Literature Pieces Gallery

Koneko:

Fragile

I’m a fragile girl,
As fragile as life it’s self.

You probably haven’t noticed,
Most people don’t.

People yell around me,
Not knowing I’ll shatter with too much.

People speak crude around me,
Not knowing my ears can’t take it.

People say things are stupid,
Not knowing I like them.

People tell me things,
Not knowing I won’t understand.

People talk about me badly,
Not knowing I’ll hear everything.

People say “Grow up”,
Not knowing I never will.

People stare at me,
Not knowing I’ll feel them.

People scare me on purpose,
Not knowing I’ll break right away.

I’m a fragile girl,
As fragile as time.

Don’t make me more fragile,
With every act you do.

Help yourself to help me,
Not fall into a billion pieces.

I’m a fragile girl,
As fragile as a heart.

__________

“Kohana!!!” I was running around my new house trying to catch Kohana because she was running around with Ramen, the puppy, and he was freaking out. When I finally caught up with her I scooped her up into my arms and put Ramen on the floor. She laughed and tried to say something but couldn’t. Since she was a half demon she had already grown more then she should have. Her growing was slowing down to a normal growing pace, but was still a little more then it should be.
I sat down on the couch next to Sasuke and sat her in my lap. It was just a little longer until New Years, and Kohana was all hyper on candy and things to keep her up. That would be all thanks to my brothers and my husband. They thought she should stay up for 2009… even though she was only a few months old, but looked and acted like a 3 year old.
My entire family was there at my house for New Years. Sasuke insisted on having them over because we had gone over to their place for Christmas. I guess it made since. I sat there on the couch cuddled up with Sasuke and Kohana under a blanket waiting out the last few minutes. My mom, step dad, dad, and step mom were all on the other couch hanging out together. I was always glade to see them like that. I couldn’t help but look around and count how many people were in the one huge room, and the kitchen. I looked around and saw Adrian, Brandon, Jaden, Pam, Tammy, Scott, Kamy, Tara, Itachi, Nozomi, Lori, Sueji, Ria, David, Violet, Yukito, Kiba, Naruto, Sarah, Sakura, Tony, Samii, Brian, Mom, Dad, my mother in-law, my father in-law, Brigitte, Leeda, Shay, Kozakura, and Zane. Wow that’s a mouth full… so 32 people plus me, Sasuke, and Kohana. I should probably lower my guest list…
I looked over at the tv just at the right time because the ball was just getting ready to drop. Kohana became restless in my lap and the entire energy from everyone had changed to happiness. I looked up at Sasuke to see him smiling down at me. I smiled back and cuddled close to him. We all watched the tv until it there was 10 seconds left and we all started to count down; even Kohana slightly. “…three, two, one!” the entire room yelled and I heard poppers go off everywhere; mostly from the boys.
I looked down at Kohana to see her very happy, but the candy was wearing off. As I tried to stand up, I got pulled back down by Sasuke who kissed me deeply on the lips for about 10 seconds. During the kiss, Kohana drifted off to sleep. I pulled away as I heard low coughs coming from around the room telling everyone that was kissing to stop. I got up and walked to Kohana’s room; Sasuke on our tail.
As I put Kohana down in her crib, Sasuke came up and wrapped his arms around me. “Happy New Year, love,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled to him and leaned back in him. He held me tighter and we stood there for a while swinging back and forth. I finally dragged him back into the living room to stares of wonder.
“Gosh people, we didn’t do anything. Can’t we put our own daughter down?” I said to everyone making them turn their gaze away. I sat back down in Sasuke’s lap on the couch and fell asleep there. I was too tired to say goodbye to all of my friends and stay up longer. I woke to blankets over me and in my bed with no Sasuke. He must have still been out with everyone talking. As I drifted back off to sleep I heard the door open and Sasuke came in and laid next to me; not noticing I was awake again. I hugged him and he jumped, but I didn’t mind saying anything. I just let us both fall asleep into the New Year.

Eitoku:

My sleep.

My wonderful sleep.

My glorious sleep.

How you always manage to find me.

How you always manage to save me.

How you always seem to love me.

I know I love you too.

I look for you everywhere.

I even find you in the daytime.

Sometimes I wish that my sleep could just take me over.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if it did.

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without it.

But I know that you'll never leave me.

But I always seem to find you.

But I always look forward to seeing you.

And I always seem depressed.

And I always agonize.

And I always cry and scream

When I have to leave you.

When reality wakes me up.

When its time to get up.

So that I can't be with you.

So that I have to stay awake.

Until I find away

Until it's time again

To find my way

Into my wonderful, glorious, sleep.

Anabelle Rose:

Forever
I spend forever in deep serenity,
happy that I'm there,
surrounded by the emotions of myself,
Forever

I waste my days,
dreaming of what I know,
my mind is full of details,
Forever

I delve into the inner me,
happy that I'm there,
part of me will be unknown,
Forever.

