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Another thing I would like to add!

oii it's me again🍄 Can i request a fluff/"angst" one-shot

"Are you sure you’re not jealous?" "PFFT, absolutely not. Of course not. By the way, totally unrelated question. You wouldn’t care if that person randomly disappeared off the face of the earth one day, would you?"

With older Fred, maybe in their store

Jealousy

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: a couple of curse words

~•~

Fred drummed his fingers on the table, his eyes locked onto Y/N and Alex Burke. He came into the store every week with his stupid little haircut and his stupid little outfits and his stupid little face with his stupid little smile.

And he asked specifically for her.

Every damn time.

As if Burke even had a chance with her. Which he didn't. Of course, he didn't.

"You know you could just ask her out," George stepped over to stand beside his twin.

Fred bristled. "And why would I do that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you've been head over heels for her since she walked into the shop looking for a job."

"I'm not - " Fred began, but George barreled on as if his brother hadn't spoken.

"Annd, because your head is on the verge of exploding, and I don't feel like cleaning up the mess."

Fred rolled his eyes in response and went back to glaring at Burke, who was now laughing his stupid little laugh.

~•~

"Ugh, I can't stand that guy," Fred grumbled to Y/N after Alex had left. "He was all over you today."

"What do you mean, all over me?" Y/N looked up from the register. "He touched my arm once. I hardly consider that being 'all over me.' "

"Well, his eyes were," Fred huffed. "I can't believe you don't see it."

Y/N turned to stare at him. "Are you - jealous?"

"What? No!" he said. "I just don't like the way he stares at you like he wants to devour you."

Y/N continued to stare at him.

"What?" He shrugged.

"Are you sure you’re not jealous?"

"PFFT," Fred waved off her question. "Absolutely not. Of course not." He said, then paused for a few seconds before continuing. "By the way, totally unrelated question. You wouldn’t care if he randomly disappeared off the face of the earth one day, would you?"

Y/N had turned her attention back to the register, but her head snapped back up at that. "What??"

"What?" He shrugged again. "I just don't like the way he looks at you."

"Why do you even care? It's not like we're dating or anything." Y/N shook her head and stalked off.

"She does have a point, you know," George whispered, leaning in close to his twin.

"Oh sod off," Fred snapped and stomped away.

~•~

Y/N parted the crowds as she stormed down the street. She'd chosen to walk to the cafe on the other side of Diagon Alley instead of taking her lunch at the shop.

She'd realized months ago that she'd fallen for Fred. She'd done everything she could, short of just blurting it out, to let him know. And for what?

Nothing. Not even the tiniest ounce of interest returned.

And now, suddenly, he's upset because someone flirted with me? No. That's not how this gets to work.

Next time I see Alex, she decided. I'm asking him out.

~•~

Y/N peeked her head in the open office door. "Hey, I was wondering if I could leave work a little early on Friday?"

George looked up from his desk. "We're usually pretty busy on Fridays."

"Oh, I'm only asking for about a half-hour. I have a date - " she tried to explain but was interrupted a loud clatter when Fred dropped a box of new supplies. "I... uh..." Y/N began again, side-eyeing him. "Alex was able to get reservations at that new restaurant next to Ollivander's. But, it's for a little earlier than I'd expected."

"No." Fred snapped.

"No?" Y/N looked from Fred to George.

"It's only a half hour," George smirked at his twin. "I think we can manage - "

"I said NO," Fred pushed past Y/N and thundered out the door.

Y/N looked back at George, who shook his head, giving her an apologetic look. "I'll try to talk to him. But he seems pretty set."

"Don't bother," Y/N huffed and followed Fred out. The only reason he refused to give her the time off was because she had a date. If it'd been anything else, he wouldn't have cared. He would've probably told her to take the whole afternoon.

"Fred!" She called after him.

He stopped and looked back at her, and then, without a word, he continued on to the warehouse. Y/N followed him. "What is your problem?" She yelled at him, no longer caring if he fired her.

"Problem?" Fred put the box on a shelf and turned to glare at her. "I don't have a problem."

"Ok, great!" She said. "Then give me the time off."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not giving you time off to go on a date," he said. "Do that on your own time or not at all."

"Excuse me," Y/N put her hands on her hips. "You have no right to dictate my personal life."

"If it interferes with your job, yeah, I do!" Fred commanded, then turned back to organizing the shelf.

"No. You. Don't." She reiterated. "I quit!"

"What?" Fred whirled around.

"You heard me. I quit."

"You can't quit! I won't let you!"

Y/N laughed out loud. "Like you have a choice in the matter."

"I do! I'm your boss!" Fred stepped toward her.

She laughed again. "Not anymore."

"But, you can't just quit!"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"Because I'm in love with you!" The words spilled out of Fred's mouth before he could stop himself.

Y/N went as still as a statue.

"Fuck," Fred muttered under his breath.

"You - you're in love with me?" Y/N took a step forward.

"Never mind. Forget it," Fred's voice went cold and flat. "I'm your boss, and I shouldn't have feelings like that for you. I'll have your severance check ready by the end of the week."

"Oh, no, no, no," Y/N moved to stand before him, waggling her finger. "You don't get to tell me you love me and then tell me to forget it. Especially when I feel the same way!"

"Because you're - wait, what?" Fred stared at her, wide-eyed.

"I love you too!" She said. "But you're too much of a dumbass to notice."

Fred blinked. "You just called me a dumbass..."

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. "I just told you I love you back, and all you heard was that called you a dumbass?!"

"Well, no... I mean... " He stammered. "I just..."

Y/N cut him off by slamming her lips into his.

Fred was never one to turn down a kiss, but for a second, he froze, waiting for the surprise slap to happen.

But it never did. And he lost himself in the softness of her mouth on his and the little moan that escaped it.

"Wow..." He marveled once they came up for air. "You're a really good kisser."

Y/N grinned. "You're not too shabby yourself."

Fred chuckled, his ears inexplicably burning bright red. "So, um, does this mean... well, you know..."

