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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

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

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.

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

0 Haiku : A cappella raindrops

'cappella raindrops
onomatopoeia words
of an angels voice

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

0 Haiku : Woke up from death's grasp

Woke up from death's grasp
soul climbing into body
decaying slippers

0 Haiku : Grim Reaper has come

Grim Reaper has come
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

0 Haiku : We amplify thoughts

We amplify thoughts
turning a sky-blue marble
into our whole world

0 Haiku : buried under now

How easy it is
to forget who she once was
buried under now

0 Haiku : sneak peek in her life

Sneak peek in her life
every detail analyzed
a photo somewhere

Dec 28, 2009

0 Haiku : Unlike a mirror

Unlike a mirror
I see reflections of time
your soul's existence

0 Haiku : Midnight Serenade

Midnight serenade
princess of a starry night
wakes me from my dream

0 Haiku : I lost her heart's key

I lost her heart's key
Never again to unlock
the treasure of love

0 Haiku : my fears are cages

My fears are cages
each locking a part of me
from knowing myself

0 Haiku : Yesterday's noise comes

Yesterday's noise comes
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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Dec 27, 2009

0 haiku : thoughts of others watch

Behind the action
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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0 Haiku : Does life have a plot

Does life have a plot
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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1 Haiku : Influenced by time

Influenced by time
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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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

1 Idea of death haiku

Idea of death, an
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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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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0 Haiku Thought's apparition

Thought's apparition
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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Dec 23, 2009

0 Haiku starlight explodes to

Starlight Explodes to
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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0 Haiku After her tears stopped

After her tears stopped
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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0 Haiku about a Faerie

A captured faerie
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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0 Haiku about life

On top of my chest
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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0 Haiku about death

When death calls my name
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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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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0 Haiku about death stems to beauty (poems,art)

Death stems to beauty
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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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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0 Haiku about falling apart soul (art,poems)

Falling apart soul
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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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

0 Haiku about words eating away (art, poems)

Words eating away
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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Dec 18, 2009

0 Ehow article : How to improve your kids spelling, vocabulary, pronunciation

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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

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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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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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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0 Gothic haiku about demons and angels (poems)

Demons call my name
what does it mean to me
to hear no angels

Going to add a mp3 version later.

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0 Haiku about music and heart (poems)

My heart is playing
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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0 Mp3 Haiku about beauty and pain (spoken word and lyrics)

Deprived of beauty
I sit inside a torched world
transforming the pain


0 Enhanced Evp recording, "Hey you guys", Slowed and amplified

Dec 14, 2009

1 My Delicate World Audio Haiku MP3 format

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
http://artcomet.blogspot.com

0 Free A haiku a Page Ebook by Anthony Souls Download Link

A Haiku a Page Ebook By Anthony Souls Download Link

0 Haiku mp3 about Robot's Eyes (audio version)

0 Haiku about Robot's eyes (poems about) Sci-fi Haiku (poem)

Robot's eye's gears turn
beautiful ballerina
ballroom in her eyes

0 Haiku about transition (poems about)

My delicate 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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1 Gondola through dreams haiku

Gondola through dreams
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

1 To all my regular visitors, I would love to hear a comment from you.

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.

Feel free to comment all of your thoughts on this post, Thanks :)

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

Dec 10, 2009

0 Review my haiku (poetry) ebook for a free copy on your blog or youtube or other means.

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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

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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)

0 Haiku by @AnthonySouls about ideas

ideas plugged into
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nov 14, 2009

0 Old dusty dreamers haiku by Anthony Souls

Old dusty dreamers
spinning cobwebs in their minds
wishing just to be

Oct 6, 2009

0 Free haiku ebook for download

Free haiku ebook for download

Get it while you can.

Haiku Ebook Link

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)

Aug 9, 2009

0 Wedding Marriage Haiku

Long wedding dress train
"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

0 Scholars of darkness haiku

Ordinary men
Philosophers in life's cracks
Scholars of darkness

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

Aug 7, 2009

0 Survive on my own haiku

Tossed into the world
from a sheltered existence
Survive on my own

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

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

0 What's left afterwards haiku

When you have exhaust
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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jul 25, 2009

0 Dying inside change haiku

Dying inside change
Adulthood and childhood clash
Both worlds lost within

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

Jul 24, 2009

0 Mandolin slicer haiku emotional pain

Mandolin slicer

rubbing my heart on its blade

Tomato red bowl

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

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

Jul 20, 2009

1 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)

Jul 18, 2009

0 Infinite knowledge haiku

A butterfly wing
Shutters like an eye blinking
Infinite knowledge

Jul 13, 2009

0 Death of the body : haiku poem

Death of the body

Propagates reality

Enables our dreams

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.

0 Time changes: haiku poem

Time changes
Leaving us ancient ruins
of intelligence

Jul 9, 2009

0 The Grim Repaer Comes: Senryu

The grim reaper comes
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

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

0 My Faith Is: Acrostic poem

Falling
Apart
In
Tangents and
Heartbreaks

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

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”

0 The Poetry Shelf is a new blog I started for just poetry.

Check it out and hope to see you there!
http://thepoetryshelf.tumblr.com/

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

Ghosts planting gardens

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.

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.