Drip from a sea of green
The last droplets fall
EscapeYou give love
What we had
Should I allow
From a perfect
SpoiledEverything you could ever ask for
At your fingertips
The luxury that no one else has
And neither will you
When you finally
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The two bending opposites walked back to camp hand in hand hearing a muffled, "It was horrible!" from Katara. That's when they realized they wouldn't have to explain anything to Sokka.
"Try to calm down, Katara," her brother whispered.
"I can't! They're both such, suchtraitors!"
Obviously noticing Aang and Toph's presence, Sokka said, "I think you should go lie down."
Katara turned her back to her older brother to find herself facing the two people she hated most. "Oh god," thought Aang, "Here it comes."
Before Katara could get out a word, the blind earthbender spoke.
"So here's the deal, me and Twinkle Toes here, are an item now so you need to calm down."
"How dare you tell me to calm down?! You just stole my, my, boyfriend!" screamed Katara.
"Katara I was never your boyfriend," said the Avatar.
"Oh shut up Aang!" yelled Katara.
"Well someone's a bucket-full o' crazy," Toph said; her finger making a circling motion next to her ear.
Over all the commotion, no
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Water and earth stared at each other calculating the next move of their opponent. Toph stood in a ready stance just in case Katara was to suddenly attack. However, the waterbender's blue eyes were swollen from tears of guilt that slid down her face.
"Why did you follow me?"
"We need to settle something. Now."
"Excuse me, Sugarqueen," Toph said with her usual sarcasm, "Why don't you get your pretty little butt out of here."
"Are YOU going to make me?" Katara chuckled.
Toph gripped her hands into fists and threw them to her sides, forcing the rock Katara had been standing on outside of the cave.
"That's much better." Said the earthbender.
Aang who had been too overwhelmed with the many questions going through his head hadn't heard the girls arguing within the cave. He only noticed once Katara had unexpectedly been forced out of the cave and landed on her back with such a force only Toph could cause.
"Katara stop!" Aang yelled as Katara's started racing towards the ca
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"Why were you----? With her----?" Katara managed to say.
"Uh, I just remembered I have to help Sokka with thatthing," Aang spoke nervously.
"I thought you liked me! You have always liked me!"
"I'm sorry, Katara."
"Sorry for what!?" she yelled bitterly.
"I'm sorry you're upset."
"I'm not upset! Why would I be upset? Huh? I'm not jealous or anything!"
"You're kind of acting like you are "
Katara then, crossed her arms and turned her back to the Avatar.
"Ummmm. I better go see how Toph's doing," Aang said frantically.
"Wow! When did this become an episode of the Toph Show!?" Katara screamed between tears.
Aang quickly evaded the area as soon as possible.
"Umph! Sorry Sokka, I didn't see you," the Airbender said as the two collided.
"No worries. Why is my sister crying?"
"Is she crying? I didn't know she was crying. Who cries anyway? Heh. Heh. I have to go now " blurted the monk.
"Uh, right." Sokka replied.
Aang rushed past the Water Tribe warrior, bend
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The lone monk sat meditating with only one thing on his mind. Not even the one hundred year old war that burdened him could distract Aang from his deep concentration. While his companions lie peacefully in their tents, Aang remained awake. Confusion clouded his mind as he began to question his relationship with the blue-eyed girl he once desired. He knew not whether to embrace or neglect these new feelings he kept inside about the blind earthbender. All the young airbender knew was that these emotions existed and would continue to grow stronger.
Asleep, Katara was enthralled in an everlasting dream. She saw herself sinking into the depths of the ocean. Aang stood on the shore staring down into the water; but he did not dive in to save her. He stood motionless waving a final goodbye. She waved back happily, as if nothing was wrong. Soon her sinking turned to falling. A figure emerged from the darkness. He was holding a lantern with his arms outstretched; ready to ca
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As soon as the sun crept up the volcanic mountainside everyone bustled inside the cave. Sokka arose from his tent first, frowning sleepily as he treaded over to his bag of dried meat. Soon after, almost simultaneously, both Aang and Toph emerged from their tents. Morning at last.
