I don't like poems

That have a specific way

of being writen

don't like being controlled

hence, this complaint lives...

"I asked you to protect her, not train her!"

"Yeah, but that's not me and you know it. Why would you have brought her here if yih wanted her safe. A christian atmosphere this is not."

Throughing his hands in the air, the priest stomped over to me. "All right monk, do whatever you want but she's your now. I'm reporting her dead to the capital. This is not the princess we wanted."

"OK." They shrugg...

I woke up. Sitting next to me was a bible. It was burnt and torn. Runes were written in to it, I assumed, by me. Next to it was the shambles of a bottle that once held milk. Its edges were burnished with flicks of blood, drying. Sitting in front of my was a collection of humans. Their remains were scattered about in the shape of a tire. Everything felt wrong. I satred in horror, my hand lifting to...

"Never trust a survivor unless you know what they did to survive." reading the quote my heart jolts. I remember my friends and their horrified faces. My throat tightens. It had been so close. I had done so much yet it was never enough. My shoulders sag and I think about just how true that quote is. I am the one you should be wary of. I lied and cheated and wanted to kill. I chose myself over my fa...

My head hurt and my heart hurts. I can't remember the last time I had a decent meal. I am vaguely annoyed at chance or fate or destiny, or whatever you want to call it. Anyway, I am so fucking annoyed I can barely speak! First, I get doomed to this sick half life and now I have to marry a prince. And of course we're going to ignore the fact that I am 300 years older than him. What will happen when...

I see a knife blade pull accross the table toward me. I imagined its bloody side soaking my throat in new found glee. "No... " I whisper, but it's too late. I close my eyes and see the bodies of cell mates scattered and torn. "Don't... " but it did. I hear a scraping. It sends shivers up my spine. I open my eyes. My hand trembles, poised above my wrist. "Don't..." I whisper, but it does. _I am the...

Leaves falling fast

Summer's gone, we must dash

Bring your friends and hide your stash

Set a'drift and hoist your mast

Winter's nigh, the fire's cast

Snow is falling in a flash

Teeth of wolves begin to gnash

Halloween's begun at last

Fairies, globlins gather near

Its time to fill these woods with fear

Twisting, whisling, dancing rain

Thunder fills the woods with pain

Witches, its time to cast ...

Sleep well, young flower bright

Time to get your sleep tonight

Take this pill, stay still...

_Tick, tick, tick _

Time is counting down

_Tick, tick, tick_

The clock's run out

_Ding, ding, dong_

All the time is gone

_Bing, bang, boom_

Time to meet your doom...

"Your turn."

"Huh?"

"It's your turn! How many times do I have to say it?"

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"I can tell." She bit back. Her oponent visibly flinched.

"I'll play knight to e4." Angelica offered.

Keala rolled her eyes. "You can't do that." Angelica looked at the board for a few seconds then glanced at Keala. "Is my king in check?"

"No, but he will be if you move your knight."

"...