BulletproofI rolled sideways, taking position behind one of the nearby pillars in the training room. A good thing I did because of Carolina’s relentless firing. Each one of her shots connected with the concrete wall, some of them blowing away little chunks of the firm material on impact, causing them to fall upon the floor. Thank God the pillar took the brunt of Carolina’s punishment as a section was absolutely covered in splashes of pink-purplish paint. I quickly checked my pistol and made sure I still had enough ammo left. I had slightly less than half paint pellets left – pretty damn surprising considering the fact we’d been at it for the past ten minutes or so.Within seconds my sister appeared in my line of vision, her back slumping heavily against a column not too far from me. I noticed with concern that South appeared to be in some kind of pain when she hissed as soon as her hand came into contact with her right forearm. One of the effects of being directly hi
Simple Error Of JudgmentThe last remaining soldier gave a loud gasp before he fell limply upon the concreate ground, the harsh thud reverberating around the confines of the dimly let corridor. Unfazed by all the fallen enemies, five in total, scattered like heavy logs in a back garden, Georgia briskly made his way into the control room. He wasn’t alone; his fellow Agent, Rhode Island, lingered in the doorway, seeming to be preoccupied with the evidence of both the Freelancer’s shared handiwork.Rhode crouched down next to the recently killed guy, smiling smugly to himself underneath his helmet. The brainless idiot didn’t last five seconds at all. He’d made his last and final mistake when upon noticing his comrades dropping like flies, he lashed out with a desperate lunge with a standard military combat knife. Little did he realise that Rhode’s armoured gauntlets was equipped with twin Energy Daggers, the element of surprise working in Rhode’s favour.The Irishman lightly ta
Today's Throwback DayThrowback Thursday'sOn the supposed trend recently.While everyone is hoppingOn the already packed bandwagon,I just stand there likeSomeone has carved a statueOut of me, wondering justWhat the hell is this craze.Where did it come from?What exactly is its origins?I must have crawled outFrom underneath my rockBecause this is all new to me.The infection has spread,It's a worldwide pandemic,Yet I seem to be immune.
Don't You DareDon't tell me this ain't my jamWhen I rave so hard to this song.Don't assume I'm gonna lose my shitWhen I found out you've done wrong.Don't judge me without any knowledge,Like many others I'm a flawed human.Don't expect me to smile and laughWhen you always take me for a ride.I belong to nobody,I am my very own person.You can't dominate me,So don't you dare try it.Don't put silly words in my mouthWhen I'm capable of expressing words.Don't think of me as an immature brat,You'd be surprised at how wise I am.Don't put me down at your level,I despise rolling around in the dirt.Don't insult my intelligence with lies,The day will come when you'll regret it.I'm important like anyone else,We all deserved to be loved, admired.Your words do not leave a mark,They bounce off and fly away.
One Of The Zodiac's Beautiful PeoplePeople of such beautiful soulsInstantly brings a bright, contagiousSmile to one's face; you're on aCarousel of hopes and dreams,Eager to experience life with them.So much love I feel for fishes.
Insistent PatternI'm going to keep onForcing myself to write.I'll be my own veryPersonal instructor,You know the ones that youFind at the gym barkingOut orders to those whoCan't quite catch their breath.Then again I'll be firmAs a gigantic gust of wind;Dominant, relentless andPreserving until the end.I'll be soft too, easingMyself gently so I can mergeInto my comfort zone,Preferably with a force-fieldAround my bubble so as notTo get vehemently overwhelmed.
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
a window opena window opento breathe in lovethe cricket's serenade
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
Haikus from a nostalgic strollThe mist exhaled by the lake,When the bloody moon appeared in the sky,Was petrifiedLa brume expirée par le lac,Quand la lune de sang est apparue dans le ciel,S'est pétrifiéeFlowering Spring Even this old oak would like to wipeYour drops of tearsPrintemps en fleur Même ce vieux chêne aimerait essuyerVos gouttes de larmesIn the absence of my wife,My heart still beats for this young sake saleswomanLying on plum red leavesEn l'absence de ma femme,Mon coeur bat encore pour cette jeune vendeuse de sakéCouché sur les feuilles rouges de prunier
Winter Haiku WriMo 20092/1Moonsliver, mewling at distant stars whose cat are you tonight?2/2Maple branches worm through morning fog without sun, without shadows.2/3Chains caroling above empty swings;my winter blood slows.2/4Spider in the bath,Im not here to end your lonely day.2/5My window locked tight in slips the winter moon.2/6Lips pressed against air this memory of the present.2/7Garden stones dark with rain why am I not so quiet?2/8Trimming trees a poem fills with sawdust.2/9Her tail curls above piled leaves a question beginning.2/10Skirting the morning headlines raccoon steps in frost.2/11Hail at the window,knocking, but not to enter.2/12Passing a dog lying in the street how far away home is.2/13A break in the clouds branches leap into the sun.2/14Where does rain touch downin such a wind?2/15Rain prattles in the drainpipe awake at 3:00 a.m.2/16Rounding the bend,rails turn in
.the oaks crouch to greetme, i sit with the ferns andthe forest listens
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.