My heart; it pitches a tiny blank pace,
Everyday I don't wake up to see your bright face.
Please my beloved, for if you leave home
My heart beats it out like a sad metronome.
The Wedding SpeechYou should know, I had a dream of giving you a speech on your wedding.
It was white and glittery. A little like a white Christmas but without the noise. It was diamonds and satin and white flowers. A June wedding.
Your man was dashing. He was in a white suit, if I can remember.
You were stunning, as you always have. You make your sweatshirts seem like wedding gowns, so surprise me if I found you absolutely beautiful in the real thing.
A microphone was handed to me and I had a card up. I was never good with speeches.
I've always wondered why we were friends. As if fire and water were to meet long enough to make something of themselves before they douse or evaporate, but they never seem to create something; only a sight to reckon with. You were brash and outgoing and adventurous; I was selective and cautious and unnerving.
We've never had time together. We were always on the other side of campus, like the weights of a turntable that never seem to meet, just to keep the balance
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Fenny sinks her elbows down on the lavatory. She scoops up the water running from the tap and splashes it to her face. Like Tressif from the apartment doldrums and Gunnels back at the locker room, Fenny copes with the player switch of Roo Island and Brightvale with an empty frustration. Gordo was always there for her, even after the final buzzer. Now, he simply wouldn't. He would be sitting on a different bench on a different locker room mingling with different players on a different team. He is on a different land now, and there is nothing she can do but see him on the opposite side of the field. I guess it takes some time for it to sink in, doesn't it? Fenny asks herself.
She reaches for a clean towel on the restroom counter and pats herself dry. When she lowers her towel, she gets startled by her own reflection. Having realized that it was only just her reflection, she takes a little chuckle in the bathroom. Surprise! I'm ugly!
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After practice, as a token of gratitude, "Squeaky" Tressif offers the team (including the manager) a night out for dinner. They deliberate for Shenkuu cuisine (Shenkuusine by some,) and find the perfect niche on the boardwalk of Blumaria.
The restaurant, the Paper Lantern, has been in business for a small number of decades, and is run by an equally small Shenkuuvian clan settled quietly in the borders of Roo Island. It's had its fair share of slow nights, but tonight, it's going to be the talk of the town when Team Roo Island enters its doors.
At least, it would be, if the team trudged in through the door in full uniform signing autographs for aspiring Neopets. But that draws too much attention. One call from the likes of the Times and they'll have to exit through the kitchen doors. Exiting through anybody's kitchen doors is always a bad thing. As a manager, Keila Varoix is always prepared for situations like this.
King of Unrequited LoveHe sat there by the bed on my apartment window, intently typing out the little thoughts his scatter-brain could not catch by the flitting minute. He was wrapped with the coats and scarves of a million scavengers by the cold window frost. He tapped out his keyboard with the gentle sound like rain that spread throughout my room as I lounged staring at the ceiling. The night was just about to begin with dusk plastered behind the city silhouette outside. He left to buy some coffee, since the last batch brewed had emptied from my pot, and he left with one last warning, pointing at his laptop:
"Do not read it."
As the curious little caterpillar that I am, as soon as the latches of the downstairs door and the stone steps of my building sloshed with his iron-toed boots, I shed my blue blanket into the broken oak floor and trudged towards the screen. It reflected the crystal lights the frost on my window had gathered, and the white starked throughout that little corner of my room. I sat up, str
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The sun blazes on the local sports arena. It is much, much smaller than the grand behemoth sitting in Altadorthe land, after all, invented the sportbut the small stadium feels right at home with its bright colors and its open field. Rumor says it has the largest concession stand in the whole of Neopia. Go figure.
