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My Mind: A TreeMy mind like a tree
Grasping for nourishment:
At times it would seem I had none
And no matter how much I wrung out of its branches
My only reward would be old, tired words
With little meaning left in them.
I would tire of growing
Wanting nothing more than to stay stagnant in the drying sun
Devoid of any more words
But then it would come
Something I had been so long without it seemed:
I would reach out for only a moment
To read, to watch, to listen
And my instincts, my old habits
Would kick in
I could not help but to see the words before me
On a tempting platter of silvers and golds
Gleaming with a new found beauty that none could rival
A branch would bend down in curiosity and it would begin
The clouds would form up there in their heavens
And with no regard to me, they would rain:
The books, the movies, the speeches
Would come back to me with a newfound glory
The words I had seen had become a stew pot of prose and poetry alike
My mind, the tree, would bend
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 7: Traps and TwinsAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 7: Traps and Twins
Hinata’s eyes widen, and her cheeks are now so red she could almost rival a tomato, and Naruto has joined her, but he doesn’t bother to move.
Outside, Kakashi, too focused on helping Sakura, sets his foot straight into the trap beside Sakura.
“Well now what?” Sakura sighs.
Kakashi’s eyes crinkle, “No idea.” He chuckles.
Naruto finally moves, “Sorry.” He apologizes quickly, and helps Hinata up.
“It…it…its okay N…Naruto-kun.” She manages to stutter out, still blushing furiously, but managing not to just keel over where she stands. Neji told her to b
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 6: Hide and SeekAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. And I know, I didn’t get a surprise in as I said I might in last chapter, but I didn’t get the chance to, maybe this time, we can try again.
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 6: Hide and Seek
“Shall we face them?” Sakura hits her fist into her other hand and Naruto moves a little away from her.
“There are only three.” Hinata gets into a battle stance and Kakashi pulls out a kunai.
“This is definitely a real mission.” Naruto tightens his headband.
Shurikens come flying out and Naruto jumps back out of the way. “They’re twelve feet ahead of us, at two o’clock!” Hinata shouts. Naruto nods, and even though Kakashi shouts after him, he rushes forward, charging Rasengan.
He misses as the rogue ninja
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 5: Stupid CatAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 5: Stupid Cat
“Well…I…kinda…uh…” Shikamaru stutters.
“Oh forget it; I’m not going to make you tell me.” Temari puts her fan back on her back in defeat.
Shikamaru takes a large breath, “Ilikeyou.” He spews all at once.
“What?” She whips around.
“I…like…you…” He immediately protects his head.
“ME?” She says, taken aback, and Shikamaru nods.
“But you’ve never even acted like it, have you? I mean I pay attention and everything…but I thought I was troublesome…” Temari says, befuddled.
“You are troublesome but that’s what I like about you, well…part of it. I like you f
Masked Affections ~ Chapter 4 Failed BabysittingAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 4: Failed Babysitting
Outside the meeting area Shikamaru and Temari wait, one patient, the other not so much, “Why can’t I just go watch clouds…?”
“That’s boring! This is a mission, gosh pineapple head, you’re so boring…” Temari sighs.
“Watching clouds isn’t boring, and why must we babysit her anyways?” Shikamaru asked, exasperated. While the two bicker, Dawn begins to wonder over to a nearby market, staring at the things on display.
“Because Gaara is busy, and she can’t go in and hear the meeting. He just said she’s now going to be part of our Village Hidden in the Sand. And I’ve watched clouds, it’s boring!”
Masked Affections~Chapter 3: The Council of EldersAN: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, only my OC’s…wait I don’t have any OC’s, they’re all my co-authors *sigh*. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A Naruto FanFiction
Chapter 3: The Council of Elders
Gaara ducks down, sand protecting him from the bird’s apparent attack. Dawn chuckles at his antics, extends her arm, and the bird flies to her and lands there. “He was just going to land on your shoulder and say hello. My, you’re jumpy.”
“Valiant I presume?” Gaara glares at the bird, breathing heavily.
“Yes this is Valiant.” The bird blinks at Gaara, then squawks again. “He asks your name.”
“I am Sabaku No Gaara. You may call me Gaara.” The bird squawks again, and flies to a spot in front of Gaara. He holds out a wing of soft baby feathers, as if in a handshake. He cautiously, but gently
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
I never break
Know that I
I am fragile
Fragile as an egg
A chip or a crack
And I spiral down
Into the abyss
The liquid inside me
It pours out
Onto the ground
In little drops
My tears spill forth
From my once guarded eyes
You walk to me
To comfort me
To hold me
I push you away
You can't see why
Why I do this
This act of strength
I won't take your pity
Pity for one
One who doesn't
Doesn't deserve it
Have you ever thought
Thought that maybe
I'm being strong for you
Because no one
No one was strong for me
So hold me anyways
Show me what
What it means
Means to be weak
Because I didn't
Didn't want to be
Be like all the others
That let me down
I need to know
That it's okay
Okay to be weak
In your arms
And let the tears
It's been too long
Too long of being strong
To let you see
I'm not without
Of my own
I'm just broken
Like everyone else
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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