Toph rose scratching her underarms as she walked towards Sokka. The boomerang kid stared cautiously while Arctic Seal jerky hung from his mouth.
"Mornin' Snoozels," Toph said grouchily.
"Grmmfflllurmm," Sokka replied, the jerky still hanging from his teeth.
Aang being a vegetarian, glided swiftly over to his satchel full of various nuts and berries.
"Hey, Twinkle Toes."
"Flameo Toph!" the monk said exuberantly.
"I know we are hiding in the Fire Nation, but do you really have to talk like that?"
"Do you want me to stop, Sifu Toph?"
"Oh, whatever. If you want to talk like a hundred year old Fire Nation man, you just go right ahead. Hey, where's Sugar Queen?"
"Still asleep; should
The Rest of YouI remember that day you handed me a rose,
and said that it resembled my beauty.
(The rose, now wilted and sad, lays at the bottom
of my hope chest, with everything else you gave me.)
I remember when the leaves changed in autumn
and you surprised me with a black cat, who had yellow eyes
(She's used up her nine lives, but I have one of
her kittens, a male look-a-like, who I named after you.)
I remember the time you lent me your jacket
even though you were colder then I had been.
(I wear it when I feel sad or alone
because it still smells like you)
I remember what you sang to me at our wedding.
while we were lost in our own little world.
(Your voice echoes through the halls at night
so I find myself never wanting to sleep)
I remember how your fingers would run thro
My Favorite DrugIt's so destructive,
It spreads like an infection,
It is inevitable.
You can't hid from it.
You can't run from it.
It is always there.
It is what you see.
What you hear.
What you speak.
What you think.
What you breathe.
What you feel.
Sometimes it's painful,
but worth the sacrifice.
Sometimes it's depressing,
still the high is rewarding.
It is so invigorating,
It is so unpredictable,
It is a cosmic concept.
But so difficult to fathom its meaning.
Do you know what it is?
It is very addicting.
So worth all the agony and suffering.
It is my favorite drug.
OrpheusI hitchhiked down the highway to hell
With four fifty in my back pocket
And a suitcase of nightmares hitting my heels
There's black lipstick smeared on my collarbones
Vodka dreams slithering through my hair
Tonight, I'll be a monster
Swallow you up with paint fumes and a bottle of schnapps
The red pickup shudders and my hips creak
Like brass hinges, then I'm there
And Cerberus sniffs at my bloody wrists
I pop pomegranate seeds like pills and Hades
Can't make me look back cause tonight
I'm a monster
And no silver bullet will shatter me
Sent from HeavenFrom my heart of greed and wonder,
rings the sound of so much thunder.
The weather inside is so chaotic,
your voice, your beauty, is like magic.
Walking beside you all this time,
wondering why I didn't notice your shine.
Now that I see your beauty and all,
my brain froze and my heart took a fall.
You walked on by surpassing me,
all I could do was watch and see.
You were a goddess sent from above,
to teach me, all about love.
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushing
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
Drip, Drip.Drip, drip.
The pool of red.
Lay on her bed.
The tip of a knife.
Took another life.
The cops have arrived.
No time for disguise.
Out the window.
Time to lay low.
Not fast enough.
Her hands are cuffed.
in a place unknown.
and she's all alone.
Written on the wall.
That she killed them all.
What's done is done.
as her blood runs.
The sound of regret.
it's a fate she's met.
Red is the pool.
She's been a fool.
one small tastetiny drop dripping
element light and air
one drop I stole
and swallowed whole
of youth purity
in mine ambiguity
savoring her potential
a theft not accidental
memory now alive
dreams hopes arrive
late summer departs
back to spring hearts
craving yet one more
satiate me back to before
reaching for lost intangible
new youth unnegotiable
close my eyes fantasy
lids droop to insanity
A poet's broken words.Most people don't even know
what a poet is nowadays.