My life slowly comes to an end,
a full life that I'm proud of,
I watch the earth and its beauty,
Forever

Faye:

I look out the window
There are clouds in the sweet blue sky
If I walk outside I can hear the crunch of leaves
The wind whips over the ground, in a cool breeze

I look out the window
I see little flakes fall from the sky
Outside there's no leaves
The wind moves around me in a freezing breeze

I look out the window
The sun is high in the sky
There are bright green leaves
We need to go to the pool and hide from the hot breeze

I look out the window
There are white fluffy clouds in the sky
Flowers hang beside the big and small leaves
My hair is silently being picked up by the sweet breeze

I look out the window
And see the world

Rein:

Sullen

A cut in my soul; my wrists are bleeding.
There's guilt in your heart after deceiving.
Vexed inside, with horror i scream
Murky in my soul, deep in my dreams.
Love is something not made for me.
I can't be with you, we're not meant to be.
Curious and hurt my scared heart cries,
and ripped apart my bliss again dies.
So far away, i still wait for you
With hope in my eyes, this will come true.
The cold touch of sadness hugs me again.
Your void hear, Love, doesn't feel pain.
Daunted by your cold, afraid of your hate,
Sullen of your prowess of cutting my fate.

Abel:

Miss Untouchable

I watch from afar,
From rooftops and cars,
I know who you are,
Miss Untouchable.

Your shirts and dresses,
could never be messes,
You're better than perfect,
Miss Untouchable.

You with your man, makes me jealous
Perhaps I'm over-zealous,
But I plot your end,
Miss Untouchable.

I sneak up from behind,
On you, so divine,
You need not wait much longer,
Miss Untouchable.

The knife, it gleams,
before you can scream,
I now end you,
Miss Untouchable.

Your unbelieving mouth gapes,
As I make my escape,
This is how it ends,
Miss Untouchable.

I watched from afar,
From rooftops and cars,
I knew who you were,
Miss Untouchable.

Your shirts and dresses,
Now in tatters and messes,
No longer so perfect,
NO LONGER UNTOUCHABLE.

__________

Loss

I wish I may,
I wish I might,
To make amends,
With you tonight.

I find myself,
Atop your steps,
Without you, so long,
I have slept.

You open the door,
Hand in hand,
With one I know,
My best man.

The sadness, it maims me,
The rage, it claims me,
Gun from pocket, I pull,
Fear clouds those eyes, so divine.

The trigger is pulled,
A bullet expelled,
Blood stains these hands,
It is mine.

I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have god grant this,
My final respite.

Is this already closed? I noticed that there's only one author thus far... Any chance I can still join, even though the date is passed?

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Denny:

Flying Time, Changes

Time passes by
and the universe is inevitable to change
Its funny how no one thinks it is strange
Looking up at the non-changing sky
Lots of birds that fly on by
They get to travel far and see,
go where ever they want and just be free
When above, do they notice all the changes
Cities, rivers, mountain ranges
I wonder if they see this alter
Do they think about it before they falter
They do not falter but do still know
How when time begins to show
Flying around they adjust with time
Earth is theirs, yours, and mine
Time passes by
I guess even birds change, we all really do
Everyone and everything especially me and you.

Riaru:

Fold




The filthy, run-down saloon reeked of stale whiskey and sweat. The poignant stench of animals from the nearby barn permeated the entire room. A thin, hazy cloud of smoke obscured the dim lights. The rotted remains of a forgotten piano stood in the corner of the room. The ordinary bartender spat into a mug, and then proceeded to rub out the inside with a rag that had seen better days. The entire saloon was empty, save for five people sitting around a table. “Bartender, come and deal for us,” one of them called out.

Mann observed the other four that he would be playing against. Although he had spent several months with them, he did not know a thing about them, other than what they called themselves, and what they had offered to him. On his right was Desperado. The majority of his face was concealed by the shadow of his hat. What could be seen were his beady eyes, which constantly stole furtive glances around the saloon. His tongue occasionally flickered out in a manner that was disgustingly similar to a rattlesnake. He sat easily enough in the chair, but his left hand never strayed far from the holster on his waist.

On Mann’s left sat Mademoiselle. From a distance, she seemed to be the epitome of feminine beauty. Up close, one could see the layers of gauze and mascara that barely concealed her age. Few noticed this though, for the dress she wore was… less than modest. Noticing his stare, Mademoiselle leaned forward and fluttered her eyelashes. Mann looked to the next person.

Next to Mademoiselle sat Lush. Lush was the oldest of the group. Every insult off of his tongue was slurred into the next. His eyelids drooped and his body swayed with the burden of too many years of liquor. His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, moved to refill the scotch in front of him. For a second, Mann made eye contact with him, and saw the sharp blue eyes cutting into his own. Lush’s body may have gone to waste, but those clear eyes showed that his mind was still capable of a cunning, dangerous intelligence. Lush slumped forward; his hand acting surprisingly quick to prevent injury.

Across from Mann was the person known as King, the unofficial ringleader of the motley crew. King was a small, portly man. He sat smugly in his chair, puffing away at a cigar. Despite the smile he wore on his face and the twinkle in his eye, Mann could feel a deep malevolence seeping from him. The feeling might have been caused by the fact that his smile was like the smile of a starving man with a feast in front of him. His actions, although few, were decisive and brazen. They did not show any signs of hesitation-or regret.

