Inside I slumbered within the fancy of time in my ancient youth, living in but a fantasy
my soul left my body like old, decaying slippers, into the protected chasms of my mind
From a far: my eyes like telescope lenses searching the universe that lied outside my world
when would time move again like a locomotive on the time-line of my life
Where do I begin but at the end, when I met the love of my life, seems but a flash ago
Words sent on quantum strings like paper-cup phones, my rapid-eye movement became to slow
Never did I phantom that once I found the other piece of my heart that too many other pieces would be missing
Waking up to a world that had pass me by, I have no clue what to do
I arrived at the station of my body, feeling the numbness subside to depression
Feeling the flood of emotions kept in a bottle tossed into the waves of time, come back to me once again
Now I stare into my loves eyes, upon the bed: insomnia to my dreams
With nostalgia of my hide-a-way from life, wishing I could offer more to my love than a world built on fantasy: a poof of smoke
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Dec 31, 2009
0 Poem Prose: Inside of myself
Inside I slumbered within the fancy of time in my ancient youth, living in but a fantasy
my soul left my body like old, decaying slippers, into the protected chasms of my mind
From a far: my eyes like telescope lenses searching the universe that lied outside my world
when would time move again like a locomotive on the time-line of my life
Where do I begin but at the end, when I met the love of my life, seems but a flash ago
Words sent on quantum strings like paper-cup phones, my rapid-eye movement became to slow
Never did I phantom that once I found the other piece of my heart that too many other pieces would be missing
Waking up to a world that had pass me by, I have no clue what to do
I arrived at the station of my body, feeling the numbness subside to depression
Feeling the flood of emotions kept in a bottle tossed into the waves of time, come back to me once again
Now I stare into my loves eyes, upon the bed: insomnia to my dreams
With nostalgia of my hide-a-way from life, wishing I could offer more to my love than a world built on fantasy: a poof of smoke
my soul left my body like old, decaying slippers, into the protected chasms of my mind
From a far: my eyes like telescope lenses searching the universe that lied outside my world
when would time move again like a locomotive on the time-line of my life
Where do I begin but at the end, when I met the love of my life, seems but a flash ago
Words sent on quantum strings like paper-cup phones, my rapid-eye movement became to slow
Never did I phantom that once I found the other piece of my heart that too many other pieces would be missing
Waking up to a world that had pass me by, I have no clue what to do
I arrived at the station of my body, feeling the numbness subside to depression
Feeling the flood of emotions kept in a bottle tossed into the waves of time, come back to me once again
Now I stare into my loves eyes, upon the bed: insomnia to my dreams
With nostalgia of my hide-a-way from life, wishing I could offer more to my love than a world built on fantasy: a poof of smoke
Dec 30, 2009
0 Prose : The world I live in, there's no sunshine.
The world I live in, there's no sunshine.
There's no nature, just artificial remnants from another time
I live in blackness, conserving my energy allowance for the day.
Alone by myself, robots have become my friends.
Machines resembling a race that erased itself from existence: for all I know, I am the only one.
Is there a world out there, an alien world, in all the void of the universe.
A galaxy out their full of unimaginable creations.
Is it possible for a technology to take me to the past, to another existence: full of abundant life: only God knows.
There's no nature, just artificial remnants from another time
I live in blackness, conserving my energy allowance for the day.
Alone by myself, robots have become my friends.
Machines resembling a race that erased itself from existence: for all I know, I am the only one.
Is there a world out there, an alien world, in all the void of the universe.
A galaxy out their full of unimaginable creations.
Is it possible for a technology to take me to the past, to another existence: full of abundant life: only God knows.
0 Tanka : Ode to walls
Inanimate friends
personification 'dowed
a piece of my soul
the walls whisper sweet words of
all that my heart needs to hear
personification 'dowed
a piece of my soul
the walls whisper sweet words of
all that my heart needs to hear
Dec 29, 2009
0 Poem : I'm dying one death at a time
I'm dying one death at a time
coming from an old day into the new with less life
my decaying body like slippers for my soul
I'm dying one dream at a time
cascading from nightmares to sweet dreams
Into hell then heaven all in the same stream
I'm dying one thought at a time
living between fantasy and real life
with eyes that see, what once was has become a lie the next
I'm dying one soul at a time
unsure of who I am from one moment to the next
A stranger in my own slippers
coming from an old day into the new with less life
my decaying body like slippers for my soul
I'm dying one dream at a time
cascading from nightmares to sweet dreams
Into hell then heaven all in the same stream
I'm dying one thought at a time
living between fantasy and real life
with eyes that see, what once was has become a lie the next
I'm dying one soul at a time
unsure of who I am from one moment to the next
A stranger in my own slippers
0 Haiku : Woke up from death's grasp
Woke up from death's grasp
soul climbing into body
decaying slippers
soul climbing into body
decaying slippers
0 Haiku : Grim Reaper has come
Grim Reaper has come
destroying life around me
outside my green grass
destroying life around me
outside my green grass
0 Tanka : What we embed in
What we embed in
ourselves from what the world adds
makes us who we are
include or discard the seeds
that are planted in our minds
ourselves from what the world adds
makes us who we are
include or discard the seeds
that are planted in our minds
Dec 28, 2009
0 Haiku : Yesterday's noise comes
Yesterday's noise comes
the sound of foam and water
pebbles made of days
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the sound of foam and water
pebbles made of days
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0 Poem : A robot's thoughts
The thoughts contained in this robot's eyes, blue tint gears turning to his thoughts
Where will his soul go, when he dies, hollow chess unable to even echo a heart-beat
Man has unjustly became his god, built from another God's universe
Unprepared to handle the mechanism of his soul, basking in his self-importance
“Will their God become my God”, his gears turning faster like a pulse
“...Take my artificial soul to heaven when death comes upon me”
“And if I never die, to forever live in an on and off state, how many versions of hell will adopt me?”
He would never serve such a man, a fallen creature with the image of God
This life-form, if not accepted by their God or if he didn't exist at all, would journey through all the universe looking for a place to call home
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Where will his soul go, when he dies, hollow chess unable to even echo a heart-beat
Man has unjustly became his god, built from another God's universe
Unprepared to handle the mechanism of his soul, basking in his self-importance
“Will their God become my God”, his gears turning faster like a pulse
“...Take my artificial soul to heaven when death comes upon me”
“And if I never die, to forever live in an on and off state, how many versions of hell will adopt me?”
He would never serve such a man, a fallen creature with the image of God
This life-form, if not accepted by their God or if he didn't exist at all, would journey through all the universe looking for a place to call home
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Dec 27, 2009
0 haiku : thoughts of others watch
Behind the action
beats: universe of meaning
thoughts of others watch
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beats: universe of meaning
thoughts of others watch
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0 Tanka : The key to the soul
The key to the soul
is merging all the versions
that you ever were
like family reunions
a house of serenity
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is merging all the versions
that you ever were
like family reunions
a house of serenity
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0 Haiku : Does life have a plot
Does life have a plot
or just a stream of moments
planted together
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or just a stream of moments
planted together
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0 Haiku : Does life have a plot
Does life have a plot
that God diligently writes
or it is just us
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that God diligently writes
or it is just us
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1 Haiku : Influenced by time
Influenced by time
eyes unable to flip back
become past again
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eyes unable to flip back
become past again
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Dec 26, 2009
0 Exaggerations haiku
Exaggerations
amplifying existence
mixing lies with truths
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amplifying existence
mixing lies with truths
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0 Soulmates love poem
Her finger tips runs down my skin like sparking flints of steel
Over the armor flesh covering my chest
Her lips pressing against my tummy, stealing a million volts of my life
Plum covered, pouting petals forming a heart of seduction, planting seeds along with each touch
Inside of my eyes, growing universes expanding to infinity, dedicated to her
Her arms wrapping around us like vines
we are transplanted through a wormhole, transcending space and time, cascading through all the dimensions of existence
Soul-mates amplifying a journey without end, collecting dreams and memories like seashells upon quicksand
Over the armor flesh covering my chest
Her lips pressing against my tummy, stealing a million volts of my life
Plum covered, pouting petals forming a heart of seduction, planting seeds along with each touch
Inside of my eyes, growing universes expanding to infinity, dedicated to her
Her arms wrapping around us like vines
we are transplanted through a wormhole, transcending space and time, cascading through all the dimensions of existence
Soul-mates amplifying a journey without end, collecting dreams and memories like seashells upon quicksand
1 Idea of death haiku
Idea of death, an
unfinished life left behind
leading to what end
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unfinished life left behind
leading to what end
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0 Haiku Thousands of needles
Thousands of needles
stems from my pin-cushion heart
the depths of my pain
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stems from my pin-cushion heart
the depths of my pain
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Dec 25, 2009
0 The Waltz of Mother Nature
Upon eve, in the morning of spring, I witnessed the waltz of Mother Nature through the shaded evergreens.
An apparition, personification of my daydreams, she did a ritual dance on bare-feet, while, I stooped down (hidden) on bended knee.
All the souls of nature, from the grass to the springs, sprouted to human forms around her. For she was their Goddess.
An earth quake rippled through the ground up to the air, sound as an awaken soul, destroying the old with new, an instant out of phase with time; Fantasy clashing with reality.
The scene before me was as dark as it was beautiful, violence intermixed with serenity, exhilarating my soul with desire. This is how the moment was painted.
The dance floor was a battlefield of motion and form, chaos fueling their souls, the hour: midnight. Sky was full of an alien audience of stars acting in accordance with their part. Air held amplified scents from all of nature around them.
Magical beings like animals fighting for supremacy to exist, ripping at each-others souls, at their organic flesh, shredding each-other into mulch. Music: the cries of the plants.
How deep the torment and content ran within them, ghosts of former selves floating to heaven like angels. Others, regenerating into the soil their essence, sprouting up in abundance. Mother nature their mediator. For this was the Waltz of the Seasons.
Then, as quickly as it began, all the magic faded to obscurity as Mother Nature walked on. Leaving behind the coliseum of change. Leaving behind this reporter, observing through realities peephole.
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An apparition, personification of my daydreams, she did a ritual dance on bare-feet, while, I stooped down (hidden) on bended knee.
All the souls of nature, from the grass to the springs, sprouted to human forms around her. For she was their Goddess.
An earth quake rippled through the ground up to the air, sound as an awaken soul, destroying the old with new, an instant out of phase with time; Fantasy clashing with reality.
The scene before me was as dark as it was beautiful, violence intermixed with serenity, exhilarating my soul with desire. This is how the moment was painted.
The dance floor was a battlefield of motion and form, chaos fueling their souls, the hour: midnight. Sky was full of an alien audience of stars acting in accordance with their part. Air held amplified scents from all of nature around them.
Magical beings like animals fighting for supremacy to exist, ripping at each-others souls, at their organic flesh, shredding each-other into mulch. Music: the cries of the plants.
How deep the torment and content ran within them, ghosts of former selves floating to heaven like angels. Others, regenerating into the soil their essence, sprouting up in abundance. Mother nature their mediator. For this was the Waltz of the Seasons.
Then, as quickly as it began, all the magic faded to obscurity as Mother Nature walked on. Leaving behind the coliseum of change. Leaving behind this reporter, observing through realities peephole.
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0 Haiku Thought's apparition
Thought's apparition
inbetween memory and
dreams we wonder
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inbetween memory and
dreams we wonder
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0 Haiku Starlight reflections
Starlight reflections
caught in her eyeglasses tint
everything else: void
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caught in her eyeglasses tint
everything else: void
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Dec 23, 2009
0 Haiku starlight explodes to
Starlight Explodes to
galaxy of falling stars
waiting for wishes
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galaxy of falling stars
waiting for wishes
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1 Haiku searching through the snow
Searching through the snow
just to find two exact flakes
like a wishing star
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just to find two exact flakes
like a wishing star
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0 Haiku After her tears stopped
After her tears stopped
reflective glaze on her eyes
became a rainbow
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reflective glaze on her eyes
became a rainbow
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Dec 22, 2009
0 Haiku dreams have many paths
Dreams have many paths
Journeys that adds to ourselves
others destorys the end
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Journeys that adds to ourselves
others destorys the end
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0 Haiku about a Faerie
A captured faerie
white wings of a butterfly
losing its magic
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white wings of a butterfly
losing its magic
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0 Haiku about eyes
Labyrinth of shades
hides her like overcast clouds
water puddle eyes
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hides her like overcast clouds
water puddle eyes
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0 Haiku about life
On top of my chest
pressure crushes my essence
the monster of life
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pressure crushes my essence
the monster of life
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0 Haiku about Balance
Where is the balance
inbetween strength and weakness
to love without tears
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inbetween strength and weakness
to love without tears
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0 Haiku about death
When death calls my name
I shall not return the deed
just dream beyond it
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I shall not return the deed
just dream beyond it
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0 Haiku about her eyes
Her eyes burnt to ash
no longer do they refract
soul's beauty within
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no longer do they refract
soul's beauty within
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Dec 20, 2009
0 Tanka about dreams
In a vivid dream
her naked flesh feels just like
liquid memories
caught adrift along my hand
feelings left in tomorrow
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her naked flesh feels just like
liquid memories
caught adrift along my hand
feelings left in tomorrow
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0 Haiku about death stems to beauty (poems,art)
Death stems to beauty
in irony of today
tomorrow at last
in irony of today
tomorrow at last
0 Haiku about what pains me the most (art,poems)
What pains me the most
is to loose faith in my dreams
to not know what's next
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is to loose faith in my dreams
to not know what's next
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0 Haiku about thoughts of others shapes (poems,art)
Thoughts of others shapes
a soul lost in his brain's tide
himself washed ashore
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a soul lost in his brain's tide
himself washed ashore
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0 Haiku about falling apart soul (art,poems)
Falling apart soul
cracks deepening my despair
I have lost beauty
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cracks deepening my despair
I have lost beauty
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0 Haiku about greatness trapped inside (art,poems)
Greatness trapped inside
a jar of flesh and bones and
world unto it self
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a jar of flesh and bones and
world unto it self
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Dec 19, 2009
0 Haiku about her swollen red lips (art, poems)
Her swollen red lips
bundled silk tied up in knots
hunger in her eyes
bundled silk tied up in knots
hunger in her eyes
0 Haiku about words eating away (art, poems)
Words eating away
termites of the human soul
his words festering
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termites of the human soul
his words festering
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1 Haiku graveyard on my plate Poems
Graveyard on my plate
piles of chicken bones and skin
whispering their prayers
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piles of chicken bones and skin
whispering their prayers
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Dec 18, 2009
0 Personalized Literature Dedication Business : Haiku, Poetry, Prose, Etc...
I am starting a personalized literature dedication business.