"That I'm canceling my date and going out with you instead?" She slipped her arms around his waist. "Oh, absolutely."

~•~

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Yandere Asahi

The thing is you know he's crazy. You aren't stupid, you recognized all the signs as they got more blatant. Him suddenly bumping into you too often when you go out. How he's always in the area when you'd hit him up. The look on his face he'd get when you playfully flirted with your homies or when guys hit on you. The way he'd look at you when he thought you weren't looking, or the way he always needed to be touching you in public,though he did a good job at playing it off as affectionate, but you were always weary of men too eager to get at you.

Hell, you only have him a chance, because he came off as shy giant of a man.

So you go for boba at you favorite tea spot. Then you go for crepes from this new cafe you've been meaning to check out. Then go to your favorite spot in the park....

You want to give him the benefit of the doubt, because this nice kind successful man seems to be absolutely smitten with you.

But Mama ain't raise no fool.

So you give it time. You go on dates. You talk on the phone all night. You go to his fashion shows and work galas.

He buys you jewelry, clothes, etc.

You pretend you don't notice the manic possessive look in his eyes each time.

Pretend each time a man who might have strayed your attention away from him disappears.

But alas work picks up, it's fashion week in Japan, then in Paris, Brazil, England. He can't get a moment to himself. You don't lt it bother you, you just live your life annd talk to him when you can, busy with your own small business.

But he takes the lack of response or quick conversations as you losing interest. He doesn't tell you though , he tries to fix it.

He messages you asking what plans you have, playing to doting interested boyfriend, trying to pin your location down to surprise you.he came back for a few days.

Only you dont' answer. He messagedc you around 7:30 PM . It's close to 1:00 AM. He's ready already pulling up to your apartment, when he finally get a message.

Sorry babe Honey, phone was in bag. Didn't hear it over the music

Music?

Kry took me to a new club that opened. We were getting ready and my phone was dead, and I forgot to turn it on after putting it on the charger.

He gets a picture suddenly.

It's of you in a darkly lit club, in a skin tight short red dress. You're hugged up with Kry and three men you've neve seen before.

By the low draw of your eyes he can tell you've had a few drinks.

All he can focus on thoough is the leer the dude on the left is giving you and how his hand rests n your hip.

He's pulling out of your apartment parking lot in seconds.

Looking back at the photo he can see the neon sign of the club in the background. He googles it and shows up next iin 30 mins. he enters the club and sees you dancing with your friend.

He's transfixed with you for a moment. you an Kry are grinding on each other. Your skin is glowing, you're smiling, you look so happy.

He missed seeing you like that.

but then the guy from the picture is coming up behind you, and his friend distracted Kry.

The man started dancing with you you were into it at first. Dancing good naturedly with him, seperately.

Until he drags you closer. His hands are resting on too low on your hips. He tries to kiss you and you jerk away. He grabs you harder, hands on your ass, and tries again. you smack him and jerk away.

People around you are looking now, he heas a mutimous look on his face, and you look livid.

You curse at him and storm off.

Asahi wants to go after you, but he cannt let any of tht stand now can he. He watches the stranger. Watches as he friend comes up looking furious angry. asking wtf he did? He just shrugs him off and walks away.

Asahi follows him. He's at the back exit when he slips through the door.

The man is tucked off in a dark corner of the alley, cigarette lit when Asahi approaches. He doesnt say anything, he just punches him in the face.

The asshole goes down and Asahi climbs on him and starts wailing on him. The mans face is bloody by the time someone opens the backdoor to the club.

Asahi jerks around, hand and face bloody, feral manic look in his eyes only to stop at the sight of...

You.

He panics.

"Babydoll it's not what you think" He tries to reason scrambling to his feet. You're getting closer, nt sying a word, looking at the prone man behind him.

He's scrambling with his words, face going into that emabarassed, nervous expression you've come to know so well.

You look at him blankly, "You did this?"

"I-I-I-" He can't form words as you get closer to him and cup his bloody face.

"Honey did this?" You ask sternly.

"I-I- He touched you." Asahi stammered out. "He touched you, upset you." The look on his face had changed from panicked to ominous. An expression you had come to know well despite his efforts to hide it.

You looked at the man. The man that kept tabs on you. Knew who you came in contacct with on a daily basis. That knew every single place you frequented before you started dating. The man that got extremely jealous and made every last man that hit on you diappear. the man that had been beating a man half to death in an alley, for groping and upsetting you.

The man who treated you like a Goddess. That held you when you were upset. Comorted you when you were sad. Cherished you The man that made love to you with a single minded determination to make you feel like the only woman in the world, but fucked you like he wanted you to know that he had ruined you for other men and you would never find someone to make your body feel the way he could.

The man that loved you.

The man that would kill for you.

All you had to do was ask.

"Let's go home, Honey."

He stood there stunned. "(Y/N') " Asahi stuttered, trying to turn his head to look back at the bloodied man on the groun, but you turned his head back to look at you.

You shook your head at him. "He tried to hurt me." Stilleto thumbs ran over bloodiy cheeks. "You protected me. Now-" You leaned up in high heels to kiss him. he clutched you to him as if he was afraid you'd try to leave him. When you pulled away from him, he looked as if he couldn't believe you were real.

"Take me home and I'll get you cleaned up, Honey."

As you two walked out of the alley, Asahi never noticed the knife you tucked back into your purse.

~fin~

I'll refine this later. It's not really a fic, just me getting my thoughts out for when I actually do write this. Whather it's a reader inset or OC fic has yet to be decided.

Reblog with thoughts and comments please! I like y'alls feedback!

Just wanna say hi annd can I request a Charlie Weasley x reader? If it can be Hufflepuff it’s be great! You’re free to do anything that comes into mind!

