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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
Ruining meMe or the drugs
You see me cry
It kills you inside
But you still pick the drugs
You'll always pick the drugs
A Taang Story Part 1A Taang Story Part 1
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
A Taang Story Part 3A Taang Story Part 3
"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
A Taang Story Part 6: the endA Taang Story Part 6
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
A Taang Story Part 4A Taang Story Part 4
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
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?
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
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.
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.
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.
BurnI fell into the sky
And landed right into the Milky Way.
The stars burned my skin
Yet the air was cool.
I flew around the nine planets
And the sun
But the moon was
It was unreal, it really was.
But then I fell right back to the hard earth
Right back into your unforgiving arms
And I didn't remember anything.
PulseIt dances across the screen.
You can feel it, still a pulse.
A tragic accident cut the line
And now you lay there numb.
Blood coming out from your body
You now look at the screen.
The lines are only partially moving.
Breathing in, Breathing out
Gets harder every second.
You can't hold onto it anymore
And now the line is flat.
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 Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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