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Guess Who's A Secret Poet?Tennessee grumbled something unintelligible under her breath as she made her way into the locker room, a large spacious area in where the Freelancers all put their personal items in their designated lockers.
The mere thought of Arizona done absolutely nothing to cool down her frustrations; instead it was almost like someone poured a shit load of gasoline on a dying flame, only to make it a raging, uncontrollable inferno. Damn that smug bastard! Once again he decided to get unexpectedly involved in her recent mission to obtain relevant information about their Insurrectionist foes, and then when she was merely two feet away from securing the package, Arizona stole it from her grasp before sneering a quick “Thanks” before lumbering off with the case.
What fuelled her wrath even more was the fact during their debrief upon returning to the Mother of Invention ship, the Director praised Arizona for his quick thinking and head-strong bravery when in truth she should have been rece
People Can Change Their WaysOver the span of many years Wash learned to never form close attachments with anyone, for he watched South’s unbreakable bond with her twin brother, North, was torn apart by jealously and bitterness which resulted in her playing a part in North’s death; if Wash wanted nothing to do with friendships, then why did he consider the Reds and the Blues as something akin to family despite it being dysfunctional at times?
Even when he was an inexperienced Freelancer, which often became a subject that York used to tease him about, he wanted to be brave, heroic and strong just like Carolina; he never told anyone this, but during his days of detainment in a mental facility after the Epsilon incident he sobbed like a chid, wishing he was dead in order to stop the onslaught of intrusive memories.
The transformation of a being cold hearted soldier into an actual human being with raw feelings and emotions defined who he was as man right now; this time Wash promised himself his next encoun
The Legendary Heavenly Deluxe BeverageBrandon had never once considered himself a great lover of coffee. That was until he found himself standing right outside what appeared to be a delightful and cosy coffee shop on the corner of Fifth Avenue.
Already he was starting to like it even more because of the name itself. How ironic that he was in the Big Apple, a vast city that catered to the needs of caffeine addicts that needed several fixes to keep them motivated day and night. A small smile crept on his face in spite of the stress filled day he had regarding work. Needless to say sometimes it wasn’t easy being the owner of a mechanic garage for cars and motorbikes…
Pushing open the door, a small bell jangled overhead signalling his entrance, the strong aroma of coffee invading his nostrils as he breathed the delicious scent in. For a brief moment he stood rooted on the spot, merely soaking in the atmosphere while admiring the modern sophisticated décor of the vicinity. Not too packed or too em
The Luck Of The Irish“Crap!”
Instead of asking my teammate, Reynolds, the reason for his sudden panicked expression, I followed the direction to where he was currently staring at. My heart momentarily faltered in my chest at the sight of an enraged golden armoured Elite charging up the ramp towards us with his Energy Sword activated. He wasn’t alone though as I caught a brief glimpse of his buddy trailing behind him, bright blue plasma bolts being furiously expelled from his plasma rifle. Luckily none of his hits found their target as I gripped Reynolds’ arm and then proceeded to drag him out of harm’s way.
I quickly eyed the sealed door that was on the same ground platform, about ten yards away. An idea formed in my head and I mustered a prayer to the good Lord above for a spot of guidance.
As I was about to alert him of my plan, I noticed Reynolds’ gloved hands were visibly shaking. I don’t know what possessed him, most likely bloody desperation, but he aimed a C
The Appointed Godfather“Church, can I ask you something?”
The cobalt armoured soldier gave a long, drawn out sigh as he turned towards Tucker. Needless to say the Blue leader didn’t have time to deal with any pointless problems or get dragged into being a referee in one of Tucker and Caboose’s silly little dramas. Whatever it was, Church planned to give a half-assed response before waving his comrade to one side.
“Tucker, I’m kinda in the middle of something right here so this had better be important,” he commented through clenched teeth. His words weren’t far from the truth as he was thinking of ways to search for the missing AI, Omega. “Has Caboose fallen off a nearby cliff to his death?”
“Nope, nothing like that. Uh, dude…have you killed my kid? I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“What? No!” Church threw up his arms in exasperation, almost hitting Tucker in the face in the process. He snorted as though he was
The Spark Of Suspicion“Agent Connecticut.” The man bared his white teeth to her in a welcoming smile, a stark contrast to his dark chocolate complexion. “What brings you here?”
“I need to see the Director. It’s pretty urgent, Sir.”
“I’m afraid the Director is preoccupied, therefore he has strict orders that he should not be disturbed. He is prepping some Freelancers for an upcoming mission that shall begin as soon as they exit the room.”
“I see. Well, thank you anyway.”
As CT pivoted around to go on her way, the Councillor briefly cleared his throat. This action regained her attention, turning her body towards the man. If the female knew any better, it seemed that he had a lot more to say. This should be very interesting to say the least.
“If you would like, perhaps I can be of some assistance to you. I’ve noticed there appears to be...uh, two of you standing before me.”
If someone were to listen on their conversation
How The Tables Have TurnedFor the past two minutes or so, Wash’s left eye refused to stop twitching. The cause of this annoying condition took form in the shape of Donut was currently sucking the last remainder of the thick strawberry milkshake through a straw, the consistent hard slurping noises grating his nerves. Why couldn’t the Red soldier nosily drink elsewhere? After all, it wasn’t like they were restrained by handcuffs in a room and being treated like some prisoners of war like when they first arrived at the Federal Army of Chorus’ base a few weeks ago.
At this moment he would rather be by his own. He wanted some privacy to himself in order to collect his thoughts in a calm manner – a lot of events happened over the past couple of days since their first encounter with the British General of the planet’s army, Donald Doyle. However instead of using the time to merely reflect, Donut continued to unknowingly pester the former Freelancer with how much noise he made.
Never Argue With ClownsFor some reason Grif had a feeling he was being watched from afar. He became aware of a presence trailing behind him ever since he began to walk home from school. The sound of what appeared to be large squeaky shoes trailed rapidly behind him- at first the footsteps maintained a steady rhythm before quickening its pace into jogging. However before Grif whirled around to finally catch the potential stalker they just disappeared into the wind as though the seventeen year old merely imagined it.
It didn’t take long to reach the street where he lived on – it was a fair stretch of avenue where mostly old age pensioners resided there. Overall it was a relatively quiet and peaceful neighbour – no signs of trouble and disorder at all.
Or so Grif thought, just when someone tackled him from behind, such gleeful cackling coming from whoever attacked him. What the hell was their problem? Grif thought angrily, lifting his head from the ground and promptly spitting out clu
Tainted With Nightmares“Washington and another died.”
The unseen man’s gentle Southeren rasp, although filled with a solemn tone, sent vibrations around the blue lit room that imprisoned me. The last word seems to echo on and on, piercing my eardrums, but there was nothing I could do to ease the pain. I was completely hopeless, no good at all.
When the word “Died” vanished into the shadows where quietness reigned, it served as a taunt, more powerful than the previous times I’d been subjected to interrogation beforehand. If only I analysed the schematics, no matter how complicated they were, and efficiently programmed them at such a faster rate, then the security failure would have been avoided.
But the burning question still remained. Which other Freelancer, besides Washington, had been killed in action? I had the right to know because even though the Director assured me it wasn’t my fault, the fact the massive lump in my throat hadn’t dislodged was solid proof
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
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