A/N: I hope it’s alright that the Hufflepuff part of the story doesn’t show very much, It’s my first time writing for Charlie like this so I was more concerned with coming up with a good enough story. I hope you’re having a wonderful day xxx

(fun fact: Chris Pratt is actually my favourite face-claim for Charlie but he didn’t seem appropriate for a 17-year-old so I chose this as the second-best option lol)

Charlie Weasley was, as far as you considered, the quietest and down to earth of the Weasley brothers of which you’d met five as you started your seventh year at Hogwarts. You and Charlie had been dating since the end of your fifth year and your relationship was very much of the same nature as Charlie, down to earth and, most importantly, quiet. Recently, however, Charlie had begun to behave strangely, he’d disappear suddenly, seeming panicked and hurried, he was even more quiet than usual, getting lost in thought. 

You figured that it was probably the exams approaching but Charlie had never complained once about exams. Even today, as you were sitting in the great hall for dinner, Charlie had seemed off but you weren’t having it anymore, you wanted to know if he was alright and more importantly, you wanted to help him if he wasn’t. You turned to face him but found him halfway out the doors, you stood up and followed him. By the time you were out of the great hall, Charlie was heading down a path towards the forbidden forest, you shot a look over your shoulder, looking back inside the great hall where your friends were sitting, laughing in the warmth. Sighing, you pulled your robes closer around you, 

“Dammit, Weasley,” you whispered to yourself as you headed down the path, shivering a little in the fresh, cold spring winter, 

Charlie disappeared between the trees, you following behind him, as he cast an anxious glance behind him, you ducked behind a pine tree, you followed him further and further into the forest before he stopped at a small clearing, you hid again, peeking out from behind a rock. You watched as Charlie looked around, then made a small sound, like a calling, he kneeled before a small creature, finding a small piece of meat he’d taken from dinner, the creature made a small grunting noise, then spurred a flash of fire with a great hiss, your eyes bulged, 

“Is that a dragon?” You asked, coming out from your hiding place as Charlie whipped around, he stood stiff, yet obviously trying to cover up the creature, at which he failed, as it crawled up his leg, sniffing at his pockets for food, then continuing further up until it rested on his shoulder, where he picked it up and held it, 

“no?” Charlie answered, trying his best to look innocent, the dragon shot a small fireball out its mouth, 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” He grinned nervously,  

“Charles Weasley,” You said, “where on earth did you get a dragon?” 

Charlie’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard, 

“I-erh,” He hesitated, “just sort of came across it?” you crossed your arms in disbelief, 

“Hagrid is behind this, isn’t he?” you asked, 

“Maybe he is maybe he isn’t, I’ll never tell,” He said defiantly, behind you footsteps approached, you spun around and immediately saw Hagrid’s enormous frame, 

“Well look at that, Weasley,” You said teasingly, “you didn’t have to- Hiya Hagrid!” You called out and waved causing Hagrid to stop in his tracks,

“L/N!” Hagrid exclaimed in poorly concealed panic, “Yer’ not supposed to be out ‘ere!” 

“Neither is Charlie,” You said, pointing to the redheaded boy behind you, “Hagrid where’d you get a dragon?” you asked, Hagrid looked at his shoes, 

“Well, I erh-” 

“We found him in here, we swear!” Charlie said, 

“Please, Charlie, we both know there aren’t dragons in the forbidden forest,” you said, 

“Yer can’t prove that!” Hagrid said as Charlie walked up in front of you, joining Hagrid’s side, 

“Besides,” Charlie said, “What are you going to do? tell on us?” he asked, caressing the small dragon affectionately, you pouted, 

“No,” you started, “but still, Charlie, a dragon is dangerous, it’s not a pet!” you tried but Charlie didn’t seem intimidated in the least, 

“Oh please,” Hagrid said, scratching the dragon under its chin with a large pinky, “Lil’ creature wouldn’t hurt a fly!” 

You had to admit, it did look pretty docile with its amber eyes closed in content as Hagrid scratched it, the way it was laying in Charlie’s arms made it seem almost cat-like, 

“Would you like to hold him?” Charlie asked, grinning at you, 

“I really shouldn’t,” You started but Charlie was already heading towards you, “you can help feed him too, if you want,” Charlie said as he handed you the dragon, it scales felt strange against the palms of your hands, but it seemed content with you holding it, it was probably used to being held by both Hagrid and Charlie at this point, 

“Not so bad, eh?” Charlie asked with a smirk, you shook your head, “not so bad at all,” you replied, “does he have a name?” 

“No,” Charlie said, looking a bit beaten, “we figured it was probably best not to get too attached,” he explained, both he and Hagrid eyed the dragon with both fondness and sadness, and looking between them, you understood why, 

“You already know you can’t keep him, don’t you?” you asked, watching as the two seemed to deflate even further, 

“It’s too risky,” Hagrid said, “it was Charlie’s idea, I’d have loved to keep ‘im, but-” Hagrid trailed off, his eyes watery, you felt a tug of emotion yourself, you knew how much the keeper of keys cared for magical creatures, 

“So what are you going to do?” You asked, turning to Charlie, whose hand was absentmindedly stroking along the length of the dragon, his fingers trailing along its spine, 

“Well, I’ve contacted a sanctuary in Romania, the one I’ve been telling you about,” Charlie said, you nodded, “they’re going to come to collect him after the exams, Hagrid will pass him over,” He seemed to step a little closer to the dragon, “I just hope he’ll be alright with the sudden change,” Charlie, too, now seemed emotional. You wanted desperately to embrace him but it was rather difficult with the dragon resting in your arms, it appeared to have dozed off while you were talking, you could see why Charlie always went on and on about how misunderstood they were since this dragon didn’t seem that dangerous at all. 

“I’m going to hate saying goodbye to him,” Charlie said so quietly it was barely more than a whisper, behind you Hagrid let out a small sob, 

“Well, you’ve still got at least two months ‘till exams,” you said, trying to cheer them both up, 

“and I’ll help you cover if anyone gets suspicious,” you said, gently kicking the sole of Charlie’s shoes with the tip of your own, his eyes met yours as a grin formed itself on his lips, “as long as you stop abandoning me without a word,” you added, Charlie chuckled as he stepped closer, tucking a strand of your h/c hair behind your ear, 

“I promise,” He said, “in fact, you can come with me here, since you know now anyway,” he explained, “we can make it a date, if you want?” his hand caressed your arms as it fell to his side, smiling up at him, you leaned forward gently, as not to suddenly wake the creature asleep in your arms, you placed a kiss on his lips, 

“I’d love that.”  

