Last Day In Squad 11
On my last day in squad 11 I was out on routine patrol near the outer borders of the rukon district. I was in a small team lead by the fourth seat, Choujiro Kanada. Usually I ran
The Candy Baron Scribbles
Poetry, random write-ups, maybe an occasional excerpt or two.
8 membersSich Verlieben
I don't know if I'll fall in love again. The first time was like stepping out of a cave, greeted by a sky I'd never seen before. Her smile was like the sun. It was bright, it was
Saturday
"What's up?" That's what you'd say to me every saturday morning. I'd tell you I was trying to wake up and you'd laugh a little. I'd sit up and ask how you were doing. You'd sigh and mumble
Mirror Woman
Not a lot is said about the woman in the mirror. There's a silence to her form, but her presence calls attention. Her gaze freezes you in place. Those smooth dark eyes are a sea that stretches far
Thorns
There are thorns in the garden. I try to focus on the lilacs and lavenders, but every now and then the thornbush creeps above the flowerbed. Dark, twisted, ugly thorns disrupting the landscape. Intruding on my solitude. They
Yeahh...I Don't Know
Write a note, fold it up, toss it to the ether. I used to be in love with you. Or at least I thought I was. Now your burning silver eyes, are nothing more than dim headlights. Your
Lavender
Take a stroll in the evening breeze, under the summer sky. Breathe along with the clouds, slow and calm. Dance for a while, feel your feet kick up the earth beneath you. You're in the ashes of a
24
Lost most of my demons in gardens and drowned all the rest in some battery acid. A decade of pain burned in a second like blue fire on absinthe. The sky wasn't there when i was born, but
My Favourite Place
My favourite place to get lost was in her eyes. Those sparkling eyes always made me forget the world around me. Sometimes they were blue, a calming sea of crystal fragments that made diamonds look like broken glass.
She is
Perfection is impossible for humans, but she is. She is bold, but calm. She is Snow White reincarnated. Flawless without a doubt, her smile can eat deep into your soul like an earthworm. Those her perfectly shaped lips
Green
I thought I saw you in a window. You were at your favourite café, drinking coffee with your hair in a bun. You had on your favourite sweater, and that big stupid grin I haven't seen in
Black
Her eyes run deeper than obsidian. A smooth jet black, like marble on the floor of a palace. They call to you; they beckon. They offer you the chance to lose yourself for a while, to gaze into
Blue
I'm in love with you. In love with the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way the sunlight catches your hair. In love with the way you curl up next to me when it rains. The
Dead Poets Society
I started out as a young poet Back then my poems were bright and happy and numerous. But I was in love, what more can I say? I wrote poems about love, Poems about smiles, Poems about sunsets
The Hangman's Rhetoric
Pour me a drink and I'll tell you a lie. Now then, what would you like to hear? I could tell you there's purpose and good in the world, But now, that wouldn't be sincere. The world is
Quitter
"Suicide is for quitters." I've heard that somewhere before, but I don't remember who it was. I never got the appeal suffering through life all the way to the end. Most people don't make it past half a
Desert
Living with depression is like trudging through a desert. Its dry, its empty, you’re tired and alone. People tell you it gets better, and sometimes you believe it because you need the hope to keep you going. But
Wendigo
June 7th, 1727 "The baby is coming!" Claire shouted. "Breathe, Anna, breathe." "Where's Marcus?!" Annabelle yelled back. "He said he'd be here. He promised!!" She just couldn't understand what could be keeping him; there really weren't that many
Seventeen
What to say about this one…I was in love at seventeen. No, really. I was. It was such a long time ago I’m not sure how it even happened. One second I was fine and the next my
Open Up
I feel like opening up is hard for a lot of people, and its usually for good reason. Bad things happen to people all the time and if we can’t immediately express emotion, we tend to bottle it