Spark And IgniteHe’s a fiery sun god,A king sat upon his throne.I’m a child of the Underworld,An emotional sorceress.Water and fire, both elementsCollide in raw bubbling glory.This scorpion wishes not toSting this noble lion’s thick mane.I’ll be playful, bold, attentive,Roll around with him in the earth.My stinger is sheathed like a sword,I’ve no reason to utilise my weapon.A golden bullet lodges deep, goingThrough fragile tissues of my brain.I can feel it free falling; no doubtIt will penetrate my awakening heart.He’s already beneath my skin, andYet I welcome the attraction completely.
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.
.a leaf falls; it toohas had to sever itselffrom the one it loves
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Haikuwrimo February 200928thbare trunksalong the forest path -gravestones in a clearing------27thlow tide -stones piled uponwet stones------26thsilent breeze -a moorhen passing throughthe norfolk reeds------25thwinter heathland -ponds reflectingpieces of sky------24thbreak in the traffic -ducks flapping pastin a line------23rdHythe canal -a duck's wake scatteringthe trees' reflections------22ndheavy rainon the playing fieldsswans float------21stclear night sky -a car's enginefading away------20ththick fog -dew droplets catchthe faint sunlight------19thbetween firand pine -a crow in flight------18thgrey dawn -a wave crashesinto cool air------17thwith snow on the groundand now without it -a pigeon's coo------16thclouds' unbrokenambiguity -first crocuses------15thmorning sun -the crackof cleaved wood------14thdawn shadows -a grass bladehalf frosted(featured in Riverbed Haiku Spring 2009)------13thwaning light -each breathmore visible
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
renga tree- hangoverjust before dawnthe hunchbacked moonlimps home
Temporary EtherealityOne moment you're there,Bringing beauty to my life.Next moment you're gone,Leaving me here, all aloneTo cope in this hard, grey world.
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
Midnight: A RensakuI'll hold you, fold youtuck you safe in my rib-cage -like first love's lettersI'll seek heaven in your gaze,constellations on your lipsCatch the butterfliesfluttering in my rib-cage -they know me so wellWrite on cerulean skies,breathe under turquoise watersYou pick at my scabskiss me deep in my rib-cage -while I ache from blissI'm but a half-baked body,your warmth will surely rot me
Corralling CrayfishA deep drainage ditch ran through our neighborhood and right behind my childhood home. In Spring it would flood and we would bike around the streets in a foot or two of water. In Summer when the water was low we would swing on low branches, fence with willow reeds, and study the curious creatures that shared it with us. In Autumn there were always plenty of tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins to throw at each other and carve. In Winter we would sled down the precipitous southern bank trying to avoid patches of thin ice. It was a smelly, nasty hole filled with leeches, chiggers, and fish that bit, and heaven for a pack of wild children like us. corralling crayfishbehind a makeshift dam a leech on my toeour neighborhood was poorbut had the coolest playground
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.