This is psycho!erik, not the softboi or #goals erik we typically love. Be warned. I'll tag when I wake up.

2. Let's Begin

"Annd gotdamn she's awake.. Up and atom, Ms. Stevens."

Ivy felt groggy and mentally off. She was unsettled and her limbs felt heavy and impossible to lift. Where was she?

"Time to wake that ass up, Ms. Stevens..," a voice sung in a hard whisper.

"My bad, I ain't know I was that tired..," she yawned unable to raise her arm to cover it. Her eyes watered. "Shit... My arms feel dead as fuck. Were you able to work with me knocked out or.."

Her eyelids fluttered open unwillingly. They still felt heavy but she could fight it. Her sight focused on the straight white teeth of Dr. Stevens who was close again, sitting on his stool to her right. At least he wasn't pissy about her falling asleep mid-process, she'd maybe chosen the right dentist afterall.

"What's so funny," she smirked watching his wide shoulders shake with silent laughter. He was goofy as hell. She hadn't expected him to be this damn goofy. His entire upper body was engaged, but he wouldn't laugh outright. He was still trying to hold it in.

"Damn, did I embarrass myself while I was out," she asked softly seeing the clear humor in his expression. "I do talk in my sleep sometimes.. What I say while I was out?"

The dentist continued his fit of silent laughter to the point that Ivy was starting to get irritated. She was feeling too out of it to deal with his silliness. He was pissing her off.

"What? What is so damn funny?"

She was too tired to move. Never had she been in the position where she was so tired that it paralyzed her, until now. Suddenly, she was concerned.

His arms wrapped around his body as he rocked back and forth, grinning with his mouth wide enough to show the pointed silver caps on his canines. They hadn't been there before. His head rolled back as his chest and shoulders bounced and now he looked fuckin crazy.

"I'm finna.. yeah." Ivy tried using her weight to lean so left that she could force her body to move, roll, and stand, but she couldn't even lean and that was when she realized she was tied to the chair. Her legs were bound at the knees and ankles to the flat part of the seat by a bright red rope and still stretched forward as they'd been when she fell asleep.

"Oh shit, I think she got it," Erik whispered, voice full of slick humor.

Her shoulders were bound. Her arms were bound at the elbows. Doubled up red rope wrapped around her body trapping her to the seat.

"I see you're experiencing some mild confusion and disorientation... Side effect of the anesthesia," he pouted.

"Most times, the anaesthetic I use won't put a patient to sleep. Typically I'd use a local anaesthetic. Lidocaine."

She watched his eyes unsure of how to respond. The man was clearly on one. What was that supposed to mean for the situation and how did it explain all the rope? She didn't feel her phone in her hand and that made her heart skip a beat. Her eyes darted to her lap. It was gone along with her keys.

"What you lookin at?" His tone was rough as if she'd somehow offended him.

"You looking for your phone? Pft. You won't be needing that, it would only be a distraction."

He gripped her chin as if she weren't already looking at him at that point.

"Nigga, get your strong ass hands off me!"

Was she supposed to stare at him harder or something? He didn't need to grab her face like that. She tried unsuccessfully to snatch away.

"Listen to what the fuck I'm telling you. I won't repeat myself," he bit, lip spread over his teeth, his angry grip vibrating her jaw. He was raising a hail of the reddest flags, as red as the rope Ivy was bound in and at her first opportunity, she was getting the hell outta dodge. She didn't care about how gotdamn fine he was or his job title or his paycheck, he was crazy as a damn cockroach. Now she really couldn't look away. She was scared.

"I assume you don't know much about practicing medical care with anesthesia. You might wanna pay attention."

"First of all," the bass in her voice jumped out. "You not about to talk to me like I'm your child or your assistant. I want my phone back and I'm a get the hell up outta here.. I'm awake now so you can get this shit up off me."

He blinked, his lids fluttering before letting go of her chin and taking a silent deep breath, rubbing the dark beard on his jaw. As if he hadn't just kirked out, his flawless smile returned along with the friendly light in his eyes.

"As I was explaining, typically with a cavity I'd use a local anaesthetic. However, it's not often that a get a patient through here that's single.. alone.. no kids.. no husband.. and she crackin, I mean, body like damn."

Ivy's lip twitched in distaste as she watched his hooded eyes change yet again. The friendly and professional mask began to crack as his irises darkened and she could see a visible shift in his countenance, his eyes narrowing and full lips forming a slight pout. The wheels in his mind seemed to be turning. She could see the muscle in his temple tense with his jaw.

Ivy wondered if she should call out as loudly as she could muster for help, but determined that the two twins would have intervened by now if they were there and planned to do anything. No, they were likely his accomplices. Twin bitches.

There was no one else she knew of who would hear her and answer in time or maybe even at all. Dr. Stevens looked the type to fuck her up real quick as soon as she opened her mouth too wide.

"On you, I used a drug called etorphine. Well, it's actually more of a tranquilizer. I figured if it works on elephants..."

"Elephants? Nigga what? I'm 4'11 do I look like I need something that was intended for elephants?"

He looked amused and that only served to frustrate her further. Ivy couldn't hold her tongue. She was angry and when she got angry she tended to say exactly what was on her mind.

"You got a fuckin screw loose giving me a damn elephant tranquilizer. Are you stupid? This is malpractice. How you still got a license?"

"Shhhhh," his finger went to his lips and his eyes said that this was funny to him. They twinkled and she wanted to slap him but her arms were pinned to her sides.

"I still got my license because I'm smart about what I do. Don't get it twisted. I operate my business just like any other orthodontist... I just like to have a little fun here and there, is that so wrong?"