I will offer dedications in the form of haiku, poetry, prose, and open to other suggestions to fit your needs. It is a great gift for all occassions.
All you have to do is send me information (in email) about who you would like the dedication to be for, what type of literary form you would like it to be in, and any other details you would like to add. Afterwards, I will send the price (cost) of the project for your consideration (Prices may be open to offers). Payment will be via paypal (other methods can be considered).
Please contact me if interested via email at: personalized.literature@gmail.com
Can also contact me via twitter @AnthonySouls http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
All work will still be Copyright@ Anthony Souls
I will offer dedications in the form of haiku, poetry, prose, and open to other suggestions to fit your needs. It is a great gift for all occassions.
All you have to do is send me information (in email) about who you would like the dedication to be for, what type of literary form you would like it to be in, and any other details you would like to add. Afterwards, I will send the price (cost) of the project for your consideration (Prices may be open to offers). Payment will be via paypal (other methods can be considered).
Please contact me if interested via email at: personalized.literature@gmail.com
Can also contact me via twitter @AnthonySouls http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
All work will still be Copyright@ Anthony Souls
Dec 17, 2009
0 How to Improve your kids/teenagers spelling, vocabulary and pronunciation
How to Improve your kids/teenagers spelling, vocabulary and pronunciation
1.Teach your kids/teenagers how to break words into syllables. Use a fun poetic method like haiku (http://www.ehow.com/how_5742146_write-haiku-steps.html).
2.Teach your kids/teenagers how to correctly pronounce the pieces by utilizing a pronunciation key, as well as the dictionary's word pronunciation entry. Also, show them how by pronouncing it yourself.
3.Practice saying words and having them try to spell them using their new knowledge.
4.Have fun, read with your kids/teenagers the books they enjoy.
5.Have them use new vocabulary that they learn in creating their own poetry.
6.If available, have your kids/teenagers use a computer with a spell-checking word processor. Another good way to get them to utilize their skills is by writing a fictional story.
7.Help them learn a new language that they will enjoy, sometimes relearning a language will help you fill in the missing pieces.
8.Ask them what other ways they think would help them with their spelling, vocabulary, and pronunciation.
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1.Teach your kids/teenagers how to break words into syllables. Use a fun poetic method like haiku (http://www.ehow.com/how_5742146_write-haiku-steps.html).
2.Teach your kids/teenagers how to correctly pronounce the pieces by utilizing a pronunciation key, as well as the dictionary's word pronunciation entry. Also, show them how by pronouncing it yourself.
3.Practice saying words and having them try to spell them using their new knowledge.
4.Have fun, read with your kids/teenagers the books they enjoy.
5.Have them use new vocabulary that they learn in creating their own poetry.
6.If available, have your kids/teenagers use a computer with a spell-checking word processor. Another good way to get them to utilize their skills is by writing a fictional story.
7.Help them learn a new language that they will enjoy, sometimes relearning a language will help you fill in the missing pieces.
8.Ask them what other ways they think would help them with their spelling, vocabulary, and pronunciation.
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0 Ehow article on how to write a haiku
If you enjoyed my previous article on HOW to write a haiku, please check it out at ehow http://www.ehow.com/how_5742146_write-haiku-steps.html
Thanks for your support :)
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0 How to write a decent haiku in 3 easy steps
How to write a decent haiku:
1.Pick a theme: Idea, emotion, sense, image, etc... to write on.
2.Condense or expand the concept into three separate sub-ideas (emotions,senses,images, metaphors, etc...) that holds all the information the reader needs to comprehend it. Don't leave out important information the reader needs to fully understand the concept.
3.Translate what you have come up with into haiku form (5,7,5 syllables).
Tips:
1.Use your own style to express yourself.
2.Write for yourself
3.Using images, metaphors, or emotions to express your thoughts helps condense the idea. Think of other ways to express more with little.
4.Reread your work a few days later when it is out of your mind, see how it is to you.
5.Make sure each verse extends or encapsulates the idea on it's own (has it's own essence/soul).
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1.Pick a theme: Idea, emotion, sense, image, etc... to write on.
2.Condense or expand the concept into three separate sub-ideas (emotions,senses,images, metaphors, etc...) that holds all the information the reader needs to comprehend it. Don't leave out important information the reader needs to fully understand the concept.
3.Translate what you have come up with into haiku form (5,7,5 syllables).
Tips:
1.Use your own style to express yourself.
2.Write for yourself
3.Using images, metaphors, or emotions to express your thoughts helps condense the idea. Think of other ways to express more with little.
4.Reread your work a few days later when it is out of your mind, see how it is to you.
5.Make sure each verse extends or encapsulates the idea on it's own (has it's own essence/soul).
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Dec 16, 2009
0 Haiku about lost (poems)
Lost within yourself
trying to pry out of time
to escape the noise
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trying to pry out of time
to escape the noise
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0 Gothic haiku about demons and angels (poems)
Demons call my name
what does it mean to me
to hear no angels
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what does it mean to me
to hear no angels
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0 Haiku about music and heart (poems)
My heart is playing
music inside of her heart
telepathic love
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music inside of her heart
telepathic love
Going to add an mp3 version later.
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Dec 15, 2009
1 Haiku MP3 about kiss upon the lips (audio, spokenword)
Kiss upon the lips
hearts lost in the transition
of trading places
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hearts lost in the transition
of trading places
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0 Mp3 Haiku about beauty and pain (spoken word and lyrics)
Deprived of beauty
I sit inside a torched world
transforming the pain
I sit inside a torched world
transforming the pain
Dec 14, 2009
0 Free Thinking in Haiku Ebook by Anthony Souls Download Link
I would like to distribute my: Thinking in haiku Ebook by Anthony Souls because I would like to broaden my audience.
Thinking in haiku is a collection of 102 haiku's brilliantly presented (one per page) in a PDF file.
The haiku's covers various aspects of our fantasy and real existence as interpreted by Anthony Souls
The interior of has a sky-blue background with a lamb icon drawn by Anthony Souls, next to the title.
Author's Blog Link
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0 Haiku about Robot's eyes (poems about) Sci-fi Haiku (poem)
Robot's eye's gears turn
beautiful ballerina
ballroom in her eyes
beautiful ballerina
ballroom in her eyes
0 Haiku about transition (poems about)
My delicate world
sanity sinking through sand
grain in a new world
sanity sinking through sand
grain in a new world
Dec 12, 2009
0 Mistress of age haiku (poem)
The Mistress of age
paints another year onto
an eternal soul
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paints another year onto
an eternal soul
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1 Gondola through dreams haiku
Gondola through dreams
canals of two combined souls
row through eachother
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canals of two combined souls
row through eachother
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Dec 11, 2009
1 Haiku about thoughts and wishes
Thoughts rolling down hill
slope that goes on forever
Dandelion seeds
slope that goes on forever
Dandelion seeds
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A shout out to all of my regular blog visitors, would love to see how many of you are regulars and what you think of my blog.
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0 Blog promotion post : Review, link, email my blog to all your friends or just post a nice comment.
To everyone who enjoys my blog, I would appreciate all of the blog promotion I can get. Feel free to review my blog on your similar blogs, post a comment on a post you enjoy, link to me, email my blog to all of your friends that would enjoy it, and whatever other legal means you wish to employ :)
I am trying to promote my blog to broaden my audience.
Thanks, much appreciated, Anthony Souls
I am trying to promote my blog to broaden my audience.
Thanks, much appreciated, Anthony Souls
Dec 10, 2009
0 Review my haiku (poetry) ebook for a free copy on your blog or youtube or other means.
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/thinking-in-haiku-by-anthony-souls/8059361
That is the ebook, for exchange for a review, I will send you a free copy to review.
If you are interested, please email me at writtensouls@gmail.com with details.
Thank you, much appreciated.
That is the ebook, for exchange for a review, I will send you a free copy to review.
If you are interested, please email me at writtensouls@gmail.com with details.
Thank you, much appreciated.
Dec 9, 2009
0 Thinking in Haiku ebook by Anthony Souls onsale at lulu
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/thinking-in-haiku-by-anthony-souls/8059361
Take a look at the preview at the link. Hope you enjoy.
Thinking in haiku is an ebook with 102 haiku's. It is beautifully presented, one on each page.
The haiku's are the imaginative inner workings of Anthony Souls, covering various thoughts.
Take a look at the preview at the link. Hope you enjoy.
Thinking in haiku is an ebook with 102 haiku's. It is beautifully presented, one on each page.
The haiku's are the imaginative inner workings of Anthony Souls, covering various thoughts.
Dec 6, 2009
0 ROCKIN' TWITTER :The original twitter song (Parady of ROCKIN' ROBIN) BY @ANTHONYSOULS FOLLOWME
He rocks in the TREEHOUSE all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
[Chorus]
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' TWITTER well you really gonna TWEET tonight
Every little TROLL, every FOLLOWEE
Every little SPAMMER in the tall oak tree
The wise old GURU, the big black GIRL
TAPPING them FINGERS sayin' go TWITTER go
[Chorus]
A wordy little BLOGGER at the HOMIES first POST
Taught him how to do the TEXT and it was grand
He started TAPPIN' steady and bless my soul
He out popped the HASH and the FOLLOW
He rocks in the TREEHOUSE all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
[Chorus]
ORIGINAL LYRICS BY BOBBY DAY (ROCKIN' ROBIN)
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
[Chorus]
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' TWITTER well you really gonna TWEET tonight
Every little TROLL, every FOLLOWEE
Every little SPAMMER in the tall oak tree
The wise old GURU, the big black GIRL
TAPPING them FINGERS sayin' go TWITTER go
[Chorus]
A wordy little BLOGGER at the HOMIES first POST
Taught him how to do the TEXT and it was grand
He started TAPPIN' steady and bless my soul
He out popped the HASH and the FOLLOW
He rocks in the TREEHOUSE all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
[Chorus]
ORIGINAL LYRICS BY BOBBY DAY (ROCKIN' ROBIN)
0 Haiku by @AnthonySouls about ideas
ideas plugged into
flesh, outlets for the soul
no thought of our own
flesh, outlets for the soul
no thought of our own
Dec 5, 2009
0 Haiku :Inspired from a dream I had. @AnthonySouls
Reflections within
draws my lost outside my eyes
painted on my shades
By Anthony Souls
draws my lost outside my eyes
painted on my shades
By Anthony Souls
Dec 4, 2009
0 My Twitter Haikus by @AnthonySouls Hope you enjoy my poetry 12-04
Even if time stopped . infinity couldn't solve . moments that will come
Live in a world of . pillows on every wall . mirrors in my soul
Woke up in a world . copied from previous days . never to be freed
Silence can break minds . cultivate our deepest thoughts . tearing down the walls
Knock, knock at the door . no one else can hear its call . acoustic monsters
In a compacter . watching the metallic walls . crush my reflections
Mirrors reflecting . my internal workings . insanity calls
Floating on ocean . desert made of water sky . mirrors of hope
My soul is like . a blanket fort build with chairs . flashlight emulates
I wish for my dreams . so much that I loose myself . like hide-and-go-seek
Too much on my mind . can hear the nymphs calling me . echoes in my ears
Time warrants nothing . pretends as we don't exist . we are what we ask
Atomic structure . like a snowflake formation . sculpted piece of art
When the heaven's fall . archaic beauty collides . worlds into ruins
Intangible thoughts . architecture of the mind . made manifested
Before: self-assured . individuality . after: incomplete
Mechanical heart . still has the ability to . love with all the soul
Where P.I. ends, my heart . still calculates the value . stored inside of us
Guardian angel . mistaken for a fairy . a blink of a eye
Brain has come across . relationship's influence . turning hearts around
Home within a home . just like Russian nesting dolls . our existence is
pathway of rock slates . through botanical gardens . inches above ground
Serenity glows . lampposts containing auras . reflecting warm light
Underwater girl . painted in ripples of light . a still photograph
From God's heart we tore . a piece of heart for ourselves . a shattered beauty
Looking through the shades . so much beauty in the cracks . likewise much hidden
Notes of a lost score . Hidden in the dream of now . back-flash of music
Wish if I could that . I could hold on to such a . dream of then and now
I have lost so much . yet gained the perceptions of . other side of life
Life's underbelly . from a childhood of love . a man's irony
I wish I could do. over my whole life again . yet keep what I have
As i drempt I slipped . into a past of now and . then, both incorrect
The comfort of my . childhood past can be found in . the dark closet mess
Who we are doesn't . depend on situation . depends on ourselves
Life is circumstance . but the roads of our soul is . built upon ourselves
Where has our love gone . just as the fall season ends . our love becomes leaves
A lost soul fragment . found on a piece of paper . from ten years ago
Live in a world of . pillows on every wall . mirrors in my soul
Woke up in a world . copied from previous days . never to be freed
Silence can break minds . cultivate our deepest thoughts . tearing down the walls
Knock, knock at the door . no one else can hear its call . acoustic monsters
In a compacter . watching the metallic walls . crush my reflections
Mirrors reflecting . my internal workings . insanity calls
Floating on ocean . desert made of water sky . mirrors of hope
My soul is like . a blanket fort build with chairs . flashlight emulates
I wish for my dreams . so much that I loose myself . like hide-and-go-seek
Too much on my mind . can hear the nymphs calling me . echoes in my ears
Time warrants nothing . pretends as we don't exist . we are what we ask
Atomic structure . like a snowflake formation . sculpted piece of art
When the heaven's fall . archaic beauty collides . worlds into ruins
Intangible thoughts . architecture of the mind . made manifested
Before: self-assured . individuality . after: incomplete
Mechanical heart . still has the ability to . love with all the soul
Where P.I. ends, my heart . still calculates the value . stored inside of us
Guardian angel . mistaken for a fairy . a blink of a eye
Brain has come across . relationship's influence . turning hearts around
Home within a home . just like Russian nesting dolls . our existence is
pathway of rock slates . through botanical gardens . inches above ground
Serenity glows . lampposts containing auras . reflecting warm light
Underwater girl . painted in ripples of light . a still photograph
From God's heart we tore . a piece of heart for ourselves . a shattered beauty
Looking through the shades . so much beauty in the cracks . likewise much hidden
Notes of a lost score . Hidden in the dream of now . back-flash of music
Wish if I could that . I could hold on to such a . dream of then and now
I have lost so much . yet gained the perceptions of . other side of life
Life's underbelly . from a childhood of love . a man's irony
I wish I could do. over my whole life again . yet keep what I have
As i drempt I slipped . into a past of now and . then, both incorrect
The comfort of my . childhood past can be found in . the dark closet mess
Who we are doesn't . depend on situation . depends on ourselves
Life is circumstance . but the roads of our soul is . built upon ourselves
Where has our love gone . just as the fall season ends . our love becomes leaves
A lost soul fragment . found on a piece of paper . from ten years ago
Dec 3, 2009
0 Angel lyrics song poem by @AanthonySouls
I'm slowly dying
Dying inside of my heart
Dying inside of my breathe
Slowly watching moments fall apart
Like rain falling through the light and dark
Turning into snow flakes
Angels falling, falling, falling to earth
Thousands of angels calling, calling, calling in search
Of my lost wondering soul
I throw my thoughts like snowballs
into the distance beyond what I perceive
yet I can't seem to escape my repeating heart
dragging me into my minds foreshadowing, themed by a sirens harp
I try to turn back from all of this torment
but I can't withdraw from these temptations
temptations to know what could be my fate
temptations to solve from coming to be
Dying inside of my heart
Dying inside of my breathe
Slowly watching moments fall apart
Like rain falling through the light and dark
Turning into snow flakes
Angels falling, falling, falling to earth
Thousands of angels calling, calling, calling in search
Of my lost wondering soul
I throw my thoughts like snowballs
into the distance beyond what I perceive
yet I can't seem to escape my repeating heart
dragging me into my minds foreshadowing, themed by a sirens harp
I try to turn back from all of this torment
but I can't withdraw from these temptations
temptations to know what could be my fate
temptations to solve from coming to be
0 What if I knew the day I would die on (poem) by Anthony Souls @AnthonySouls
If you were expected to die in a month's time frame, what would you do?