On the rubberized oval surrounding the Yooyuball field the team circles it at different intervals. Fenny, the first to lay her tracks on the gravel, keeps at her pace, straightforward and vigilant, avoiding any company. High above is Clutch, hovering over the arena. He strengthens his greatest assets, his wings, by bringing the heavy duty wing guards and strapping them on for his usual jogs. His wings need to block the hardiest passes and scoring shots, so they need every chance of exercise they can get. Trailing behind is Lilo and Jair. Besides other things, being the center and right forwards they talk strategy almost constantly.
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The clasping of gear echoes through the empty halls of the local stadium. They come from the locker room, which is occupied by the Neopets who make the Rooligans on the bleachers scream with fury; who make their temples pulse with dedication and adrenaline. This is their first time playing since the championshipsor rather, for the second bracket. The team, since the very start, fights promisingly; shocking even (and that's just the uniforms). The Rooligans bagged the fourth place trophy on the very first Cup and it was going up from there. By the third Cup, the ramshackle team of misfits from the small island won first place. But as the trend goes, the winners were knocked out of their pedestals and placed in the shoes of the jesters. They were pushed as far as ninth place on the fourth Cup. Rooligans everywhere were devastated.
But like a tireless factory worker on the surface of Kreludor, the muck did not stop them from defying gravity. The team wo
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Roo Island draws crowds of various melting pots for different reasons. For once, the subjects of a kingdom enjoy having a king. King Roo governs the island with a "jelly fist" making his everydays legendary. One might think: if everyday's a jolly holiday in Roo Island, then no day is a holiday in Roo Island. But in the sheer prospect of merrymaking, Roo Islanders, or, as what they colloquially call themselves, Rooligans, make it happen.
Perhaps the wow factor is the fact that the entire island is a proud amusement park. Exclusively why it's a summer getaway (or any other sort of seasonal getaway) is because of the carnival appeal. Roo Island boasts of housing the Games Room (thanks in part to the overhaul from the bug invasion earlier this year), the Merry Go Round and the Art District: hot spots for creativity and fun.
What perchance a most well-known landmark in Roo Island is its grand boardwalk, located in the port city of the kingdom, Blumaria. It wraps around the island's bay for
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Sunlight slats across the room as morning peeps its righteous head. In a bed by the corner a huddle of blankets bunch up, enveloping a mass of fatigued musclesonce agile and steady, now a dormant volcano. The Lupe rolls over his entangled blankets, only to have his sleep disturbed by one of the sunlit stripes that zoom across the room, aligning itself with one of his eyes. He squints and casts the covers over his head. He is not accustomed to early morningnot after he started his two week vacation, anyway. His groans, slight and deep-throated, echo under his blanket hideout. He does not want the morning to start.
Tough luck, then, to have a manager like Keila Varoix. The veracious Blumaroo comes over at least once a day, usually just after the sun comes up, with an attitude that can cut through the hardiest player. Thing is, she wants his morning to start. It gives her the thrill to make his morning start. If any odd job, good habit or tiny exe
Dear Weasel23 Milkweed Avenue
Pritchett, British Columbia
December 15, 2009
I would like to tell you that you've won, fair and square.
Well, not really.
I mean, in terms of what had happened over these past few months, I believe you have earned yourself a gold star. Or even a trophy for what you've achieved. Not that I'm writing in constant loathing, or anything, (and who has ever mentioned horrible things like that, anyway?) but I am writing you a letter of congratulations.
And you ask, yourself, Olivia: why is this pathetic bloke snail-mailing me a glorious congratulations letter?
That is a good question.
I'm happy to dieSomeone once told me
That I was the sun.
I shone oh so brightly
But now that's all all gone.
I've tried to be happy
But some things don't change.
I just feel more crappy
The more that I stay.
So I'm gonna leave,
No time for good-bye.
So fuck all you bitches!
I'm happy to die.
TimeIf time had stood still
before our last goodbye
then we could be together still,
still by each other´s side.
I would tell you all the things,
I´ve longed so much to tell you.
We`d take each other by the hand
our precious love would continue.
They say time is a healer
but time itself won´t tell,
if broken hearts can ever heal,
when missing you is hell.