"I'm tied to the fuckin chair. Yeah. You wrong."

He chuckled and all Ivy could think of was how much she did not like him.

"I take it you're not used to being tied up."

"I take it you're not used to minding ya damn business. What I do has nothing to do with you. You don't know me."

His amused expression cracked into a lopsided smirk as if there was something he knew and was dying to share.

"I know more about you than you think.  Privacy ain't shit these days and neither is an internet service provider. Lot of things you can find out about a person. Shit they hide from the average person. Shit they hide from their friends and families. You have a lotta secrets, Ivy." His smirk expanded into a smug grin that sent a shiver down her spine. What did he have on her? She didn't think it could possibly be anything too bad. Either way, she needed to find a way out. Something told her that this man had no intention of releasing her without a struggle and aside from him, she'd probably have to barrel through Thing 1 and Thing 2.

"You're a sociopath," Ivy muttered watching the glee crinkle his eyes. He was sick.

"And you're a filthy little smut ass whore."

"Excuse you," she blinked.

"Don't like that much, do you? It's all labels. Labels don't necessarily define us, Ivy. We're free to define ourselves and I choose to define myself as an artist. Pretty girls like yourself just so happen to be my preferred medium."

"Uh huh... you know you could've just asked for my number like a normal person?"

He looked taken aback, blinking with a blank expression.

"See there you go getting it twisted again. I don't wanna date you, Ivy.. I wanna transform you. Like I said, I'm an artist. In my profession, it's rare that I get the chance to be creative."

She couldn't stop her mouth.

"Well then paint a sunset, sculpt a vase, chip ice! Don't tie women up in your chair."

He chuckled softly, but again she was serious, annoyed, and also scared.

"As much as I'm enjoying our little conversation.. I'm ready to get into the opening act. There's a lot that I have planned for you today. Hopefully you'll be able to appreciate it... Either way," he shrugged, eyes wide, "I'm finna enjoy myself. It's been too long since I've been able to cut loose... I deserve this," he smirked, his nose wrinkling with wicked intention. It was in the air. She could feel the chill.

"Stay put," he whispered sending another chill through Ivy's body. She had no clue what to expect.

Once Erik disappeared behind her she began to struggle within the ropes to see if she could loosen them. They wereway too tight to slip down or give out. She couldn't escape. All she could do was wait for the dentist to return.

After a minute, Ivy could feel his presence approaching. He was directly behind her and she could feel something about to happen. He was about to do something, she just didn't know what it was. He leaned forward and his lips almost touched her left ear. She shivered feeling the vibration in her side.

"Let's begin," he whispered.

@honey-poooh @missshae @raysunshine78 @destinio1 @marvelmaree @honeytoffee @thickemadame @heykillmongerluhme @ghostfacekill-monger @killmongersmistress

Hi, so this is my first time posting something I have written (please go easy on me, I wrote this when on a plane and I was very sleep-deprived) 

A little background to the story before you read. The MC is female in this story. The MC in this story is from an English speaking country; there are not many references to it, but there is some. (It hints that she doesn’t know much Korean/ she is learning Korean). This is kind of set in a different timeline than the main story - You don’t have to plan the party in 11 days, and you get to meet the RFA before the party (the setting is a coffee shop). The MC is also a University student (also not mentioned a lot). The perspective sometimes jumps around a bit, but I hope it’s not too confusing to follow. 

Anyways I hope you enjoy it. (Any feedback is appreciated - I really enjoyed writing this)

~

‘I can’t believe I am going to be late.’ You thought when trying to search the address of the coffee shop onto your phone. Notifications of texts from Seven grab your attention from the map. He was wondering where you were, as he made sure that the coffee shop was a reasonable distance away from Rika’s apartment so that the other members did not know exactly where it was. But he also ensured that it was easy to access from the apartment. It should have been a short trip, but you were now running fifteen minutes late. A groan escapes your lips, ‘This is not a great first impression,’ Yeah, they already a first meeting with you when you were added to the chatroom, but that was also not the best impression. You just really didn’t want to be late. You quickly type a reply to Seven explaining that you were held up at University and trying to find the address. Stressed out, you start jogging the directions your phone was providing you. Your phone kept buzzing, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to be too late.

The RFA members were sitting at a table in the coffee shop discussing their days and general chit chat. Seven glanced up from his phone “Well, guys. It seems that our coordinator is running late.” The responses from the other members were mixed. They were all excited to meet their newest member. However, they had busy nights ahead of them. ZEN had to practice for his latest musical, Jaehee and Jumin had final contracts with another company to finish, and Yoosung had a LOLOL event later tonight, which he can’t miss. “Perhaps, we should reschedule?” announces Jumin, breaking the group from their temporary silence. Seven glances at the window “She is on her way, she just got held up. From tracking her phone, she isn’t too far away. Can’t you guys wait a little longer?” Jaehee provided a sigh “We have a lot to do tonight. I guess tonight was not a good night for (Y/N) either. Did you not ask for her availability, Luciel?” Seven hummed, drumming his fingers on his chin “I might have forgotten…” They were ready to kill him.

You glance at your phone once more. Yep, this was definitely the place. You glanced inside. For late afternoon, the place was mobbed. How were you ever going to find the RFA? You sigh, walking in, searching the room for any indication of your group. You couldn’t see any red hair or hear any distinctive arguments that sounded like ZEN and Jumin. You decided to give up and phone Seven, but first you wanted to order something. It was a miserable day, and you needed a pick me up. You stand in line, waiting for your turn to order, rehearsing your words in your head. You were learning more Korean every day, but your confidence always betrayed you when trying to speak it.