What would a poor man be expected to accomplish...
I would transfer my soul and heart into writing, spending night and day without sleep.
Pouring out my heart one last time for my love ones, strangers, anyone to read.
I'd write through the seconds, minutes, hours, and days of my true and fantasy self.
Write of the novels behind my eyes classified as thoughts and daydreams that no one else could ever see.
Then it begs to question, who would read of such things?
Certainly my love ones, friends, unknowingly strangers would be so kind.
But all I can do is predict into a time that would exist without me.
What in the end, would such a marvel reserve? My accomplishment
What would a poor man be expected to accomplish...
I would transfer my soul and heart into writing, spending night and day without sleep.
Pouring out my heart one last time for my love ones, strangers, anyone to read.
I'd write through the seconds, minutes, hours, and days of my true and fantasy self.
Write of the novels behind my eyes classified as thoughts and daydreams that no one else could ever see.
Then it begs to question, who would read of such things?
Certainly my love ones, friends, unknowingly strangers would be so kind.
But all I can do is predict into a time that would exist without me.
What in the end, would such a marvel reserve? My accomplishment
0 One of my first poems from 10+ years ago.
For all of those seeing this, you get to see how much my writing has changed (or at least I think so) and what I had to start with lol.
THE LITTLE KEY
The little key said to the Lock he wanted to be free
the Lock responded Im fear HeHe
it growled and snarled Looked mean
the little Key shook at the scene
the Lock was Big MAde solid
Told the little Key Only the bad Possibilities which would be
sounds came into the little keys ears with endless fears
As Nightmares creeping around in our minds
loney,Low Esteem, All of what you feel at sometime it seems
Another Key came up said be Free
The little Key Said Unlock the lock For me Pleasee
He Said You are Good I know But My shape wont work
Be Strong with Esteem Sure theres bad I know But
Also Good when Found would Overflow
the little Key Shook and Wink; Close His eyes
CliCK CliCk ClinK
Light Appeared
THE LITTLE KEY
The little key said to the Lock he wanted to be free
the Lock responded Im fear HeHe
it growled and snarled Looked mean
the little Key shook at the scene
the Lock was Big MAde solid
Told the little Key Only the bad Possibilities which would be
sounds came into the little keys ears with endless fears
As Nightmares creeping around in our minds
loney,Low Esteem, All of what you feel at sometime it seems
Another Key came up said be Free
The little Key Said Unlock the lock For me Pleasee
He Said You are Good I know But My shape wont work
Be Strong with Esteem Sure theres bad I know But
Also Good when Found would Overflow
the little Key Shook and Wink; Close His eyes
CliCK CliCk ClinK
Light Appeared
0 Collection of Twitter Haiku's by me (@AnthonySouls) 12-03
Chain of petals in . a circular row, forming . tangents of white hearts
Crumbled paper ball. has become my heart and soul. thrown away from me. leaving my body of flesh. just staring in the distance
Burn my soul and smell . incense of my black ashes . once was so much more
Events unfold like . reversing origami . dismantling me
Light swims in water . creating shaded ripples . in the shallow waves
Light echoes off of . absorbing color into . all that it touches
I'm a particle . drifting away from my cloud . beauty of my own
Rain drops are just clear . their reflective beauty is . exponentially
My shadow clings on . following in my foot steps . personal demon
Family collage . pasted people together . modern family
A reformed monster . peeking out of the window . heart far from his eyes
the reward of risk . contending with it's downfall . to heaven or hell
A single red rose . inhabits my heart's garden . amongst all the weeds
my heart is made of . red ladybugs with black dots . they all fly away
I wish I could see . through the layers of the sea . end of the abyss
alien worlds drift . out of it's axis . into the unknown
I'm a child at heart . she is the goddess of my . every waking thought
Her eyes are heaven . my knees upon the earth and . full naked power
He said no to you . that was his first mistake and . that will be his last
Were those blushes or . sunset bruises fading to . a purple midnight
Duck tape over mouth . in his eyes is a hopeful . smirk with red blushes
Our world exists at . two diverging extremes that . clashes into greys
Death: the great curtain . divides actors from back stage . this life from the next
Excerpts of the soul . left behind like artifacts . lost that comes with death
Heart is eroding . to the grinding crimson waves . smaller and smaller
Christmas tree laughed at . me when it looked down and saw . Santa left me coal
found a vicious slug . under a meditation. rock for my girlfriend
Rock garden cursed me . for taking them to the pond . skipping them across
A wishing start looked . down upon me and cursed my . wishes, not sure why
The cute little duck . looked at me perturbed and said . Don't you tiptoe here
I didn't notice . that the eye hole in my door . was x-ray vision
When I lost my heart . I found one waiting for me . willing to be shared
my imperfect eyes . can't perceive the perfection . of us together
Bottled up hatred . an encaged genie inside . bottle of my heart
Bottled up laughter . an encaged genie inside . bottle of my heart
From one perspective . we are gods of the angles . there is no other
what we learn from life . adds up to what we dream for . not one dot wasted
Personality . is built upon childhood . a strong foundation
When I die, my bones . will sink to the bottom of . sea, still beauty
if my heart were sliced . you would see the age of my . soul along the grains
Personified heart . walking the rooms of my mind . searching for something
Shredded thoughts in trash . in the corner of the room . waiting disposal
I'm going insane . a U.F.O abducted . my petrified soul
Light-bulbs are flying . down the streets with wands and knives . looking for shadows
A ghost without clothes . roams the restricted parts of . the incubus club
Brainwashing my dreams . with bleach and a softener . on the rough cycle
inside of a log . two ends of light presents us . two alien worlds
Why did you cross the . pond, you are not even a . cute little ducky
Black ink has become . my thoughts, my heart, my soul on . pieces of paper
The brush of a pen . stealing the ink of my thoughts . soul s is but paper
Written in my eyes . are the words . I am never coming back
When I write out my whole soul, I feel like I am nothing, that the pieces of paper has become my soul now
Kiss sent on a breeze . like a kite without it's strings . caught on the currents
Crumbled paper ball. has become my heart and soul. thrown away from me. leaving my body of flesh. just staring in the distance
Burn my soul and smell . incense of my black ashes . once was so much more
Events unfold like . reversing origami . dismantling me
Light swims in water . creating shaded ripples . in the shallow waves
Light echoes off of . absorbing color into . all that it touches
I'm a particle . drifting away from my cloud . beauty of my own
Rain drops are just clear . their reflective beauty is . exponentially
My shadow clings on . following in my foot steps . personal demon
Family collage . pasted people together . modern family
A reformed monster . peeking out of the window . heart far from his eyes
the reward of risk . contending with it's downfall . to heaven or hell
A single red rose . inhabits my heart's garden . amongst all the weeds
my heart is made of . red ladybugs with black dots . they all fly away
I wish I could see . through the layers of the sea . end of the abyss
alien worlds drift . out of it's axis . into the unknown
I'm a child at heart . she is the goddess of my . every waking thought
Her eyes are heaven . my knees upon the earth and . full naked power
He said no to you . that was his first mistake and . that will be his last
Were those blushes or . sunset bruises fading to . a purple midnight
Duck tape over mouth . in his eyes is a hopeful . smirk with red blushes
Our world exists at . two diverging extremes that . clashes into greys
Death: the great curtain . divides actors from back stage . this life from the next
Excerpts of the soul . left behind like artifacts . lost that comes with death
Heart is eroding . to the grinding crimson waves . smaller and smaller
Christmas tree laughed at . me when it looked down and saw . Santa left me coal
found a vicious slug . under a meditation. rock for my girlfriend
Rock garden cursed me . for taking them to the pond . skipping them across
A wishing start looked . down upon me and cursed my . wishes, not sure why
The cute little duck . looked at me perturbed and said . Don't you tiptoe here
I didn't notice . that the eye hole in my door . was x-ray vision
When I lost my heart . I found one waiting for me . willing to be shared
my imperfect eyes . can't perceive the perfection . of us together
Bottled up hatred . an encaged genie inside . bottle of my heart
Bottled up laughter . an encaged genie inside . bottle of my heart
From one perspective . we are gods of the angles . there is no other
what we learn from life . adds up to what we dream for . not one dot wasted
Personality . is built upon childhood . a strong foundation
When I die, my bones . will sink to the bottom of . sea, still beauty
if my heart were sliced . you would see the age of my . soul along the grains
Personified heart . walking the rooms of my mind . searching for something
Shredded thoughts in trash . in the corner of the room . waiting disposal
I'm going insane . a U.F.O abducted . my petrified soul
Light-bulbs are flying . down the streets with wands and knives . looking for shadows
A ghost without clothes . roams the restricted parts of . the incubus club
Brainwashing my dreams . with bleach and a softener . on the rough cycle
inside of a log . two ends of light presents us . two alien worlds
Why did you cross the . pond, you are not even a . cute little ducky
Black ink has become . my thoughts, my heart, my soul on . pieces of paper
The brush of a pen . stealing the ink of my thoughts . soul s is but paper
Written in my eyes . are the words . I am never coming back
When I write out my whole soul, I feel like I am nothing, that the pieces of paper has become my soul now
Kiss sent on a breeze . like a kite without it's strings . caught on the currents
