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.
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