Yoosung started whining that the LOLOL event was going to start soon, and he still had a long journey home. He was practically begging Seven to phone (Y/N) and reschedule. “SEVEN, pleaseeee I can win a limited edition armour at this event. I need to go home!” Seven continued to ignore Yoosung by tracking (Y/N) ’s phone; he was sure you should have been here by now. He wasn’t sure how long he could convince the others to stay. His eyebrows furrowed. You were in the shop! But where? Without drawing too much attention from the other members, he searches the shop looking for you. However, ZEN notices Seven’s change and looks at him puzzled “What are you looking for… Wait is she here?” A quick nod from Seven was all ZEN and Yoosung needed to start pointing out random girls that were in the shop. Jaehee and Jumin started glancing at each suggestion until Jumin sighed “Wouldn’t it be easy if Luciel gave us a description of (Y/N). Then we could find her quicker?” Seven quickly stood from the table “Agent 707, has spotted the target. You guys stay here. I’m off to get her.” Before he skipped away, he turned to Jumin and smiled, “You guys keep guessing, here’s a hint. She looks adorable.” With that he disappeared, the table all started suggesting random girls in the shop as they saw Seven leave their sight.

You sighed in relief as you were able to order your items without a problem. Your Korean hasn’t failed you yet. Although, you felt slightly awkward ordering in Korean when the waitress initially asked you for your order, in English. You were now standing in another queue, waiting for your item to be given to you. You give the surrounding area another glance to try spot any member, anyone that could help find your party. Before looking at your phone, hoping to call Seven to get him to rescue you. Your phone presses the call button, and you begged for him to answer his phone for once. “Defender of Justice, speaking, how can I help you today?” Oh my, he actually answered. You roll your eyes and try not to giggle “Hi Seven, I’m at the place you told me, but I can’t find anyone”. You hear movement from Seven. Yes, he’s coming to find…. “That’s too bad, guess you gotta search the whole place then” He’s tormenting you. You groan down the phone “But that might take forever!” you whine. “Better start quickly” he replies before hanging up. You mutter curse words in English under your breath. Hopefully, the other people around you don’t know what you are saying. Until… “My, My. What a dirty mouth for such a sweet, innocent girl”. Your head jolts up, and you instantly start apologising in every language you know, so embarrassed you have been caught. “Well, I guess I can let it slide….” You were about to turn to face the stranger who caught you. “IF you say ‘707 is the greatest person in the universe’ and bow before me.”

“Has anyone got eyes on Seven?” questions Yoosung, eager to see if he has met up with (Y/N) yet. “Negative” replies ZEN, why were they acting like movie characters, no one knows, but Jaehee loved it. Their thoughts of their busy nights left their minds when they discovered that you were in the shop. They were all anxious to finally see you. They were always jealous that Seven knew what you look like. You are their new member too, and they should all know. “Wait, I have eyes on the target,” says Jumin, joining in with ZEN and Yoosung. Almost all the members whipped their heads to where Jumin was staring. Sure enough, Seven was walking back to the table. But there was no girl with him. As Seven was about to sit down, the members all started questioning where their newest member were. “Oh…. I thought she was following me. Oh well, she’ll find us” Seven sings. ZEN looked like he was ready to kill Seven “Why didn’t you wait for her?” he yelled. “Um..” The group move their gaze from Seven to the new person near their table speaking.

“Hi, is this seat taken?” You ask, voice shaking. You pointed to the chair next to Seven. Oh my god, there were all right in front of you. The people you have been speaking to for the last couple of days. You couldn’t believe it… “I apologise ma’am. But that seat is reserved for another person” You glance at the woman in glasses, who spoke clearly for you to understand. Hey, you were getting better at listening and translating Korean. Your face goes red, you and Seven didn’t really plan this far ahead. Suddenly little whispers reach your ear “Hey, Yoosung, she looks kinda cute right.” Your face enters a deeper shade of red if that was even possible. You glance over to ZEN and Yoosung when you hear Seven announce “Actually, why don’t you just sit. Keep the chair warm for them” he gestures to the chair. As you sat, the rest of the RFA members gave Seven disapproving looks. “Luciel, she can’t stay there. We are waiting for an important guest, and it would seem rude to have someone else in their place.” Jumin says, practically telling you to leave as politely as possible. “Nonsense! (Y/N) is kind, she’ll understand” Seven dismisses Jumin and then turns to you. “So… Tell us about yourself. I’m Luciel, also known as 707, Defender of Justice!” He smiles. What was he doing? Why does he want them to reintroduce themselves to you? ZEN sighs “I’m ZEN, I’m an actor. You might recognise me from musicals “. You look towards ZEN, he is even more good looking in person, if that was even possible. You give a quick smile before switching your attention to the blond boy next to him. “Hi, I’m Yoosung! I’m a University student.” Yoosung smiles before looking towards Jumin and Jaehee hoping someone else would speak to get attention off of him. Jumin and Jaehee look sceptically at each other. You remember that when you entered the chatroom, they didn’t introduce themselves. Instead, Seven did… “ANND that’s Jumin and Jaehee, they don’t always like to introduce themselves. Jumin is a corporate heir who has the cutest cat, Elly and Jaehee is his hardworking assistant” the awkward silence saved by Seven, yet again. You smile at the two, who both still seemed unimpressed that you had taken their guest’s seat. You could feel the group’s stare on you, waiting for you to respond. You take a deep breath.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), your newest member.”

Hiding in Plain Sight

@despxratesouls didn’t know they were getting this but I had the idea and it wouldn’t leave me alone so | Philip

He watched the blood circle the drain, tendrils wisping away as the water carried it off, almost mesmerised by the patterns it created as it disappeared. He could have stood there watching it for hours if it was possible. Blood had always fascinated him. He couldn’t remember a time when it hadn’t. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he focused on the rest of his shower, taking the time and care to ensure no trace of his earlier activity remained on his skin, under his nails, in his hair... wherever he had been touched by it.

He’d already seen to the clean up everywhere else. That was the routine. Clean the location, and then clean himself. The final job was to do a quick wipe down of everything he’d touched in the bathroom, before locking up and leaving - being careful not to touch anything in the process. The key was stashed in its clever little hiding place, only one of many that he cycled through every few weeks. A brisk walk through the night came next, to the building he’d stepped into hours earlier, taking the side entrance with the camera that had been broken for as long as he’d worked there. There would be no sign of him leaving or entering through this door.