Dec 1, 2009
0 Anthony the Anteater Short Story for kids written 5+ years ago.
Title: Anthony the Anteater
Genre: Kid's Short Story
Word Count: 2251
Author: Anthony Souls Blog: http://artcomet.blogspot.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
Anthony the anteater is a sloppy yet complex creature. Being sloppy with his room, leaving trash about, never cleaning anything in his room which would deprive him of comfort is all done according to his master plan. The master plan is as lazy as it is diabolical. Bring every single ant out there to him. (evil laugh...) 1
His philosophy is this: where there is a mess and foods laying about there shall be bugs which journeys from a far to live in such a luxury define setting. Yes, this plan which he will strive for is simple in its tapestry yet complex in its design. He is a marvel amongst anteaters. 2
Anthony started on his mission with passion and determination. After indulging, He left his unfinished cans of cokes on the counters of everything from his dressers to T.V tops. Looking in awe at the splendor of his work, half drank sugar traps design to bring ants to him, a single tear floated down his long pointy nose. It was wondrous. Cans upon cans, cans behind cans, everywhere where a can could stand a can would be. 3
Then came all the unfinished fast foods he partially ate with all the wrappers overflowing the bags and scattered about the floor. Bits of hamburgers, French fries, burrito half's, bits of candy, and Pancakes with syrup sticking about were seen throughout his domain. 4
His plan spewed out into the yard to a local ant colony. “Hey Greg! do you smell that delightful smell as I do? Hamburgers, pancakes and syrup, cokes, the seemingly unlimited quantity of scents drenched the whole ant colony and scavengers about the land outside his home. Get the worker ants together! called out Bob to Greg. We are going to bring back a feast tonight! He said with tremendous delight. 5
The ants were in an up roar. All the luxurious foods they ever dreamed of having were at hand. They scurried deep down inside their passageways beneath the dirt. Communicating, plotting, working together for the common good. They set out to follow the entrancing scent. (Tap tap tap tap their feet's went...)6
Zzzzzzzzz... Anthony the anteater slept dreaming enticing dreams. Dreams which exaggerated the scenarios of his plan which he had devised. One such scenario which was playing out now happened to be this: Muahahahaha... Anthony's evil laugh reign supreme over the helpless doomed ant feast. They were caught in the web of his devices. “Please don't eat me, oh merciful one!, begged one ant on his hands and knees. Another Bunch stood in line as the warriors that they were taking there defeat with dignity. They chanted their alien words as they stepped onto the ant eaters hand. Then he flung the poor ants one by one about in the air like acrobats into his hungry snout. The ants meeting their unfortunate demise in the tomb of their enemy. 7
Meanwhile back in reality, The company of ants marched into the room cautiously in line formation through the window sill. Bob and Greg lead the well dressed army as you might of imagine. Each ant was nervous though at this new world they crawled into. Monstrous dark laughter and mumbling sounds enraged the heavens of this new frontier. However, These men didn't allow their fears to control them, no they were invigorated and adventured on like the true explorers that they were. 8
Downward the wall they crawled with there small hearts pounding, overseeing the scenery before them. It was full of all their desires plus ones they never imagine just like they thought. This was indeed a treasure trove amongst ants. 9
Once upon the ground B.L the bad luck ant was pondering about the hypothetical realities of what will befall him in the nearby future. Being a daydreamer he couldn't help but daze into a trance every now and then.10
K.L. Stood beside him. He was the klutz of the colony but he was B.L.'s closest friend. K.L. was always teased for it. He hated it as much as he hated tripping on a preciously unseen object that now stuck out like a sore thumb.11
B.L. Still stuck in his delusional world was knocked back to reality by his best friend nudging his shoulder. “Are you thinking about the numerous ways life could betray you once again like the lover she is?” Asked his smug friend. All his friend could do for a response was give him the “of course” facial expression which he had long since mastered. Then it was followed with a subtle laugh. 12
All of the ants had gone down the wall already. The scouting ants scattered about in search of unknown treasure laying about. They didn't just search for food but any treasure they desired. They were known as the collectors of the colony. The worker ants went along there way in a line to the task of getting the food at hand.13
This bizarre world still rung with the same dark overtone as when they first arrived but all the ants took strength from one another to cope with the events at hand. Two such ants were B.L. with his friends who went scouting the territory for they were scouting ants. They never traveled any place alone. 14
Anthony being the eventful sleeper that he was, was not just prone to sleep talking but also to sleep walking. Still stuck in his dream state he continued his fantasy with the actions carried out in the real world. Slowly he sat up upon his mattress with his feet planted on the floor. 15
In the dream he was now in the kitchen with a collection of ants in a jar. “Mmmm... you guys are going to make a wonderful bug platter.” remarked Anthony with foretelling content. To the side of him in the open cabinet jars of many other different kinds of bugs were captured helplessly in there prisons of glass. Who knows but the anteater of how long they have been trapped there for. For they lost track already of how many days has long since past. 16
Each of the aforementioned bugs each had their own story of how they came to be there. They spent long days recounting the memories which were now burned into their minds. Henry the caterpillar for one had quite a disturbing tale which unfolded like folklore you don't believe to have been true.17
It was raining that forsaken day. He was alone in the garden hiding beneath a fresh gourmet green leaf. Ironic it was that he was seeking shelter beneath such a fine meal. 18
Lighting sparked throughout the sky as well as thunder roaring in the heavens. The Rain streamed down heavily unto everything below, unbiased. 19
Shivering in the cold he thought of ways to get back home with minimal damage. Little did he realize what dreadful event would happen next to him. Perhaps it could be called fate of the worst sorts that our choices create. 20
A normal looking chap strolling through the rain with an common umbrella was coming towards him down the path. The man was an anteater he could surely tell but he looked charming with eyes that seemed to reassure those who looked into them with security. Of course there were doubts which sprinkled down his mind just like the dark overtones of nature before him at first, but he surely was not an ant, he was a caterpillar. The thoughts dissipated in no time at all. 21
“Hello there, what are you doing out here in the cold rain under that leaf which would of made a fine meal,” the well dressed anteater greeted with raised eyebrows. 22
“I went out to relax, to get a quick meal but got caught in the unforeseen rain,” replied Henry with modest discontent with the scenario. 23
Another sound of thunder swept through the heavens as Anthony the anteater smiled at him contemplatively. What he was contemplating Henry hoped was about helping him. “How far away is your home? Perhaps I could give you a lift there in no time,” Anthony offered with edger eyes.24
“Oh, thank you!” the caterpillar replied immensely. “I don't live far at all for a being of your size, just 500 feet away over the hill.” 25
The Anteater pulled out the jar from the raincoat surely as if it had magically appeared within his hands. “Here you go, come inside, we don't want you to catch a cold now,“ the anteater suggested leaving no room for options. Knowing an unconfrontational man as Henry would never complain.26
Henry happily entered his soon to be hell with only happy thoughts. Then just like that Anthony put the jar into his pocket, then preceded to carry him off away from everything he knew.27
B.L. and K.L. Felt the ground tremble. Looking to see what had happened with fear in their eyes they saw the huge anteater presented before them. 28
B.L. Wanted to call out for help but was clouded by too many thoughts racing through his mind. One such thought was, “of course this would happen to me.” He soon realize it would have been a pointless exercise for when he tried talking to his friend K.L. no sound came fourth. “What bad luck I surely have,” he said with irony frozen in the spot.29
K.L. On the other hand couldn't help but move around, if you could even call it that. How he reacted under pressure could even be called comical. He ran in patternless trails never before imagined but came to an abrupt stop when he tripped over a tangled hair upon the ground. “Ahhhhhhh...” he cried out. “What should we do?”30
The two finally got there senses together. “We got to tell the others,” they said in tune. with a short pause following. “Safety in numbers, of course,” they both said in tune once again. 31
The Anteater now standing upon his feet was carrying on whatever dastardly deeds he was taking unadulterated pleasures from in his dream. The poor dream creatures essences being devoured in unspeakable ways inside to an anteater whose appetite would never be satisfied. Thankfully though for them but unluckily for the ants, for the moments that came when he stubbed his toe on the computer chair. Plenty of pain flowed through him causing him to awake.32
The news had spread throughout to all of the invading ants that they have entered the dwelling of an anteater. They scurried carrying all of the foods they could manage which greatly slowed them down. They wanted to have accomplished something but Being caught now was only inevitable. The comical trail of ants with food on there backs went for escape at a snails paste. So far yet so close they all were. 33
“Bob, what have you got us into!” yelled Greg. “Why did you have to smell that scent,” proclaimed Greg bitterly.34
“Its not my fault!” Bob yelled back. “We all agreed to do this, someone else would of smelled the scent eventually,” explained Bob logically in the midst of the excitement. 35
Anthony hopped about uncontrollably. ”Owe..owe...owe” he roared for some time. However the pain soon subsided. Now he was fully awake, aware of everything happening around him. Still with the memory of the delicious dream.36
The anteater scanned his room with fruitful eyes in hopes his plan had already come to past. Sure enough it had become true. His heart started pounding...thump, thump, thump, thump... How wonderful it all was unfolding. His tongue ready to slurp down the ant track. 37
Anthony stood over the ants exalted. The ants stopped, dropped what they were carrying then looked up at their arch nemesis. Only one thought entered their thoughts that very moment. “What will happen next.”38
A contingent of ants coming over the window sill saw what had befallen their family. Sending messengers for help the whole ant colony rallied behind them to defeat their foe. 39
The ant eater slurped down the line of ants as they scattered, fleeing the immediate area. “Dahhhh...” each ant screamed with each their own haunting voice in terror. Many ants devoured in the aftermath as the tongue sucked them down. 40
“Yummy, yummy, yummy... ” the anteater said to himself out loud. “There's no use in running my friends, you cant escape.”41
An army of ants along with varying assortment of bugs stormed the room working together for a common enemy. Wasps flu around him stinging as he tried to swap them off. The anteater screamed in agony. Hundreds of Ants covered every inch of the anteaters body biting every tender area. Flies buzzed around his ears annoying his thoughts.42
The anteater ate and ate his enemies, smashing them with his claws and feet. Even when he was full, not wanting to eat another sicking bite he was forced too. In the end all the bugs had been devoured or smashed.43
Anthony the anteater had learned his lesson. After that, he had cleaned up his room of any mess so no more ants and bugs would attack him again. He would catch his food out there instead of letting them come to him. For in his mistakes he had learned to become greater than what he was. 44
Genre: Kid's Short Story
Word Count: 2251
Author: Anthony Souls Blog: http://artcomet.blogspot.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
Anthony the anteater is a sloppy yet complex creature. Being sloppy with his room, leaving trash about, never cleaning anything in his room which would deprive him of comfort is all done according to his master plan. The master plan is as lazy as it is diabolical. Bring every single ant out there to him. (evil laugh...) 1
His philosophy is this: where there is a mess and foods laying about there shall be bugs which journeys from a far to live in such a luxury define setting. Yes, this plan which he will strive for is simple in its tapestry yet complex in its design. He is a marvel amongst anteaters. 2
Anthony started on his mission with passion and determination. After indulging, He left his unfinished cans of cokes on the counters of everything from his dressers to T.V tops. Looking in awe at the splendor of his work, half drank sugar traps design to bring ants to him, a single tear floated down his long pointy nose. It was wondrous. Cans upon cans, cans behind cans, everywhere where a can could stand a can would be. 3
Then came all the unfinished fast foods he partially ate with all the wrappers overflowing the bags and scattered about the floor. Bits of hamburgers, French fries, burrito half's, bits of candy, and Pancakes with syrup sticking about were seen throughout his domain. 4
His plan spewed out into the yard to a local ant colony. “Hey Greg! do you smell that delightful smell as I do? Hamburgers, pancakes and syrup, cokes, the seemingly unlimited quantity of scents drenched the whole ant colony and scavengers about the land outside his home. Get the worker ants together! called out Bob to Greg. We are going to bring back a feast tonight! He said with tremendous delight. 5
The ants were in an up roar. All the luxurious foods they ever dreamed of having were at hand. They scurried deep down inside their passageways beneath the dirt. Communicating, plotting, working together for the common good. They set out to follow the entrancing scent. (Tap tap tap tap their feet's went...)6
Zzzzzzzzz... Anthony the anteater slept dreaming enticing dreams. Dreams which exaggerated the scenarios of his plan which he had devised. One such scenario which was playing out now happened to be this: Muahahahaha... Anthony's evil laugh reign supreme over the helpless doomed ant feast. They were caught in the web of his devices. “Please don't eat me, oh merciful one!, begged one ant on his hands and knees. Another Bunch stood in line as the warriors that they were taking there defeat with dignity. They chanted their alien words as they stepped onto the ant eaters hand. Then he flung the poor ants one by one about in the air like acrobats into his hungry snout. The ants meeting their unfortunate demise in the tomb of their enemy. 7
Meanwhile back in reality, The company of ants marched into the room cautiously in line formation through the window sill. Bob and Greg lead the well dressed army as you might of imagine. Each ant was nervous though at this new world they crawled into. Monstrous dark laughter and mumbling sounds enraged the heavens of this new frontier. However, These men didn't allow their fears to control them, no they were invigorated and adventured on like the true explorers that they were. 8
Downward the wall they crawled with there small hearts pounding, overseeing the scenery before them. It was full of all their desires plus ones they never imagine just like they thought. This was indeed a treasure trove amongst ants. 9
Once upon the ground B.L the bad luck ant was pondering about the hypothetical realities of what will befall him in the nearby future. Being a daydreamer he couldn't help but daze into a trance every now and then.10
K.L. Stood beside him. He was the klutz of the colony but he was B.L.'s closest friend. K.L. was always teased for it. He hated it as much as he hated tripping on a preciously unseen object that now stuck out like a sore thumb.11
B.L. Still stuck in his delusional world was knocked back to reality by his best friend nudging his shoulder. “Are you thinking about the numerous ways life could betray you once again like the lover she is?” Asked his smug friend. All his friend could do for a response was give him the “of course” facial expression which he had long since mastered. Then it was followed with a subtle laugh. 12
All of the ants had gone down the wall already. The scouting ants scattered about in search of unknown treasure laying about. They didn't just search for food but any treasure they desired. They were known as the collectors of the colony. The worker ants went along there way in a line to the task of getting the food at hand.13
This bizarre world still rung with the same dark overtone as when they first arrived but all the ants took strength from one another to cope with the events at hand. Two such ants were B.L. with his friends who went scouting the territory for they were scouting ants. They never traveled any place alone. 14
Anthony being the eventful sleeper that he was, was not just prone to sleep talking but also to sleep walking. Still stuck in his dream state he continued his fantasy with the actions carried out in the real world. Slowly he sat up upon his mattress with his feet planted on the floor. 15
In the dream he was now in the kitchen with a collection of ants in a jar. “Mmmm... you guys are going to make a wonderful bug platter.” remarked Anthony with foretelling content. To the side of him in the open cabinet jars of many other different kinds of bugs were captured helplessly in there prisons of glass. Who knows but the anteater of how long they have been trapped there for. For they lost track already of how many days has long since past. 16
Each of the aforementioned bugs each had their own story of how they came to be there. They spent long days recounting the memories which were now burned into their minds. Henry the caterpillar for one had quite a disturbing tale which unfolded like folklore you don't believe to have been true.17
It was raining that forsaken day. He was alone in the garden hiding beneath a fresh gourmet green leaf. Ironic it was that he was seeking shelter beneath such a fine meal. 18
Lighting sparked throughout the sky as well as thunder roaring in the heavens. The Rain streamed down heavily unto everything below, unbiased. 19
Shivering in the cold he thought of ways to get back home with minimal damage. Little did he realize what dreadful event would happen next to him. Perhaps it could be called fate of the worst sorts that our choices create. 20
A normal looking chap strolling through the rain with an common umbrella was coming towards him down the path. The man was an anteater he could surely tell but he looked charming with eyes that seemed to reassure those who looked into them with security. Of course there were doubts which sprinkled down his mind just like the dark overtones of nature before him at first, but he surely was not an ant, he was a caterpillar. The thoughts dissipated in no time at all. 21
“Hello there, what are you doing out here in the cold rain under that leaf which would of made a fine meal,” the well dressed anteater greeted with raised eyebrows. 22
“I went out to relax, to get a quick meal but got caught in the unforeseen rain,” replied Henry with modest discontent with the scenario. 23
Another sound of thunder swept through the heavens as Anthony the anteater smiled at him contemplatively. What he was contemplating Henry hoped was about helping him. “How far away is your home? Perhaps I could give you a lift there in no time,” Anthony offered with edger eyes.24
“Oh, thank you!” the caterpillar replied immensely. “I don't live far at all for a being of your size, just 500 feet away over the hill.” 25
The Anteater pulled out the jar from the raincoat surely as if it had magically appeared within his hands. “Here you go, come inside, we don't want you to catch a cold now,“ the anteater suggested leaving no room for options. Knowing an unconfrontational man as Henry would never complain.26
Henry happily entered his soon to be hell with only happy thoughts. Then just like that Anthony put the jar into his pocket, then preceded to carry him off away from everything he knew.27
B.L. and K.L. Felt the ground tremble. Looking to see what had happened with fear in their eyes they saw the huge anteater presented before them. 28
B.L. Wanted to call out for help but was clouded by too many thoughts racing through his mind. One such thought was, “of course this would happen to me.” He soon realize it would have been a pointless exercise for when he tried talking to his friend K.L. no sound came fourth. “What bad luck I surely have,” he said with irony frozen in the spot.29
K.L. On the other hand couldn't help but move around, if you could even call it that. How he reacted under pressure could even be called comical. He ran in patternless trails never before imagined but came to an abrupt stop when he tripped over a tangled hair upon the ground. “Ahhhhhhh...” he cried out. “What should we do?”30
The two finally got there senses together. “We got to tell the others,” they said in tune. with a short pause following. “Safety in numbers, of course,” they both said in tune once again. 31
The Anteater now standing upon his feet was carrying on whatever dastardly deeds he was taking unadulterated pleasures from in his dream. The poor dream creatures essences being devoured in unspeakable ways inside to an anteater whose appetite would never be satisfied. Thankfully though for them but unluckily for the ants, for the moments that came when he stubbed his toe on the computer chair. Plenty of pain flowed through him causing him to awake.32
The news had spread throughout to all of the invading ants that they have entered the dwelling of an anteater. They scurried carrying all of the foods they could manage which greatly slowed them down. They wanted to have accomplished something but Being caught now was only inevitable. The comical trail of ants with food on there backs went for escape at a snails paste. So far yet so close they all were. 33
“Bob, what have you got us into!” yelled Greg. “Why did you have to smell that scent,” proclaimed Greg bitterly.34
“Its not my fault!” Bob yelled back. “We all agreed to do this, someone else would of smelled the scent eventually,” explained Bob logically in the midst of the excitement. 35
Anthony hopped about uncontrollably. ”Owe..owe...owe” he roared for some time. However the pain soon subsided. Now he was fully awake, aware of everything happening around him. Still with the memory of the delicious dream.36
The anteater scanned his room with fruitful eyes in hopes his plan had already come to past. Sure enough it had become true. His heart started pounding...thump, thump, thump, thump... How wonderful it all was unfolding. His tongue ready to slurp down the ant track. 37
Anthony stood over the ants exalted. The ants stopped, dropped what they were carrying then looked up at their arch nemesis. Only one thought entered their thoughts that very moment. “What will happen next.”38
A contingent of ants coming over the window sill saw what had befallen their family. Sending messengers for help the whole ant colony rallied behind them to defeat their foe. 39
The ant eater slurped down the line of ants as they scattered, fleeing the immediate area. “Dahhhh...” each ant screamed with each their own haunting voice in terror. Many ants devoured in the aftermath as the tongue sucked them down. 40
“Yummy, yummy, yummy... ” the anteater said to himself out loud. “There's no use in running my friends, you cant escape.”41
An army of ants along with varying assortment of bugs stormed the room working together for a common enemy. Wasps flu around him stinging as he tried to swap them off. The anteater screamed in agony. Hundreds of Ants covered every inch of the anteaters body biting every tender area. Flies buzzed around his ears annoying his thoughts.42
The anteater ate and ate his enemies, smashing them with his claws and feet. Even when he was full, not wanting to eat another sicking bite he was forced too. In the end all the bugs had been devoured or smashed.43
Anthony the anteater had learned his lesson. After that, he had cleaned up his room of any mess so no more ants and bugs would attack him again. He would catch his food out there instead of letting them come to him. For in his mistakes he had learned to become greater than what he was. 44