The time waits for no man,
it races by each day.
The days alone become lonely years
with nothing left to say.
Accept maybe thank you my love,
I was proud, so proud to be your wife.
Thank you for your amazing love,
the way it influenced my life.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach. 22nd January 2015
SeafoamI think that perhaps I will live life alone
And die silent and soft in my vagabond home
Outlive the people who still know my name
And through my departure, leave earth just the same
I'll leave no one behind me to cry in the night
I'll leave no great sorrow or absence of light
But if I end up leaving someone behind
And I sleep, uninvited in thoughts in your mind
I have no great wisdom to banish your sorrow
No special thoughts for a brighter tomorrow
But please, dear friend, if you find yourself able
Don't strap me down to a cold metal table
Don't paint my face or polish my nails
Or set me up in a box and peer in through the rails
Just wrap me in cotton and rock me to sleep
And lower me into the billowing deep
Don't let me rot in a box in a grave
I want to dissolve into seafoam and waves
What If I Can't Forget You?What if I can forget you, and why won't your voice get out of my head?
What do you think about before you
Go to bed?
Is it selfish to ask you think of me?
Or do you really just not care.
I'm ready to just leave these feelings be.
These feeling that are other worldly.. it just isn't fair.
Words cannot express how happy you make me feel.
Even our little talks leave me wanting more.
This is too much to bear too much to deal.
And in the end what are these feelings even for.
To be tossed aside and pushed away.
I can only pray that I'm more to you.
For now my soul will continue to pay
For falling in love with you.
MonsterThe light that shined in your eyes for me has been darkened forevermore
My mistakes have done more damage than my words can restore.
I wish that I could rewind time and stop myself from causing you pain
You tried so hard for so long to help me, but I threw it all down the drain.
I let one tear become more important than the millions of smiles you had painted upon my face
I took for granted the heart that you trusted me with, a precious thing that nothing can replace.
So tightly to me, did you once cling
And in return I made you feel like your sacrifices didn't mean a thing.
I hate myself for all that I have done
For destroying the heart that could shine brighter than the sun.
I wrapped my hands around it and squeezed until I felt it breaking
All that we had wanted and worked for, I was forsaking.
Had I not become this monster, I would never have to feel lonely
Both now and then, I have loved and wanted you only.
But I only thought of myself and didn't see you losing your smile
Don't CrySoak your hands in blood
From my hearts final flood
After all of my pain
At last it can drain
I’m tired of being alone
But my heart has turned to stone
The doors have been sealed
I will never be healed
I know someday I’ll die
But I hope you won’t cry
You never should have cared
My pain should not be shared
It’s mine to carry
And mine to bury
But its hold was too great
I broke loose too late
Intoxicating AsphyxiationDown and down I go
When I stop
I don’t yet know
Careening toward the abyss
All I know
Has come to this
My soul decays
In the halls
Where no one plays
The silence is suffocating
And the asphyxiation
A feeling I learned to treasure
When I had
Not a hint of pleasure
When I’m gone you’ll carry on
I never will be
Rebuild my hope.I think I lost you..
Gone for more than 3 months, and still missing.
You were always there.
You wrapped up my blade before it reached my skin.
You lifted my frown into a smile.
You pumped fresh blood into my no longer beating heart.
The walls were crimson, the floor sapphire.
Hope was nothing, but a last name.
I was laying down on that cyber hospital bed, recovery slow to come.
Then you walked in with a gust of letters.
You knew me when I was of my last name, you know me as I am with my current.
Or do you?
I want to talk to you so bad.
I want to make crazy plans with you again.
I just want your speech in my inbox.
Just to know you're okay..
Just to know.
You dedicated your life to relighting the fires in the dampened eyes.
You dedicated your life to build the walls that have slowly crumbled.
I dedicated my life to become as great as you..
The world is cold.
It's now colder without you.
I just want one letter..
Just to know you're okay.
Just to know that you aren