The office was dark, as he had known it would be - very few worked this late, and those that did were all locked away in their own private offices annd oblivious to the rest of the floor. He took the carefully planned route back to his own office, carrying a stack of papers he’d collected along the way, and rifled through them idly as he strolled up to his office door. He spent another forty five minutes inside before he left again, this time with a coat slung over his arm and a briefcase in his hand. He took the main entrance this time, waving goodnight to the security guard at the desk, and exchanging brief chit-chat with him on his way out of the door. He’d remember him. He always remembered him, because he always stopped to ask about his day, his wife, his kids. He took the time to be friendly.

His mind was elsewhere on the drive home, running on automatic until he pulled up outside the house. There was a single light on in an upstairs window, dim enough to be the lamp his partner always left on for him when he worked this late. As he approached the front door he smiled, putting all his earlier thoughts to one side for now. His true self had to be locked away for now. He had to become the Edward Teach he presented to everyone else. He went through the usual motions - coat hung up, shoes left by the door, briefcase on the hallway table - before taking the stairs, and heading straight for the bedroom. He could see the shape of Philip lying beneath the sheet, already half invading on his side of the bed. He stripped down, sliding into the bed beside him. “I’m home, love.” He murmured, snaking an arm around him.

I'm always watching you.

                                                   CHAPTER II

Sasuke cuts himself and hides it very well under his wrist protectors. However, a suspecting gaze from Sakura tells him otherwise.

Rating: T+ but I think i’ll add some dark scenes later.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance

I’m not sure if this will turn out as a three-shot but we’ll see.

A.N. English is not my native language and I am only new to writing. plus, I am not a medical expert so some parts maybe odd and not right even though I  did some valid research. uwu annd lastly I didn’t have time to edit., so this is just a draft. lol

FF.net

Chapter I

“Shit. I can’t train like this.” Sasuke hissed in a frustrated groan as he tried to throw kunais and shurikens from a ranged target.

His wrists were being annoying and it burned like hell.

As he made every movement the wounds from his wrists would distract him. And just as he hissed a curse, the wounds from last night’s torture began to bleed again.

“Tch, another waste of time, I have no other choice.” he set off to the road of the hospital carefully clutching and hiding the secret infliction he had done in secret.

It was his entire fault really. Being lost in his own mind and being so easily controlled by his emotions that one thing he never thought of losing to. It’s a thing that disgusted him, it was a form of weakness. If nothing more, Naruto’s words only fit him right. “You’re a freak!” everyone would think that. But he never dwelled on the matter anyway.

As he strode his way to the hospital, He’d come to appreciate the silence he was met with

The good thing about walking past the streets at this time was that there were only few people beginning to start off their day. So, the trip to the hospital was quite efficient for him.

It was quiet, very and nobody gave him any attention.

And not for long the building of the hospital came into view

As he entered the hospital the first thing that any living people who entered was to ask the information desk. “Oh! Uchiha-san! Good morning! Is there any help I could get you?” The brunette girl with the nurse outfit said. A name tag dangled on the left part of her uniform that says ‘Ami’

“I need a physician.” He grunted. “Oh! I would be guessing those are wounds?” Ami said and Sasuke nodded at this. “He’s a walk-in doctor is that okay with you Uchiha-san?” Ami asked waiting for a preferral. Well they were Uchihas and they don’t seem to trust just anybody with something.

“Hn, anyone available would be fine.”

“Alright, Dr. Hiro-san is available at this hour. You should seek him at his office it’s near the emergency area.”

“Aa.” Sasuke said and walked off.

The walk wasn’t that long and that he made it within a spare of minutes.

The doctor was easy to communicate with. And it was just his luck as he stood there already on the operating room.

“So, Sasuke-san, what happened?” Hiro asked with a bright personality. “My wrists are bleeding.” Sasuke said and started removing his bloodied wrist protectors.

As he scribbled on the medical chart. Which was probably his. ‘fuck, my records are piling up.’

“Hmm…. I see, you seem to have previous ones like these as well.” As he scanned the medical chart. And dotting out his pen once more.

“Is there any reason why your wounds keep appearing like this?” Hiro asked Sasuke. ‘the bastard’s testing me.’ Sasuke thought.

He rolled his eyes and said. “They were bruises I acquired in training.” The doctor didn’t look convinced as he gasped at the wounds. Sasuke gave the doctor a final look that meant not to dwell on it any further. The doctor gave a defeated sigh and said.

“Well… It’s been cleaned thoroughly. But these are big cuts Sasuke-san. I think some might even need stitching.”

The sight of Sasuke’s hand unravelled as the doctor completely removed the bandage from his wrists. It almost made Sasuke’s stomach shudder. ‘I am a fool.’

 “Alright, I’ll clean these up with some aqua oxigenada after I administer you with some shots and start stitching.”  “did you drink some antibiotics this early morning?” The doctor asked as he assisted him to sit on the medical bed.

“Yes.” He answered shortly.

“What time?” As the doctor prepared and sanitized the needed medical tools and readied the syringes for the needed shots.

“4 AM.” Sasuke answered.

“What milligram?” the doctor asked as he flicked the syringe with his fingers. And measuring the right amount of vial.

“Hn.” Sasuke answered. The brunette doctor smiled and chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “I guess that says you don’t know.” He scribbled some things on the medical chart after washing his own hands and wearing some latex gloves.

“I’ll administer you with a small injection of anti-biotic just in case you drank a very weak one, And… of course some anaesthesia.”

Right before the first injection. The door gave out a loud thud. This startled Sasuke whom also looked at that direction,

he sensed a familiar chakra. His glaring towards the door only made him glare.

 The doctor came up and peeped at the door but found no one to be there.

“Hmm… someone musta’ve bumped it accidentally. The emergency room is quite hectic today.” And then he shrugged it off and approached a very troubled looking Sasuke.