It's not someone who writes poetry,
but someone with the ability
to create beautiful things
with pain and hate them.
I traded my soul for letters,
that I later transformed to words,
together they wrote out all my pain
but I'm starting to miss my soul.
All I have left is these broken w o r d s
and I wish I could call myself a poet
but to hate something beautiful,
before you have to create it.
How can you write when your words are broken
and your soul is missing?
She Sang It BestI miss that little girl
The one who sang a sad song, but didn't understand
She covered her hands in ink
She pressed them to smooth paper
And there it was: an identity
I miss the girl who twirled
And gave her mother butterfly kisses with soft full eyelashes
She loved the sound of the train at night
Calling her into the distance
I miss the girl who laughed a big laugh
And cried for that baby mouse
Cold and dead on the sidewalk
She lifted him and dug his little grave
I miss the girl who shouted to the heavens
"I am brilliant, world! I am brilliant!"
The boy who swallowed a tempestShe once loved a boy who swallowed a tempest.
Her fingertips couldn't quell the storm,
He thrashed, hurricanelike,
In their sea of sheets.
When the Sabbath came,
And he couldn't choke out three words,
She ran home to her mother,
In her big wooden house.
She cut off all her hair,
Still safe high in her tower.
Her prince loved a king,
She locked the door and ate the key.
He lay in bed alone,
Kings don't keep bed with stable-boys,
And for the first time,
He missed her, but not like that.
Opening a window,
He lit a match, and blew smoke,
And rose to her threshold,
She said nothing.
No sorries were said,
But that night, they slept soundly.
Not tonight.My dear friend,
this may just be the end
I'm going to bury you
I'll let my emotions show
let the anger just flow
But I have a question,
do I truly have hesation?
Do I really want to say goodbye?
am I ready to let this die?
or will I make myself a lier,
stomp out my fire?
My dearest blade
you and I know, my scars wont fade
Should I use the cream?
and let my skin be a dream?
or should I keep a reminder
But what if I make people shutter?
My dear friend, my old razor
please do me this favor
Don't cut me tonight.
Writer's BlockWriter's Block
I want to write.
I really do.
I want to get some words on paper.
Once again, the urge to create hits me.
"Write, write, write!" it commands me.
So I open my crappy Hello Kitty notebook,
grab a gel pen,
No words on the page.
My train of thought comes to a halt.
My creative genius appears to have taken a vacation.
(And let me tell you, it will NOT be a paid one!)
Why is it that my best ideas
always strike me
when I don't have my notebook on me?
and close the notebook.
I guess I'll try again later.
Before you leave me nowI wish I was a princess,
or that you were a prince
so we could have a story
with a happy ending
You know I never wanted to leave
If I could freeze and turn back time
I'd spend forever in these memories
We did start with once upon a time
But we got lost along the way
All I wanted...My human heart
A person to heal it
But nobody seems to care
But then someone suddenly appears
With the wrong intentions
Giving me false hope
You are just like all the rest
You use me
Like a mere toy
And wants to throw me away when I'm no longer useful
But I object
I ask and I beg and I plead
But you do not listen
And just go away
Leaving me behind once again
And here I am
Alone in the darkness
With another piece of my soul broken
DreamA simple whisper shall fill my head
Erases the fears this day had shed
And brings me down to foreign land
Bare are my feet and guided by a hand
Warmth of the sun and breeze of the moon
Clouds with a thousand twinkling stars at noon
Waves of the sea and canopy of trees
Can do nothing more that makes me please
A sprinkle of spring water would soon do shower
Growth of the earth increases by the hour
And joy of the wind as it dances round the bend
With burning of dear fire in the life it would lend
Thousand new colors soars up in the sky
Loss is the words when we could fly so high
Memory of eternity is now within me
For no one really knows the world I see