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.
A Sinner's LullabyHush little baby,
Don’t say a word.
The lines between good and sin
Close your eyes,
And say goodnight.
You’ll find your light.
Have sweet dreams,
My dear young love.
You’re barren of.
Hush little baby,
Rest your head.
Your shining hope
Is not yet dead.
Mirrored EyesMy mirrored eyes
Reflect what people see
Not my lies
But yet it’s me
Cast the shadow
That steals my form
Release the arrow
Unleash the storm
The damns break apart
Sealed inside no more
It took but a single dart
To penetrate the core
You've unleashed a sea
That was locked away
Deep inside of me
All my fears are washed away
But then I return
To the place I flood
What didn't burn
Is stained in blood
I clean the mess
I left behind
The game of chess
At last aligned
Shove me under cold watersWhy is this world so cold?
Why do their stares match their hearts?
What did I do to them..?
I was born this way priest..
Why do your followers hate me so much?
Why do they wish to burn me on a stake?
Why do they chant for me to burn in Hell?
Have I truly done anything wrong?
Is being born like this a sin?
Why is hiding who I truly am gonna save me?
Priest..Will you baptise me today?
Will you pray for me, every night before you close your eyes?
Or will you shun me like your followers have?
Is your religion just smoke and mirrors?
What do I have left to hold on to?
Shove me under cold waters, priest.
Or I will plunge into them myself...
Broken LetterSometimes I wake to silence,
And my heart breaks again.
Sometimes I hear your laughter
in the echoes of the rain,
some times I feel your hand
touching mine, and feel the pain
as I remember you are no longer there.
If it would mean that for a day
I could walk with you,
I would sell my soul
for a chance to make that true.
If I could hold you for a moment
I know I could make it though,
but I can't, and darkness fills me.
I think some times how easy
it would be for me to die.
I lie awake and think of you,
alone I sit and cry,
and in the shadow of my pain
I cling to life and try
to be someone that you can view with pride.
Each day I work my hands
till they bleed and break.
each night I sit and suffer
as I relive each mistake,
Always have I loved you,
without you here I fear I'll break.
But for you I will try to hold on.
In my dreams you call my name
asking why I let you go.
You look on with teary eyes
such inner pain your face will show,
and wake in tears of anguish
JackCarve out my inside
Leaving me hollow and cold
With a fake smile
And a falsely burning heart
Too soon I’ll just rot away
It all means nothingThose months I spent with you.
Did they really mean nothing?
Do you really want to hide me from everyone?
What am I gonna be for you?!
Just a fucking ghost?
Why does this hurt so bad?
This feeling of impenetrable loneliness,
this darkness that surrounds me everyday!
Didn't you understand the love I felt for you?
Didn't you understand how long I wanted us to mean something...
It means nothing!
Everything we ever were is nothing!
Little BirdHello little birdy,
Won't you bring me along.
I see you chirping so beautifully,
a very sad song.
You fly with grace,
And fly with speed.
Chasing your other birdy friends,
Way up in the trees.
Won't you stay a while,
Little birdy, with me.
I need someone to sit here,
And sing with me.
But your smart,
Little birdy, just you fly away.
Don’t stay with the girl,
That has lost her way.
A Pair of Blue Eyes
Oh hark, to my surprise,
All I see are those same blue eyes
The same eyes filled with wonder,
Filled with mystery
Which led me to ponder what
Became of thier history
The pair of blue eyes that haunt me
The same eyes that taunt me
I see them in the darkest shadows
Rising up, hitting me like arrows
I feel drawn to thier light,
They can be as black as night
With that a lot can be told
Eyes are windows to the soul
The pair of eyes that tease me,
The same eyes don't appease me,
They try to push me away
And thought there is danger; I must stay
Those same blue eyes hold a secret I want to see
The person who owns them, means so much to me.