorced and she needs help, so she turns to her ancestress. Who knows, but it is still fun to do. What do you think connects them both? :)


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You

What makes you YOU? What makes me Me?  Anyone else wonders about that? Am I  just a mix of my parents or do I have a bit of some me-ness in me? Well, I had a talk with my dad about this the other day and I still can't get it out of my mind. In Alice in wonderland, it says something about muchness, I like to think about muchness as our ness. I love the book Alice in Wonderland, there are so many cute and sublime quotes in it. Alice kinda reminds me of myself, sometimes I find myself in someone else's book. I love almost, no ALL of the characters in that book. Alice, the White Rabbit, The Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat and most of all the Mad Hatter. The book has so many meanings, sometimes when I read it it is just something to read, other times I look for something I can use. My all-time favorite quotes from Alice in Wonderland is either "Off with their head" or "You're mad...Bonkers, but I'll tell you a secret all the best people are" or "Imagination is the Only Weapon in the War Against Reality". 

 I love this quote because it really is true, right? Just imagine if we didn't have imagination? I personally think that would be the worst place to live, we wouldn't have come up with all-out inventions or have anything today. Just in general life without imagination is a horrible world. Life would be bleak, but I guess if we didn't know any better we would be happy. Still, if I just think about that I shudder. :)

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Happiness

What is happiness? What makes ME happy? These are some questions I have asked myself. When I was younger my mom would always tell me to smile, that I had a beautiful smile. I never believed her, I was bullied/teased constantly because of my looks and the way I acted. I knew I was weird, but hearing that from who you thought were friends is really painful. Since I was bullied constantly, I almost never had a smile on my face, even after elementary school I still did not smile. By then it had turned into a habit. Then one day, when I was at Girls Camp some of the counselors there told us to challenge ourselves, to have a goal. When I had left home earlier that week, my mom told me once again, that I should smile and that MY smile was beautiful. I thought of her when I made my goal that day at camp. My goal was to smile even if I didn't want to, to smile because I wanted to. Since that day I have tried to smile and now it is a habit to smile. What I realized later was that I shouldn't have let those kids get to me because I am who I am because I want to be. What makes ME happy? I don't really know, but what I do know is that a smile is contagious, so let go of grudges and things and SMILE. So what makes you happy? Stick to that and please just smile. :)

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