0 Anthony the Anteater Short Story for kids written 5+ years ago.
Title: Anthony the Anteater
Genre: Kid's Short Story
Word Count: 2251
Author: Anthony Souls Blog: http://artcomet.blogspot.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
Anthony the anteater is a sloppy yet complex creature. Being sloppy with his room, leaving trash about, never cleaning anything in his room which would deprive him of comfort is all done according to his master plan. The master plan is as lazy as it is diabolical. Bring every single ant out there to him. (evil laugh...) 1
His philosophy is this: where there is a mess and foods laying about there shall be bugs which journeys from a far to live in such a luxury define setting. Yes, this plan which he will strive for is simple in its tapestry yet complex in its design. He is a marvel amongst anteaters. 2
Anthony started on his mission with passion and determination. After indulging, He left his unfinished cans of cokes on the counters of everything from his dressers to T.V tops. Looking in awe at the splendor of his work, half drank sugar traps design to bring ants to him, a single tear floated down his long pointy nose. It was wondrous. Cans upon cans, cans behind cans, everywhere where a can could stand a can would be. 3
Then came all the unfinished fast foods he partially ate with all the wrappers overflowing the bags and scattered about the floor. Bits of hamburgers, French fries, burrito half's, bits of candy, and Pancakes with syrup sticking about were seen throughout his domain. 4
His plan spewed out into the yard to a local ant colony. “Hey Greg! do you smell that delightful smell as I do? Hamburgers, pancakes and syrup, cokes, the seemingly unlimited quantity of scents drenched the whole ant colony and scavengers about the land outside his home. Get the worker ants together! called out Bob to Greg. We are going to bring back a feast tonight! He said with tremendous delight. 5
The ants were in an up roar. All the luxurious foods they ever dreamed of having were at hand. They scurried deep down inside their passageways beneath the dirt. Communicating, plotting, working together for the common good. They set out to follow the entrancing scent. (Tap tap tap tap their feet's went...)6
Zzzzzzzzz... Anthony the anteater slept dreaming enticing dreams. Dreams which exaggerated the scenarios of his plan which he had devised. One such scenario which was playing out now happened to be this: Muahahahaha... Anthony's evil laugh reign supreme over the helpless doomed ant feast. They were caught in the web of his devices. “Please don't eat me, oh merciful one!, begged one ant on his hands and knees. Another Bunch stood in line as the warriors that they were taking there defeat with dignity. They chanted their alien words as they stepped onto the ant eaters hand. Then he flung the poor ants one by one about in the air like acrobats into his hungry snout. The ants meeting their unfortunate demise in the tomb of their enemy. 7
Meanwhile back in reality, The company of ants marched into the room cautiously in line formation through the window sill. Bob and Greg lead the well dressed army as you might of imagine. Each ant was nervous though at this new world they crawled into. Monstrous dark laughter and mumbling sounds enraged the heavens of this new frontier. However, These men didn't allow their fears to control them, no they were invigorated and adventured on like the true explorers that they were. 8
Downward the wall they crawled with there small hearts pounding, overseeing the scenery before them. It was full of all their desires plus ones they never imagine just like they thought. This was indeed a treasure trove amongst ants. 9
Once upon the ground B.L the bad luck ant was pondering about the hypothetical realities of what will befall him in the nearby future. Being a daydreamer he couldn't help but daze into a trance every now and then.10
K.L. Stood beside him. He was the klutz of the colony but he was B.L.'s closest friend. K.L. was always teased for it. He hated it as much as he hated tripping on a preciously unseen object that now stuck out like a sore thumb.11
B.L. Still stuck in his delusional world was knocked back to reality by his best friend nudging his shoulder. “Are you thinking about the numerous ways life could betray you once again like the lover she is?” Asked his smug friend. All his friend could do for a response was give him the “of course” facial expression which he had long since mastered. Then it was followed with a subtle laugh. 12
All of the ants had gone down the wall already. The scouting ants scattered about in search of unknown treasure laying about. They didn't just search for food but any treasure they desired. They were known as the collectors of the colony. The worker ants went along there way in a line to the task of getting the food at hand.13
This bizarre world still rung with the same dark overtone as when they first arrived but all the ants took strength from one another to cope with the events at hand. Two such ants were B.L. with his friends who went scouting the territory for they were scouting ants. They never traveled any place alone. 14
Anthony being the eventful sleeper that he was, was not just prone to sleep talking but also to sleep walking. Still stuck in his dream state he continued his fantasy with the actions carried out in the real world. Slowly he sat up upon his mattress with his feet planted on the floor. 15
In the dream he was now in the kitchen with a collection of ants in a jar. “Mmmm... you guys are going to make a wonderful bug platter.” remarked Anthony with foretelling content. To the side of him in the open cabinet jars of many other different kinds of bugs were captured helplessly in there prisons of glass. Who knows but the anteater of how long they have been trapped there for. For they lost track already of how many days has long since past. 16
Each of the aforementioned bugs each had their own story of how they came to be there. They spent long days recounting the memories which were now burned into their minds. Henry the caterpillar for one had quite a disturbing tale which unfolded like folklore you don't believe to have been true.17
It was raining that forsaken day. He was alone in the garden hiding beneath a fresh gourmet green leaf. Ironic it was that he was seeking shelter beneath such a fine meal. 18
Lighting sparked throughout the sky as well as thunder roaring in the heavens. The Rain streamed down heavily unto everything below, unbiased. 19
Shivering in the cold he thought of ways to get back home with minimal damage. Little did he realize what dreadful event would happen next to him. Perhaps it could be called fate of the worst sorts that our choices create. 20
A normal looking chap strolling through the rain with an common umbrella was coming towards him down the path. The man was an anteater he could surely tell but he looked charming with eyes that seemed to reassure those who looked into them with security. Of course there were doubts which sprinkled down his mind just like the dark overtones of nature before him at first, but he surely was not an ant, he was a caterpillar. The thoughts dissipated in no time at all. 21
“Hello there, what are you doing out here in the cold rain under that leaf which would of made a fine meal,” the well dressed anteater greeted with raised eyebrows. 22
“I went out to relax, to get a quick meal but got caught in the unforeseen rain,” replied Henry with modest discontent with the scenario. 23
Another sound of thunder swept through the heavens as Anthony the anteater smiled at him contemplatively. What he was contemplating Henry hoped was about helping him. “How far away is your home? Perhaps I could give you a lift there in no time,” Anthony offered with edger eyes.24
“Oh, thank you!” the caterpillar replied immensely. “I don't live far at all for a being of your size, just 500 feet away over the hill.” 25
The Anteater pulled out the jar from the raincoat surely as if it had magically appeared within his hands. “Here you go, come inside, we don't want you to catch a cold now,“ the anteater suggested leaving no room for options. Knowing an unconfrontational man as Henry would never complain.26
Henry happily entered his soon to be hell with only happy thoughts. Then just like that Anthony put the jar into his pocket, then preceded to carry him off away from everything he knew.27
B.L. and K.L. Felt the ground tremble. Looking to see what had happened with fear in their eyes they saw the huge anteater presented before them. 28
B.L. Wanted to call out for help but was clouded by too many thoughts racing through his mind. One such thought was, “of course this would happen to me.” He soon realize it would have been a pointless exercise for when he tried talking to his friend K.L. no sound came fourth. “What bad luck I surely have,” he said with irony frozen in the spot.29
K.L. On the other hand couldn't help but move around, if you could even call it that. How he reacted under pressure could even be called comical. He ran in patternless trails never before imagined but came to an abrupt stop when he tripped over a tangled hair upon the ground. “Ahhhhhhh...” he cried out. “What should we do?”30
The two finally got there senses together. “We got to tell the others,” they said in tune. with a short pause following. “Safety in numbers, of course,” they both said in tune once again. 31
The Anteater now standing upon his feet was carrying on whatever dastardly deeds he was taking unadulterated pleasures from in his dream. The poor dream creatures essences being devoured in unspeakable ways inside to an anteater whose appetite would never be satisfied. Thankfully though for them but unluckily for the ants, for the moments that came when he stubbed his toe on the computer chair. Plenty of pain flowed through him causing him to awake.32
The news had spread throughout to all of the invading ants that they have entered the dwelling of an anteater. They scurried carrying all of the foods they could manage which greatly slowed them down. They wanted to have accomplished something but Being caught now was only inevitable. The comical trail of ants with food on there backs went for escape at a snails paste. So far yet so close they all were. 33
“Bob, what have you got us into!” yelled Greg. “Why did you have to smell that scent,” proclaimed Greg bitterly.34
“Its not my fault!” Bob yelled back. “We all agreed to do this, someone else would of smelled the scent eventually,” explained Bob logically in the midst of the excitement. 35
Anthony hopped about uncontrollably. ”Owe..owe...owe” he roared for some time. However the pain soon subsided. Now he was fully awake, aware of everything happening around him. Still with the memory of the delicious dream.36
The anteater scanned his room with fruitful eyes in hopes his plan had already come to past. Sure enough it had become true. His heart started pounding...thump, thump, thump, thump... How wonderful it all was unfolding. His tongue ready to slurp down the ant track. 37
Anthony stood over the ants exalted. The ants stopped, dropped what they were carrying then looked up at their arch nemesis. Only one thought entered their thoughts that very moment. “What will happen next.”38
A contingent of ants coming over the window sill saw what had befallen their family. Sending messengers for help the whole ant colony rallied behind them to defeat their foe. 39
The ant eater slurped down the line of ants as they scattered, fleeing the immediate area. “Dahhhh...” each ant screamed with each their own haunting voice in terror. Many ants devoured in the aftermath as the tongue sucked them down. 40
“Yummy, yummy, yummy... ” the anteater said to himself out loud. “There's no use in running my friends, you cant escape.”41
An army of ants along with varying assortment of bugs stormed the room working together for a common enemy. Wasps flu around him stinging as he tried to swap them off. The anteater screamed in agony. Hundreds of Ants covered every inch of the anteaters body biting every tender area. Flies buzzed around his ears annoying his thoughts.42
The anteater ate and ate his enemies, smashing them with his claws and feet. Even when he was full, not wanting to eat another sicking bite he was forced too. In the end all the bugs had been devoured or smashed.43
Anthony the anteater had learned his lesson. After that, he had cleaned up his room of any mess so no more ants and bugs would attack him again. He would catch his food out there instead of letting them come to him. For in his mistakes he had learned to become greater than what he was. 44
Genre: Kid's Short Story
Word Count: 2251
Author: Anthony Souls Blog: http://artcomet.blogspot.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/AnthonySouls
Anthony the anteater is a sloppy yet complex creature. Being sloppy with his room, leaving trash about, never cleaning anything in his room which would deprive him of comfort is all done according to his master plan. The master plan is as lazy as it is diabolical. Bring every single ant out there to him. (evil laugh...) 1
His philosophy is this: where there is a mess and foods laying about there shall be bugs which journeys from a far to live in such a luxury define setting. Yes, this plan which he will strive for is simple in its tapestry yet complex in its design. He is a marvel amongst anteaters. 2
Anthony started on his mission with passion and determination. After indulging, He left his unfinished cans of cokes on the counters of everything from his dressers to T.V tops. Looking in awe at the splendor of his work, half drank sugar traps design to bring ants to him, a single tear floated down his long pointy nose. It was wondrous. Cans upon cans, cans behind cans, everywhere where a can could stand a can would be. 3
Then came all the unfinished fast foods he partially ate with all the wrappers overflowing the bags and scattered about the floor. Bits of hamburgers, French fries, burrito half's, bits of candy, and Pancakes with syrup sticking about were seen throughout his domain. 4
His plan spewed out into the yard to a local ant colony. “Hey Greg! do you smell that delightful smell as I do? Hamburgers, pancakes and syrup, cokes, the seemingly unlimited quantity of scents drenched the whole ant colony and scavengers about the land outside his home. Get the worker ants together! called out Bob to Greg. We are going to bring back a feast tonight! He said with tremendous delight. 5
The ants were in an up roar. All the luxurious foods they ever dreamed of having were at hand. They scurried deep down inside their passageways beneath the dirt. Communicating, plotting, working together for the common good. They set out to follow the entrancing scent. (Tap tap tap tap their feet's went...)6
Zzzzzzzzz... Anthony the anteater slept dreaming enticing dreams. Dreams which exaggerated the scenarios of his plan which he had devised. One such scenario which was playing out now happened to be this: Muahahahaha... Anthony's evil laugh reign supreme over the helpless doomed ant feast. They were caught in the web of his devices. “Please don't eat me, oh merciful one!, begged one ant on his hands and knees. Another Bunch stood in line as the warriors that they were taking there defeat with dignity. They chanted their alien words as they stepped onto the ant eaters hand. Then he flung the poor ants one by one about in the air like acrobats into his hungry snout. The ants meeting their unfortunate demise in the tomb of their enemy. 7
Meanwhile back in reality, The company of ants marched into the room cautiously in line formation through the window sill. Bob and Greg lead the well dressed army as you might of imagine. Each ant was nervous though at this new world they crawled into. Monstrous dark laughter and mumbling sounds enraged the heavens of this new frontier. However, These men didn't allow their fears to control them, no they were invigorated and adventured on like the true explorers that they were. 8