The bartender dealt out the last card, then slowly walked back behind the counter to finish cleaning the mug. There was a moment of silence as the five observed one another. As one, they picked up their hands.

Mann looked at the cards fate had dealt him. His eye fell upon the Ace of Hearts, which sent him on a trip to the past. Back when he was a lad, he had had a friend called Ace.

Ace’s real name was Marcutious von Keldenhorf, or something else equally unpronounceable, but due to his skill with the rifle, he quickly gained the name Ace. Ace had often bragged that he could shoot off the feathers of an Indian’s headband from one hundred paces away on a pitch black night. Unfortunately, Mann had never been able to find an Indian willing to test his friend. This, among other things, had made Mann and Ace the plague of the town. When a prank occurred or something went missing, they were the first one’s questioned. However, they kept the pranks small and harmless, and anything stolen was an item of little value. They looked out for each other, through thick and thin. If one got caught, the other turned himself in.

Much less could be said about Mann’s current friends in the dusty old saloon. Lush would talk cheerfully with him while his hand slid towards Mann’s pocket for money to drown himself in alcohol. Desperado put as much thought into shooting someone for their possessions as the common man put into blowing his nose. All three were never at ease with each other. How had he fallen in with these vagabonds?

Those cards were the answer. The suspense, the danger, and the very nature of the game made Mann ecstatic. He was not sure when he began to enjoy the game, but it did not really matter to him anyway. He was doing what he loved to do.

Mann blinked. He had to stay sharp and focus on this game, or else they would tear his wallet apart like wolves at a fallen deer. Mann observed the next card in his hand: the Queen of Hearts. Her eyes were the same color as his wife’s. The Queen’s eye cut through the greedy fog wrapped around his mind, dredging the memories of her to the surface.

His wife’s slim figure was outlined by the moonlight. Without looking at him, she said, “Hey, Mann. What do you think you’ll do in the future? I think I’d like to be a teacher.”

After a moment, Mann said, “I think I’d like to work at one of those fancy casinos.”

She turned around to face him. “Why?”

“Pay’s good.”

“Yes, the pay is good. So what’s the real reason?”

Mann sighed. He knew that her adamant will would not back down until he gave her the true reason. But, it was one of the reasons he loved her.

“It’s thrilling, to watch those people risk everything on the luck of the draw.”

“Mann, please promise me that you won’t play. I hear all these stories ‘bout people who put money on those, and not a single one of ‘em turns out wealthy, and-“

“Shhh. I promise.”

But in the end, he had broken that promise to her, along with every other promise he had ever made. How long ago had that been? He had buried the memories of his wife and the shame by spending time with women like Mademoiselle- more women than he could remember. But now, the blade of guilt cut deep into his stomach, and regret rose like bile in his throat. He was certain that she would never forgive him.



The third card was the Jack of Hearts. He had had a son, once upon a time, whose name was Jack.

Several of the townsmen were clapping Mann on the back, while many of the town boys were staring from their perch on the fence, with their mouths agape. One cowboy said gruffly, “Ye’ve got some guts there Mann, to stand in front of a charging bull like that.” Mann had just lured an escaped bull back into its pin. He had jumped aside at the last moment, when collision had seen inevitable.

Jack ran up to him and asked, “Pa, how come you wasn’t scared?”

Mann chuckled and replied, “I was scared.” The cowboys laughed while their heads nodded in agreement.

Jack continued, “Then how come you din’t jump outta the way sooner or run away?”

Mann responded with the same line his father had once told him, “If you face your fears, that’s good. If you turn away from your fears, you’ll be looking over your shoulder at ‘em for the rest o’ your life.”

Those words which he had long forgotten now rang clearly in his ears. Mann stood up from the dingy table. King’s smile turned to a frown. He said, “Surely you aren’t already folding! We haven’t even begun to bet, your hand can’t possibly be that bad.”

Mann glanced at his hand and saw the Ten, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace of Hearts. Trepidation filled his body as he realized that he was looking at a royal flush. The royal flush was quite an anomaly, and with it, a player could top even a full house.

The seemingly simple discretion stretched into two walks of life. He could play the hand, spend the rest of his years gambling and living in the thrill of the bet, and possibly obtain fortune and a little fame. The scrape of the fresh, aesthetic poker cards across a table, all manifestation of emotion concealed on one’s face, the distraught atmosphere caused by alcohol and cigars, and the constant threat of the loss were all thrills of the game. Mann knew them all too well, and he also knew what was necessary.

“I fold,” he said simply, and the cards fell from his hands. The other four stood up as well, the frown on King’s face turning to a scowl filled with anger. “Now wait just a minute here. Who do you think you are to suddenly-“

“I trust there is not a problem, sirs?” the bartender asked quietly. The mug was gone, and he was now busy cleaning a two-barrel shotgun pointed in the direction of the table.

“Thank you,” Mann said. His town of voice was similar to a sinner confessing to a benevolentsaint. The bartender nodded towards the double-hinged doors.

Mann stepped outside. He did not know where to begin looking, but he was certain that one day he would find the family he had never truly loved until today. The wind was hot and filled with dirt and the stench of beasts, but Mann had never breathed anything so clear.