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The Werewolf CanThe vampire chases its prey
But the werewolf always strikes.
The pale thing that craves flesh wanders at night
But the werewolf runs under sun or moon.
The white stone can't hide its fangs
But the werewolf can look perfectly normal.
The blood-thirsty monster cannot love
But the werewolf feels guilt from its meal.
PatternsRepitition. Day in, day out.
I can't change what they do.
Even if I push in front of those
Who're average, it's never going
To be enough. There is always someone
Better than I; like I'm plain old water,
And they become the oil that sits on
The topthe thing people continue
To notice first when you place them
Right next to each other. Every time.
Fun with Onomatopoeia in Japan!ピカピカ！
The sun is so bright!
Don't look into the light!
The crowd is so happy.
The pig is very snappy.
An AnnoyanceAwkward phrases escape my lips--
And sometimes my fingertips--
Your eyes glaze over in boredom,
That is, or so I fear.
I bide our time with trivia,
Appealing to me but redundant to you
"Did you know hedgehogs can bounce?"
I picture you rolling those caramel eyes.
I follow you all over the net
And gaze at you during school;
You never seem to notice me
And I fret you are ignoring.
There must be a reason that
I always speak first and
You hardly ever reply, perhaps,
All I really am is an annoyance.
AcheSweet, tender solace
Of the blue reflection
On my happy lake
This murderous, stabbing pain
Throbs deeply against my chest.
It is a feeling of eternal loneliness;
I know you're there, why won't you answer?
Those binding waters that
Hold all of my dark emotions
Are no longer a calming cerulean
But a neutral, despising grey.
You Make Me Feel So"You make me feel so "
a hundred ways to finish this
but I cannot describe the way
you make my heart explode
in six little words that don't show
how my emotions mix and
how my soul twists and turns
when I see the lightning that
occurs when you kiss me.
"When you touch me, I "
I'm not quite sure if I can
even comprehend the amount
of jitters that jolt through my veins
by now, I'm baffled that you haven't
electrocuted me from pleasure
when your hand strokes my face,
tempting me with such smooth touch,
and as your fingertips trace my skin.
"Come closer, so I can "
everything. I cannot fathom a closeness
more dear to my heart; let me lay
my head onto your bare chest so
I can hear your heart beat with an
unsteady rhythm , and hold my face
with your hands, keeping me just near
enough to you to taunt me, enough to
make me crave your attention even more.
cannot even bring myself to comprehensible
phrases when we're together;
your playful mindset takes note, and you
SpeedWhen the breath escapes and
Your eyes widen in deep concentration
Your teeth clench in hidden fear
Both eyebrows begin to twitch
You grasp the wheel tightly
The right foot pushes against the floor
The left one is uncertain
But the car is under your control
The surroundings fly by in a blur
There is no sound but the radio
Peripheral vision is a blessing
Otherwise you might crash
It's a rush you've never felt
The speedometer quickly rising
The excitementthe DANGER
The possibility of dying
But you trust yourself
You trust the car
You trust something
You trust FATE
You know there's no way you'll die
You have too much to live for
The cops won't catch you and
Even more importantly
A deer jumps out from the trees
This can't be happening
You do what you know you shouldn't
And swerve right into a ditch
The windshield caves in
Your car is warped
Your eyes glaze over
Suddenly, you're dead.
The Black UnicornIn the land of Matkanimbus, it's difficult to think that one would have trouble finding the object of his/her own desireespecially when that object is a unicorn. The unicorns here frolic freely through the clouds; they run around with the children right out in the open. Their fur glistens like snow, hoary as a fresh blanket in the winter. It represents purity. Their horns are a range of colors from robin egg's blue to pearly pink (depending on gender, of course), and have a sharp point at the end (not for violence, but for digging in the cotton candy-like ground.) The tails that hang from their behinds flow with the windit is said by some experts that these mystical creatures communicate by their tail movements. The white unicorn is widely considered the most peaceful, beautiful creature of them all.
But that's not what documenter Chase Elwood was searching for. No, he was fixing to find the elusive, rumored black unicorn. Only few have claimed to see it, none have s
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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