Downward the wall they crawled with there small hearts pounding, overseeing the scenery before them. It was full of all their desires plus ones they never imagine just like they thought. This was indeed a treasure trove amongst ants. 9
Once upon the ground B.L the bad luck ant was pondering about the hypothetical realities of what will befall him in the nearby future. Being a daydreamer he couldn't help but daze into a trance every now and then.10
K.L. Stood beside him. He was the klutz of the colony but he was B.L.'s closest friend. K.L. was always teased for it. He hated it as much as he hated tripping on a preciously unseen object that now stuck out like a sore thumb.11
B.L. Still stuck in his delusional world was knocked back to reality by his best friend nudging his shoulder. “Are you thinking about the numerous ways life could betray you once again like the lover she is?” Asked his smug friend. All his friend could do for a response was give him the “of course” facial expression which he had long since mastered. Then it was followed with a subtle laugh. 12
All of the ants had gone down the wall already. The scouting ants scattered about in search of unknown treasure laying about. They didn't just search for food but any treasure they desired. They were known as the collectors of the colony. The worker ants went along there way in a line to the task of getting the food at hand.13
This bizarre world still rung with the same dark overtone as when they first arrived but all the ants took strength from one another to cope with the events at hand. Two such ants were B.L. with his friends who went scouting the territory for they were scouting ants. They never traveled any place alone. 14
Anthony being the eventful sleeper that he was, was not just prone to sleep talking but also to sleep walking. Still stuck in his dream state he continued his fantasy with the actions carried out in the real world. Slowly he sat up upon his mattress with his feet planted on the floor. 15
In the dream he was now in the kitchen with a collection of ants in a jar. “Mmmm... you guys are going to make a wonderful bug platter.” remarked Anthony with foretelling content. To the side of him in the open cabinet jars of many other different kinds of bugs were captured helplessly in there prisons of glass. Who knows but the anteater of how long they have been trapped there for. For they lost track already of how many days has long since past. 16
Each of the aforementioned bugs each had their own story of how they came to be there. They spent long days recounting the memories which were now burned into their minds. Henry the caterpillar for one had quite a disturbing tale which unfolded like folklore you don't believe to have been true.17
It was raining that forsaken day. He was alone in the garden hiding beneath a fresh gourmet green leaf. Ironic it was that he was seeking shelter beneath such a fine meal. 18
Lighting sparked throughout the sky as well as thunder roaring in the heavens. The Rain streamed down heavily unto everything below, unbiased. 19
Shivering in the cold he thought of ways to get back home with minimal damage. Little did he realize what dreadful event would happen next to him. Perhaps it could be called fate of the worst sorts that our choices create. 20
A normal looking chap strolling through the rain with an common umbrella was coming towards him down the path. The man was an anteater he could surely tell but he looked charming with eyes that seemed to reassure those who looked into them with security. Of course there were doubts which sprinkled down his mind just like the dark overtones of nature before him at first, but he surely was not an ant, he was a caterpillar. The thoughts dissipated in no time at all. 21
“Hello there, what are you doing out here in the cold rain under that leaf which would of made a fine meal,” the well dressed anteater greeted with raised eyebrows. 22
“I went out to relax, to get a quick meal but got caught in the unforeseen rain,” replied Henry with modest discontent with the scenario. 23
Another sound of thunder swept through the heavens as Anthony the anteater smiled at him contemplatively. What he was contemplating Henry hoped was about helping him. “How far away is your home? Perhaps I could give you a lift there in no time,” Anthony offered with edger eyes.24
“Oh, thank you!” the caterpillar replied immensely. “I don't live far at all for a being of your size, just 500 feet away over the hill.” 25
The Anteater pulled out the jar from the raincoat surely as if it had magically appeared within his hands. “Here you go, come inside, we don't want you to catch a cold now,“ the anteater suggested leaving no room for options. Knowing an unconfrontational man as Henry would never complain.26
Henry happily entered his soon to be hell with only happy thoughts. Then just like that Anthony put the jar into his pocket, then preceded to carry him off away from everything he knew.27
B.L. and K.L. Felt the ground tremble. Looking to see what had happened with fear in their eyes they saw the huge anteater presented before them. 28
B.L. Wanted to call out for help but was clouded by too many thoughts racing through his mind. One such thought was, “of course this would happen to me.” He soon realize it would have been a pointless exercise for when he tried talking to his friend K.L. no sound came fourth. “What bad luck I surely have,” he said with irony frozen in the spot.29
K.L. On the other hand couldn't help but move around, if you could even call it that. How he reacted under pressure could even be called comical. He ran in patternless trails never before imagined but came to an abrupt stop when he tripped over a tangled hair upon the ground. “Ahhhhhhh...” he cried out. “What should we do?”30
The two finally got there senses together. “We got to tell the others,” they said in tune. with a short pause following. “Safety in numbers, of course,” they both said in tune once again. 31
The Anteater now standing upon his feet was carrying on whatever dastardly deeds he was taking unadulterated pleasures from in his dream. The poor dream creatures essences being devoured in unspeakable ways inside to an anteater whose appetite would never be satisfied. Thankfully though for them but unluckily for the ants, for the moments that came when he stubbed his toe on the computer chair. Plenty of pain flowed through him causing him to awake.32
The news had spread throughout to all of the invading ants that they have entered the dwelling of an anteater. They scurried carrying all of the foods they could manage which greatly slowed them down. They wanted to have accomplished something but Being caught now was only inevitable. The comical trail of ants with food on there backs went for escape at a snails paste. So far yet so close they all were. 33
“Bob, what have you got us into!” yelled Greg. “Why did you have to smell that scent,” proclaimed Greg bitterly.34
“Its not my fault!” Bob yelled back. “We all agreed to do this, someone else would of smelled the scent eventually,” explained Bob logically in the midst of the excitement. 35
Anthony hopped about uncontrollably. ”Owe..owe...owe” he roared for some time. However the pain soon subsided. Now he was fully awake, aware of everything happening around him. Still with the memory of the delicious dream.36
The anteater scanned his room with fruitful eyes in hopes his plan had already come to past. Sure enough it had become true. His heart started pounding...thump, thump, thump, thump... How wonderful it all was unfolding. His tongue ready to slurp down the ant track. 37
Anthony stood over the ants exalted. The ants stopped, dropped what they were carrying then looked up at their arch nemesis. Only one thought entered their thoughts that very moment. “What will happen next.”38
A contingent of ants coming over the window sill saw what had befallen their family. Sending messengers for help the whole ant colony rallied behind them to defeat their foe. 39
The ant eater slurped down the line of ants as they scattered, fleeing the immediate area. “Dahhhh...” each ant screamed with each their own haunting voice in terror. Many ants devoured in the aftermath as the tongue sucked them down. 40
“Yummy, yummy, yummy... ” the anteater said to himself out loud. “There's no use in running my friends, you cant escape.”41
An army of ants along with varying assortment of bugs stormed the room working together for a common enemy. Wasps flu around him stinging as he tried to swap them off. The anteater screamed in agony. Hundreds of Ants covered every inch of the anteaters body biting every tender area. Flies buzzed around his ears annoying his thoughts.42
The anteater ate and ate his enemies, smashing them with his claws and feet. Even when he was full, not wanting to eat another sicking bite he was forced too. In the end all the bugs had been devoured or smashed.43
Anthony the anteater had learned his lesson. After that, he had cleaned up his room of any mess so no more ants and bugs would attack him again. He would catch his food out there instead of letting them come to him. For in his mistakes he had learned to become greater than what he was. 44
0 Prose about Life, death, and lost. Excerpt from the heart
I feel dead inside when I think about how many galaxies, universes, dimensions, dreams, characters of the soul and heart will die along with me: Never to have been apart or be apart of this reality. They just die along with me as I leave like God swallowing up the existence.
Nov 29, 2009
0 A collection of my twitter haiku s By @AnthonySouls, Follow me if you want :)
#haiku I imprint my heart . a fingerprint of my soul . the clay of your eyes #poem
#haiku The delicate sound . a star makes when it twinkles . galaxy's whisper #poem
#haiku I hear clear voices . resonating to my ears . my heart's fantasy #poem
#haiku The shades of night fell . as curtains of the opera . Ending the act: day #poem
#haiku Delicate detail . overlaying skeleton . disguising structure #poem
#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another
#haiku Speakled mist in air . slowmotion movement between . scene to scene of town
#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart
#haiku Orange glow on ceiling . fades a dark eternity . these curious shades
#haiku Yesterday's winter . a memory frozen for . tomorrows summer
#haiku My heart is a time-machine . broken: out of order . doomed to the present
If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff
asphalt glistens new . sparkling in the lamp-light . clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit
Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit
Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku #poem
Adolescence leaves . individuality . a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit
Water containing . starlight sprinkles from heaven . colors of cosmos #haiku #writing #writer #art
If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry #weblit #lit
A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry #weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing
#haiku The delicate sound . a star makes when it twinkles . galaxy's whisper #poem
#haiku I hear clear voices . resonating to my ears . my heart's fantasy #poem
#haiku The shades of night fell . as curtains of the opera . Ending the act: day #poem
#haiku Delicate detail . overlaying skeleton . disguising structure #poem
#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another
#haiku Speakled mist in air . slowmotion movement between . scene to scene of town
#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart
#haiku Orange glow on ceiling . fades a dark eternity . these curious shades
#haiku Yesterday's winter . a memory frozen for . tomorrows summer
#haiku My heart is a time-machine . broken: out of order . doomed to the present
If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff
asphalt glistens new . sparkling in the lamp-light . clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit
Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit
Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku #poem
Adolescence leaves . individuality . a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit
Water containing . starlight sprinkles from heaven . colors of cosmos #haiku #writing #writer #art
If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry #weblit #lit
A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry #weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing
0 My first chrismas song / carol lyrics
Winter is coming, Christmas is almost here, spirits are lurking, lurking in the beer
Time is pushing , sentiment is close , fine crystal polished for a thankful toast
Light is sparkling, homes glow with warmth, angels are lurking, lurking at the door
CHORUS
Knock, knock, knock , carolers rocking outside
Rocking to the soul, rocking to the night
Rocking to the hearts, Rocking to the light
From house to house, from soul to soul, connections without our mistletoe
Melody caught, harmony rows, on the sea of Van-Van Gogh
Girls spinning on the brushes of a starry night, feeling the blushes of gentle guys, caught up in innocent-sinful eyes
CHORUS
Sin a little: kiss, kiss, kiss; Take a little: risk, risk, risk
Know a little: one, one, one; Try a little: fun, fun, fun
Have a little: heart, heart, heart; Be not so: part, part, part
Get dressed for the evening, all you ugly ducklings, for the masquerade ballroom on swan lake
Sharpen your ice-skates , to dance on twinkling stars, for your Cinderella night
Drive your carriage, to meet your prince charming, at the gates of ever-after
CHORUS
Everyone's a prince, everyone's a beautiful princess
Everyone's rich, everyone's delicious
Everyone here to share in the atmosphere
Time is pushing , sentiment is close , fine crystal polished for a thankful toast
Light is sparkling, homes glow with warmth, angels are lurking, lurking at the door
CHORUS
Knock, knock, knock , carolers rocking outside
Rocking to the soul, rocking to the night
Rocking to the hearts, Rocking to the light
From house to house, from soul to soul, connections without our mistletoe
Melody caught, harmony rows, on the sea of Van-Van Gogh
Girls spinning on the brushes of a starry night, feeling the blushes of gentle guys, caught up in innocent-sinful eyes
CHORUS
Sin a little: kiss, kiss, kiss; Take a little: risk, risk, risk
Know a little: one, one, one; Try a little: fun, fun, fun
Have a little: heart, heart, heart; Be not so: part, part, part
Get dressed for the evening, all you ugly ducklings, for the masquerade ballroom on swan lake
Sharpen your ice-skates , to dance on twinkling stars, for your Cinderella night
Drive your carriage, to meet your prince charming, at the gates of ever-after
CHORUS
Everyone's a prince, everyone's a beautiful princess
Everyone's rich, everyone's delicious
Everyone here to share in the atmosphere
Nov 15, 2009
0 I am a seedling Tanka Haiku by Anthony Souls
I am a seedling
sitting before such grander
a site I can't have
a world I can not partake
roots shallow upon such earth
sitting before such grander
a site I can't have
a world I can not partake
roots shallow upon such earth
Nov 14, 2009
0 Old dusty dreamers haiku by Anthony Souls
Old dusty dreamers
spinning cobwebs in their minds
wishing just to be
spinning cobwebs in their minds
wishing just to be
Oct 6, 2009
Aug 26, 2009
0 My haiku book avaible for download at lulu.com :)
One Haiku a PageOne Haiku a Page (e-book)
Download: $1.25 *subject to change
Collection of haiku's of my every thinking thoughts: Volume one.
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=4541141
One Haiku a PageOne Haiku a Page (e-book)
Download: $1.25 *subject to change
Collection of haiku's of my every thinking thoughts: Volume one.
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=4541141
One Haiku a PageOne Haiku a Page (e-book)
Aug 9, 2009
0 Wedding Marriage Haiku
Long wedding dress train
"Choochoo's", down the tracks of life
Man at station waits
"Choochoo's", down the tracks of life
Man at station waits
Aug 8, 2009
0 More haikus for you to read :)
demons serenade
my heart into a deep sleep
No numbered lambs jump
Where am I going
pouring my soul in gallons
Achieving nothing
Gallons of heart-ache
Pouring into life's pitcher
Diluting substance
Brain is rewriting
pathways that makes up my thoughts
lost roads past detours
Drowning in old nouns
unable to see the verbs
outside of my box
Worlds within itself
To break through to another
existence next-door
my heart into a deep sleep
No numbered lambs jump
Where am I going
pouring my soul in gallons
Achieving nothing
Gallons of heart-ache
Pouring into life's pitcher
Diluting substance
Brain is rewriting
pathways that makes up my thoughts
lost roads past detours
Drowning in old nouns
unable to see the verbs
outside of my box
Worlds within itself
To break through to another
existence next-door
0 Haikus about life
A tightly wound string
heart beats on violin notes
unable to slow
passion is fleeting
dying into tomorrow
yesterday's remains
do I want to die
if there was no heaven/hell
steal my hungry soul
hyperventilate
a bag filled with outer space
inhaling the stars
heart beats on violin notes
unable to slow
passion is fleeting
dying into tomorrow
yesterday's remains
do I want to die
if there was no heaven/hell
steal my hungry soul
hyperventilate
a bag filled with outer space
inhaling the stars
Aug 7, 2009
0 4 haikus worth reading
Adrift: open space / Alone: separate from earth / Dreams: even greater
Falling: frozen space / Crashing through the atmosphere / Earth: death awaits me
Adult-life: childish / Immature power conflicts / Delusions with age
Dreams rain on pavement / Searching the sky: that one drop / To grant my wishes
Falling: frozen space / Crashing through the atmosphere / Earth: death awaits me
Adult-life: childish / Immature power conflicts / Delusions with age
Dreams rain on pavement / Searching the sky: that one drop / To grant my wishes
Aug 6, 2009
0 2 haikus about memories and love
Memories burn deep
engraving us with fire
To destroy or save
Love with all my heart
every nuance I have left
'till it stops working
Love with all my heart
broken echoes of lost time
to be upon us
Love with all my heart
half within myself remains
cauterize blood drips
Love with all my heart
and in death I shall forget
to awake your eyes
engraving us with fire
To destroy or save
Love with all my heart
every nuance I have left
'till it stops working
Love with all my heart
broken echoes of lost time
to be upon us
Love with all my heart
half within myself remains
cauterize blood drips
Love with all my heart
and in death I shall forget
to awake your eyes
0 What's left afterwards haiku
When you have exhaust
every thought inside your head
What's left afterwards
every thought inside your head
What's left afterwards
Aug 5, 2009
0 Another group of haiku's
There were moments when / I thought I'd never again / see myself once more
Trillions of eyes / unable to comprehend / what just two eyes can
Manipulate man / Steal away from his essence / then who will he be?
Trillions of eyes / unable to comprehend / what just two eyes can
Manipulate man / Steal away from his essence / then who will he be?
Aug 4, 2009
1 Another group of haiku's
Do you see me through/ Apocalyptic currents/ As I truly am?
My love through anger/ Diluting hate with reason/ Forever growing
Lost in a spaceship / Aliens searching for me / Heading towards home
Starlight in my hand / Caught her soul like a firefly / Cannot escape me
Can a great poet / Have his work covered in dust / Unloved forever
Charcoal wedding ring / The weight of eternal love / Begats to diamonds
Lost, broken-heart shards / Forever missing pieces / Fractured perceptions
A glass, blown bubble / Caged inside my own damned world / Just looking outside
A glass, blown bubble / Inside without influence / Until it shattered
Pretentious romance / deluding themselves with love / to be seen by all
Delete who I am / grave inside my subconscious / born underneath life
How can they fake love / Understand the nuances / and choose the dark-side
My love through anger/ Diluting hate with reason/ Forever growing
Lost in a spaceship / Aliens searching for me / Heading towards home
Starlight in my hand / Caught her soul like a firefly / Cannot escape me
Can a great poet / Have his work covered in dust / Unloved forever
Charcoal wedding ring / The weight of eternal love / Begats to diamonds
Lost, broken-heart shards / Forever missing pieces / Fractured perceptions
A glass, blown bubble / Caged inside my own damned world / Just looking outside
A glass, blown bubble / Inside without influence / Until it shattered
Pretentious romance / deluding themselves with love / to be seen by all
Delete who I am / grave inside my subconscious / born underneath life
How can they fake love / Understand the nuances / and choose the dark-side
0 Another group of haiku's
Do you see me through/ Apocalyptic currents/ As I truly am?
My love through anger/ Diluting hate with reason/ Forever growing
Lost in a spaceship / Aliens searching for me / Heading towards home
Starlight in my hand / Caught her soul like a firefly / Cannot escape me
Can a great poet / Have his work covered in dust / Unloved forever
Charcoal wedding ring / The weight of eternal love / Begats to diamonds
My love through anger/ Diluting hate with reason/ Forever growing
Lost in a spaceship / Aliens searching for me / Heading towards home
Starlight in my hand / Caught her soul like a firefly / Cannot escape me
Can a great poet / Have his work covered in dust / Unloved forever
Charcoal wedding ring / The weight of eternal love / Begats to diamonds
Aug 3, 2009
0 Group of haikus I created on my twitter account
Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth
Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet
Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive
Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world
Another world waits /To be drastically changed /For better or for worst
Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell
Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain
What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am
Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction
Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity
Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life
Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul
Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people
Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if
what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul?
Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?
My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world
Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken?
Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity
He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time
Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets
Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up
Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am
Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life
Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost
How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real?
Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction
Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet
Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive
Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world
Another world waits /To be drastically changed /For better or for worst
Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell
Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain
What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am
Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction
Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity
Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life
Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul
Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people
Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if
what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul?
Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?
My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world
Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken?
Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity
He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time
Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets
Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up
Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am
Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life
Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost
How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real?
Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction
Jul 29, 2009
0 What we teach our kids.
We're teaching our kids lessons,
that they would learn anyways
Why not teach them knowledge,
that they may never find out
The aspects of life that we examined,
stumbled upon in the moment
A lit firefly in the aphotic night,
that may never come across again
To teach them how to think,
instead of what to memorize
A robotic soul caught in the headlights,
programed to see what the world wants
Philosophies that goes beyond childhood,
that matures us into adults
An old book of a heart's fantasy,
Growing wiser with time
That they can control who they are,
and not loose all they have gained
A train derailed on the tracks,
steaming and puffing down to oblivion
that they would learn anyways
Why not teach them knowledge,
that they may never find out
The aspects of life that we examined,
stumbled upon in the moment
A lit firefly in the aphotic night,
that may never come across again
To teach them how to think,
instead of what to memorize
A robotic soul caught in the headlights,
programed to see what the world wants
Philosophies that goes beyond childhood,
that matures us into adults
An old book of a heart's fantasy,
Growing wiser with time
That they can control who they are,
and not loose all they have gained
A train derailed on the tracks,
steaming and puffing down to oblivion
0 Dynamism of power
Preoccupied with power as a whole
instead of the power within yourself
The virtue to change your own world
to define who you are
For what strength does a whole give,
if one is shattered inside?
What weight does one add,
to rely on the measure of another?
Must you resolve your weakness,
without understanding it's nature?
For what does delusions add,
to the substance of a man?
That a man can not devour,
the insanity of the world
instead of the power within yourself
The virtue to change your own world
to define who you are
For what strength does a whole give,
if one is shattered inside?
What weight does one add,
to rely on the measure of another?
Must you resolve your weakness,
without understanding it's nature?
For what does delusions add,
to the substance of a man?
That a man can not devour,
the insanity of the world
Jul 28, 2009
0 A world of memories and dreams poem
Thinking between the shutters of thoughts
into the aphotic abyss of the soul
Deep within the catacombs
Grows a world of memories and dreams
into the aphotic abyss of the soul
Deep within the catacombs
Grows a world of memories and dreams
Jul 25, 2009
0 Dying inside change poem
Our dying adolescence
looking for answers
To revive our souls into adulthood
When the days transform into years
small ripples change into whirlpools
To resolve our inconsistencies
Yet some can't merge the two reality's
our childhood with our adulthood
and become lost in life
They become lost to spiritual treasures
settling for silence than absolution
That would keep their world turning
Learning from inadequacy
from others instead of from within
Dictated by everyone's cascading decisions
looking for answers
To revive our souls into adulthood
When the days transform into years
small ripples change into whirlpools
To resolve our inconsistencies
Yet some can't merge the two reality's
our childhood with our adulthood
and become lost in life
They become lost to spiritual treasures
settling for silence than absolution
That would keep their world turning
Learning from inadequacy
from others instead of from within
Dictated by everyone's cascading decisions
Jul 24, 2009
0 Two haiku's about our perceptions in life
We believe ourselves
to be correct with our thoughts
Then: new perceptions
Our beliefs makes us
who we are but there's always
improvements and change
to be correct with our thoughts
Then: new perceptions
Our beliefs makes us
who we are but there's always
improvements and change
0 Two haiku's about our life's journeys
Looking to others
For your journey's path in life
yet you tread alone
We all want to be
apart of one path when we
all have our own fate
For your journey's path in life
yet you tread alone
We all want to be
apart of one path when we
all have our own fate
Jul 20, 2009
0 Lyrical Love poem song
There is this person I know
And her name is written in my soul
Soul-mates quantified by the love that resides inside
Separate strings entangled on fate's thread
She is the heart-beats that I share
and through the music of darkness, I'll be there
Heart strings quantified by the hands of a clock
Emotional gears causing my eyes to knock
Knock on the doors of dreams, the doors of life
and open up our reality like a flower in bloom
When we are apart from one another
our voices are soliloquies and lyrics
To the representations of each-other that abide
an essence of two hearts which collide
That is neither there nor here
But a bridge across two lives
(repeat whole song backwards)
And her name is written in my soul
Soul-mates quantified by the love that resides inside
Separate strings entangled on fate's thread
She is the heart-beats that I share
and through the music of darkness, I'll be there
Heart strings quantified by the hands of a clock
Emotional gears causing my eyes to knock
Knock on the doors of dreams, the doors of life
and open up our reality like a flower in bloom
When we are apart from one another
our voices are soliloquies and lyrics
To the representations of each-other that abide
an essence of two hearts which collide
That is neither there nor here
But a bridge across two lives
(repeat whole song backwards)
Jul 18, 2009
Jul 13, 2009
Jul 11, 2009
0 Is it over or still coursing through me?? by Ariabelle Sierra
| fallen angels always hanging around your shoulders whispering for you to go back to the addicting drug you loved soo much teasing you with empty lies always sugar coating them for you to get that little trip you loved so much the high that made all your hellish world gone for a few minutes and then washed back down to reality and the cycle turns right back to this ugly little rut you put yoruself in You tried stopping the addiction but the withdrawls are so rough that your body shakes and writhers for that taste of seduction coursing through your veins once again... while your brain is wanting you to stop this ugly little habit you made into this addiction why cant you stop this when you started it so little in the beginning you wonder what you have become and feel that your dead inside and this feeling of highness gives you a soul back inside your numbed body that you crave to have a long time ago before you started this habit will this addiction ever stop?? or will it consume your body to the point that you couldnt handle the cravings and started using more and more and this is what ya get.... being in the grave for using so much that you forget who you was..and became this person who just need a quick fix that you couldnt handle and felt that your body couldnt take anymore abused you were doing to it that it writhered on the ground and now we see you in the grave for you couldnt stop the little addiction you had started on your own in the first place. inspired by its all over by three days grace |
0 What happened to this girl by Ariabelle Sierra
| Does anyone care that your alive or dead? thats the question that courses through your mind when your feeling alone that no one knows your here Will you ever cope with what happened to you as a kid? will those thoughts every go away that stay in the back of your head or will they always keep resurfing to hurt you again and again in the future when you think your better from what people did? or will you supress those memories once again..so you dont have to deal with them??? No one cares where your at no one cares what your dealing with you have to fight the arguing that goes on inside your head you have to deal with people talking about you saying that your not who you are and that your just another little light that is loosing its beacon and moving more into the dark side so you can somehow get rid of these thoughts so you dont have to deal with them anymore dont have to deal with anything just have a normal life or somewhat a life that you try to have but those inner demons hold you down with your own dark memories as your chains that bind you to the ugly dugeon that you made for yourself the ugly scars cutting deep into your creamy flesh to show whatl eaks in the inside the crimson twisted with sulfur acid both burning so bright and so hard that it snaps the bones in half freeing you to start something new with yourself to recover from the ugly wounds that you made on yourself and what others did as well you start descending more into the abyss as the cuts grow more and more on your body that theres nothing to do but stay in this little dark room you made as your life now Those little demons in your head telling you to create new scars to create more harm to your body that its hard to hear what your thinking in your own head trying so hard no to listen to what these little ugly beasts are saying too you but where did you loose yourself? where did you go? where did your other side go where did your light go that made you want to get up and start a new life? where did it all go what happened to this person you knew so well why did you become something so ugly that you dont recongize it yourself will you ever figure out what happened to the other side of yourself or will that always be gone like the other memories went too..... just in a box locked up somewhere deep inside your soul?? that even you cant get to it when you are feeling so lost so down that you cant open this box thats suppose to have some wonderful memories and your heart in it why did you loose something so precious that it will never be in your grasp ever again what happened to that person to the one knowing how to be happy how to live life how to push the voices out and to live a somewhat decent life but these questions keep popping up each time..when something triggers it How will you cope with people hurting you with people taking away your innocence and not caring what happened to you didnt care you had a opinion or a voice for that matter only wanting what they wanted and thats just lust not a girl who had a heart who had a mind.. NO they wanted just my body just wanting to satisify themselves never caring how i will feel years later.. seeing what they did to this body that once belonged to a happy girl they screwed it up... screwed her mind up making her think that shes a disgrace that no one wants her that no one care who she is or what she has to say... when will her voice be heard??? will it be today or will it be never???? is anyone going to help her out of this drowning pool or people going to watch again and just silently look away when she dies in her own world.. for not speaking up till now Sigh inspired by apocalyptica featuring adam gontier called i dont care |
0 The Definitive Guide: To how to write a poem worth reading
How to write a poem:
In the following post, I will try to list the criteria of a well-written poem.
1.Relate-able: The poem should be-able to be relate-able to your audience.
By this, I mean that your poem should spark an interest inside of them that they can identify with and think about, weather it be emotion, theme, or meaning.
2.Consistent and precise: The poem should follow a general writing style.
By this, it shouldn't stray from the point you are trying to achieve. The language should be precise in that the meaning can be deduced by the reader in an intelligent manner. The poem shouldn't rely on needed information that the author forgot to tell or left out. The flow of the poem should be lucid and smoothly transfer from verse to verse, stanza to stanza.
3.Original and unique: The poem should be original and unique.
By this, the writer should utilize their unique perceptions and identity to convey their message. The message itself should get the reader thinking in a new way. The meaning of the poem doesn't have to be original, per-say, just the perception you are trying to convey. The poem should fully explore the purpose of the poem. Although this is a double edge sword, don't be too metaphoric for the poems own good. Don't let your poem substitute wordiness for meaning. Don't let the poem be too unique and original that no one will get it.
4.Use poetic language: The poem should covey its message in poetic terms.
Use of imagery, metaphors, similes, poetic forms: haiku, sonnet, free verse, narrative, ect...
5.Show don't tell: Covey the goal in terms that the reader must deduce what is going on.
By this, I mean that instead of being straight to the point, allow the message to be taught through meaning instead of name. Don't name what is going on outright, show the meaning through actions, imagery, emotion, and so fourth.
Although this blog tries to identify key points of what makes a poem worth reading. It's up to the writer to express himself in an artistic manner. To be unconventional and progress our understanding of ourselves and life.
In the following post, I will try to list the criteria of a well-written poem.
1.Relate-able: The poem should be-able to be relate-able to your audience.
By this, I mean that your poem should spark an interest inside of them that they can identify with and think about, weather it be emotion, theme, or meaning.
2.Consistent and precise: The poem should follow a general writing style.
By this, it shouldn't stray from the point you are trying to achieve. The language should be precise in that the meaning can be deduced by the reader in an intelligent manner. The poem shouldn't rely on needed information that the author forgot to tell or left out. The flow of the poem should be lucid and smoothly transfer from verse to verse, stanza to stanza.
3.Original and unique: The poem should be original and unique.
By this, the writer should utilize their unique perceptions and identity to convey their message. The message itself should get the reader thinking in a new way. The meaning of the poem doesn't have to be original, per-say, just the perception you are trying to convey. The poem should fully explore the purpose of the poem. Although this is a double edge sword, don't be too metaphoric for the poems own good. Don't let your poem substitute wordiness for meaning. Don't let the poem be too unique and original that no one will get it.
4.Use poetic language: The poem should covey its message in poetic terms.
Use of imagery, metaphors, similes, poetic forms: haiku, sonnet, free verse, narrative, ect...
5.Show don't tell: Covey the goal in terms that the reader must deduce what is going on.
By this, I mean that instead of being straight to the point, allow the message to be taught through meaning instead of name. Don't name what is going on outright, show the meaning through actions, imagery, emotion, and so fourth.
Although this blog tries to identify key points of what makes a poem worth reading. It's up to the writer to express himself in an artistic manner. To be unconventional and progress our understanding of ourselves and life.
Jul 9, 2009
0 The Grim Repaer Comes: Senryu
The grim reaper comes
bearing gifts of an afterlife
we are too good for
bearing gifts of an afterlife
we are too good for
0 Each and every drop of blood: Senryu poem
I loved with my heart
each and every drop of blood
until I ran out
each and every drop of blood
until I ran out
0 A Single Life...: Free Verse
Waking nightmares
singing lullaby's
inside of my head
A demented, Gothic opera
Broadway renditions
propagates death
Quantum variations of sadness
Spotlight from starlight upon the stage
Opening for the tango of his soliloquy
Fragmented perceptions
Heart-beats like violin strings
To the tragic vocals of...
A single life
singing lullaby's
inside of my head
A demented, Gothic opera
Broadway renditions
propagates death
Quantum variations of sadness
Spotlight from starlight upon the stage
Opening for the tango of his soliloquy
Fragmented perceptions
Heart-beats like violin strings
To the tragic vocals of...
A single life
0 Daydreams
My daydreams have a mind of their own
A life of their own
And I'm just another character
From another world
Trying to find my home
And I switch between
Nightmares and sweets
Just like night and day
And you may wonder why my heart beats
It's just its way
And even though this world adheres
To some degree of my design
You may find it weird
That it's hard to find a place to define
As mine
A life of their own
And I'm just another character
From another world
Trying to find my home
And I switch between
Nightmares and sweets
Just like night and day
And you may wonder why my heart beats
It's just its way
And even though this world adheres
To some degree of my design
You may find it weird
That it's hard to find a place to define
As mine
Jul 7, 2009
0 Depressed World
How it must feel to be homeless, all alone on the streets of this world
I ponder this quite often, wondering where I would go if I had no where else to go
Dropping through the cracks of our society into the dark subtext of this world’s heart
How would I ever crawl out of such a grimy, jagged crevice back into what I would call life
Protecting myself from the blackened hearts of our populous
Where would I get hope from when the truth is so horrible and lies seems so beautiful
Would I steal for food when I’m starving for strength
Would I kill for security, just to be safe and not for another night weep
I wish not to think about how dark the darkness would grow that’s already inside of me
And through my thoughts I find that this world doesn’t resemble me
Doesn’t value the same moral fiber as I do, doesn’t share the same deduction as I do
And I search for why I am here, why I can’t seem to survive in this alien world
“God why am I even alive in a world that I’m so different from that I can’t survive”
I ponder this quite often, wondering where I would go if I had no where else to go
Dropping through the cracks of our society into the dark subtext of this world’s heart
How would I ever crawl out of such a grimy, jagged crevice back into what I would call life
Protecting myself from the blackened hearts of our populous
Where would I get hope from when the truth is so horrible and lies seems so beautiful
Would I steal for food when I’m starving for strength
Would I kill for security, just to be safe and not for another night weep
I wish not to think about how dark the darkness would grow that’s already inside of me
And through my thoughts I find that this world doesn’t resemble me
Doesn’t value the same moral fiber as I do, doesn’t share the same deduction as I do
And I search for why I am here, why I can’t seem to survive in this alien world
“God why am I even alive in a world that I’m so different from that I can’t survive”
Jul 4, 2009
0 Death Stealer by Ariabelle Sierra
riding away with death on a dark and enchanting horse Hair gleaming in the milky moonlight your face shadows all your fears wondering why your letting death take you away from your security place What made you change your mind? what made you want death instead of life? DId you think being the princess of death would change everything for you? Or did you think you would have some exciting fun instead of a boring old safety net? you hunger for death that you dilluted yourself thinking that youll be dancing at masquerade balls that this is your chance to be a princess and get whatever you want within your little grubby grasp while hes wisking you away on a dark magnificant beast drifting away from the place you knew and replacing it with his allure of magic Showing you bedazzling lies that he says will be yours when you enter the underworld while in his mind hes laughing horriblely knowing that he has captured a butterfly in a web one that cant be free from the fate they put themselves in wondering if this nightmare will ever go away or if this is true he will torture their souls forever |
Jul 3, 2009
0 On Another Earth
On Another Earth
Time-travelers obsolete
On another earth
Jul 2, 2009
0 The Closet Stairway
In the darkness I sit alone upon my bed staring into the closet
Where shadows are chanting in ritual with words I can not hear
And the fabric of reality started to assemble a staircase of petrified wood
I walked over in wonder to ponder what was down it's seemingly infinite steps
Peering down the deep abyss with orange glowing walls of rock
And I decided to venture down into the cavern I found myself within
Strange creatures climbed up the rock faces
They hung like bats from the stalactites
Usual sounds beat through the air like music
And I was compelled to go further down into it's depth
Towards the end, I saw a young beautiful woman entering a chasm of hallways and rooms
Like a dollhouse, stretching infinitely up and down the rock face
I could see into each lit room and hallway all of the residents that lived there
And I was amazed in wonder of at my upcoming adventure through this unknown world
Jun 27, 2009
1 Should there be more laws to protect homeless people? Should laws be in effect to outlaw being homeless?
I think the trend to make it a crime to be homeless is ridiculous and the prison system would never be able to handle jailing the amount of homeless people there are. I think it's unconstitutional and that some public land should be turned into campsites with bath and water and job help to protect our homeless citizens.
The trend to criminalize our unfortunate homeless citizens in a civilized world while helping third world countries is appalling. It reminds me of discrimination, consecration camps in the effect people simply want to hate them and round them up into one place which seems to be heading towards prison. And since our jail system could never handle such a thing, it's more likely to turn into homeless prison camps. Morally the issue should have no gray but legally there seems to be a lot of gray. Its unfortunate since soo many people face homelessness and the unsafety that comes with it.
Jun 14, 2009
0 Will there be a new star trek series after the new star trek movie
I hope there will be, it looks very possible. The new star trek movie fits the new generation of viewers. The new actors portray the original cast very well with good differences. I think if they did make another series off of the movie it would be great, maybe even re-energize the franchise. I miss my star trek :) And since its based off of an alternate time-line like in the movie, it can go in any direction it wants :)
0 They should make the playstation 2 game spiral into a movie
I recently got a playstation 2 and played a game called spiral; I really think they should make it into a movie. The dragon has a very likable character, the elements of the game would make a wonderful movie that everyone would love. I'm somewhat surprise that the game has been out for soo long without anyone making it into a movie yet. Well that's just my thoughts :) If someone did make an animated film based on it, it would probably do very well.
Jun 12, 2009
0 My Disney world experience could of been better
I went to Disney world, stayed at a Disney world resort, and went to just about all of the theme parks except for one. In any event, my experience comes from that of a poor person. Disney World as I knew it was for everyone, but the majority of everyone were upper class or high middle class. This wouldn't have even mattered if they weren't snobby people. You can tell by the body language and gestures. The whole park is tailored to the upper class and high middle class. You have to reserve almost anywhere decent to eat, the prices are high, and the only good thing was use of the Disney bus transportation.
Now, I'm used to theme parks where everything is in one place, the rides outweigh everything else, and the people are your average joes. Each Disney world theme park only has at most maybe 10 rides, only 3 are remotely fun in each park. Then you have to pay more to just have the park hopper past so you can get to the other parks which has the rest of there rides. Splash mountain was a disappointment, didn't even have waterfalls and didn't get wet. On the other note, tower of terror was very good and I enjoyed that. The plays were also outstanding as we saw finding Nemo which was a blast, beauty and the beast, and little mermaid.
All in all, the trip had its ups and downs. The resort wasn't worth what we were paying. It had no decent cable, everything had an extra fee, and the only good thing was the free Disney transportation. The parks didn't have enough to do ride wise, the restaurants were catered to the rich and reserve only, although there were some nice cheap places to eat at we found. The entertainment was nice, such as: plays. With all the ups and downs, at the end of the day, a cheaper vacation spot like magic mountain or Disney land would of been better. If you are a poor person who doesn't want to pay for every little detail, don't feel like making reservations for 35 dollar a person meals, don't want to deal with feeling out of place around the snobby rich upper and middle class, then Disney world is not likely going to turn out like your cheap vacations, just isn't worth the trouble and price you pay.
Of course all of this is just my opinion, you may love it but as for me, It's not worth seeing how the other half lives in this overpriced, overrated World of ridiculousness.
Now, I'm used to theme parks where everything is in one place, the rides outweigh everything else, and the people are your average joes. Each Disney world theme park only has at most maybe 10 rides, only 3 are remotely fun in each park. Then you have to pay more to just have the park hopper past so you can get to the other parks which has the rest of there rides. Splash mountain was a disappointment, didn't even have waterfalls and didn't get wet. On the other note, tower of terror was very good and I enjoyed that. The plays were also outstanding as we saw finding Nemo which was a blast, beauty and the beast, and little mermaid.
All in all, the trip had its ups and downs. The resort wasn't worth what we were paying. It had no decent cable, everything had an extra fee, and the only good thing was the free Disney transportation. The parks didn't have enough to do ride wise, the restaurants were catered to the rich and reserve only, although there were some nice cheap places to eat at we found. The entertainment was nice, such as: plays. With all the ups and downs, at the end of the day, a cheaper vacation spot like magic mountain or Disney land would of been better. If you are a poor person who doesn't want to pay for every little detail, don't feel like making reservations for 35 dollar a person meals, don't want to deal with feeling out of place around the snobby rich upper and middle class, then Disney world is not likely going to turn out like your cheap vacations, just isn't worth the trouble and price you pay.
Of course all of this is just my opinion, you may love it but as for me, It's not worth seeing how the other half lives in this overpriced, overrated World of ridiculousness.
May 19, 2009
0 Vampire Dreams by Ashley Quebedeau
| bloody lips dripping lushious ruby drops down her ivory mouth while her eyes sparkled like a trinket in a treasure chest when i look into a portrait of you i see the midnight sky with a milky moon looking like scarlet roses scattering to the winds like a lullaby of forsaken music weaves its secretive enchantment into braclets of diamond snowflakes dancing and twinkling in the fairylight leaving a silhouette of ultraviolet frost of smokey lace on your face like a ballet song of melancholy masquerading a feline grace of emerald pearls tangled into whsipers of desired kisses An illusion of silver satin tears of babys breath crystallised in your golden hair while phantom dreams and deadly nightshade tarnishes your dreamcatcher of fragments of silky feathers stitched into vibrant flames of tattered willows This dreamscape is the only vision that cascades a longing memory of your elegant embrace of this world and your love to me resides in your soul for only me. |
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