‘Tch! I have to be alert at all cost, someone is already spying on me.’

Under no conditions should people see him in this state, especially his teammates. He would never allow it. He could only die from humiliation, disgust, and self-deprivation. It would only hinder him from trying to get away from these selfish actions.

His mind is twisted he admits, and not any of this should be normal. Even though he’d said it in a million times.

He knew that he never deserved to do this to himself. So that’s why his resort to life is to avenge his entire clan. Because he never deserved to lose a family, and they never deserved to die. So, until he was alive. He strives to hate and become much stronger than his brother.  Then, after all of that, he wished the sufferings his mind gave him would disappear. Because if he killed his brother, then so are his nightmares.

                                                                  “There, all done! Please don’t do any strenuous activities for a week. It would reopen the wound. And just like I said, The hospital is quite hectic today. You can’t just grasp any medic nin here. They’re very limited people. And they are needed in a very serious case.”

 Sasuke grunted at this and muttered his ‘thanks’ to the doctor.

He left the operation room and walked to the hallways knowingly going in the wrong direction as he sensed a familiar chakra. ‘Tch, I think I have an idea who it was outside the operation room I occupied just minutes ago.’

“SASUKE-KUUUUN!” an annoying screech was heard after that he felt someone latched tightly on his arm. 

“Get off me Ino.” He said annoyingly while struggling to save his wrist from any contact. He pulled her off his body frustatingly. And the girl was literally reluctant.

“Awww… common you’re no fun Sasuke-Kun! I was just gonna give you the biggest kiss when I felt your chakra earli-”

“Get off my face Ino.” Sasuke cut her off. He looked irritated and ready to snap. “wha- what? Why?” Ino exclaimed.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said leave me alone!” Sasuke said with finality. She just had to be so clingy at this hour. It’s too early for all of this mess.

“And, don’t ever follow me!” he said in seriousness. Ino gasped at this and rolled her eyes annoyingly.

 “Really Sasuke-kun, you should be upgrading your social skill more!” She said in a girlish manner which made him want to flinch more. If he didn’t learn all of those etiquette lessons from his mother about respecting women she would have been beaten into a pulp already. She had no right to spy on his privacy.

 Finally facing him casually. “It seems today is not the day I changed that about you. But I’ll never lose to that forehead.” She said as she flipped her hair. Why do they keep going on about this? It just sounded like foul play. It was so annoying.

“Anyways! It was nice seeing you! Good bye Sasuke-kuuun!” She waved off flauntingly despite him being a rude prick.

 ‘Tch! She was the one who spied on me. I’d be in a real big trouble if she used that mind transfers of hers.’ He grunted at this and finally walked on the right direction.

 Unfortunately not only for a few steps away from the scene did he felt a much more familiar chakra. It felt strong emotions, one that he might feel of confidence and oddly firing determination, it was of rare occurrences for him to feel her this way. After all, he never really did try to get to know her any better than Naruto and Kakashi.

The sight she saw of her. Short pink hair, resolute green eyes and a hint of smile that displayed self-pride as she hastily strode faster and frankly trying to avoid a room she just passed. She was clutching a thick book that seemed to weigh ¼ of her body. How can she manage to bring that all the way around in the hospital?

 Just after a few seconds she crashed onto him and like he expected. As she was about to fall, he already caught her steadying and holding firmly on her shoulders.

“tch, you should be more careful.” He said in his usual tone.

“Oh, Sasuke-kun! I’m sorry I was in a hurry! I’m helping out in the hospital. The ER is quite hectic today.” Sakura answered as she smiled sheepishly. ‘phew that came off better than I had wanted.’

“Hn, I’ve been told.” Sasuke replied as he noticed she got nervous all of a sudden.

 “I didn’t know you volunteered help.” he answered as he gave her the fallen book.

“Thanks. Err Actually, I’ve been volunteering in the hospital for almost 3 months now.” She showed a look of disappointment but immediately changed it to a brighter one before he caught it.

Sasuke’s eyebrows seems to have rose at this. He looked amused. Shouldn’t she be training instead of volunteering? It’d be much better if she can take care of herself more than helping others. 

It was just very typical of her. That’s why he always felt the need to protect her. Because she always cared about others and forgot to think about herself.

“Anyways, Take care Sasuke-kun! I need to help out in the hospital I’m in need of a very important study today. I’ll see you at 7!” She waved off with a sweet smile.

“hn.”

‘smiles, her smiles are always so innocent.’

He thought as he watched her retreating back and hurried for the stairs.

For a really weird reason he found her smiles the most comforting. Yet never really dwelled on the matter. There were more important things he needed to do. Like training for the finals. And get stronger and kill his brother

He scowled quietly for thinking this way and followed the path to team seven’s training grounds.

                                                              It was only for a moment when he started training and came back from the hospital all patched up from his self-inflicted wounds.

He looked very serious and keen on his training until

he felt an enigmatic presence lurking in the forest. He activated his sharingan in secret and continued to train so he wouldn’t look obvious.

‘Chakra.’ One that seemingly is ranked as jounin or chuunin if he knew maybe even anbu. Someone was watching him from the shadows.

'Tch, he never even bothered to hide it.' He thought as he threw the kunai he was holding that was supposedly aimed for the training dummy to the open forest.

“Show yourself.” He said as he glared a few meters away from the training dummy he was training with just minutes ago.

“Hmm… It seems you have caught me. Uchiha”

 A red head boy stepped away from the shade of the trees and came forward gracefully.

“Pleasantries.” Gaara said in a very calm but dangerous voice.

 “What do you want Gaara?” Sasuke glared and growled.

“Oh, nothing I just wanted to get to know my opponent better.” He smiled. “Maybe this way, I could know your weakness.”  The intense glares he had sent off to Gaara did little than to mock him.

 “Oh wait, I think I wouldn’t be needing that. You already are.”

Sasuke grunted and strengthened the glare he only gave at Gaara. Sasuke's fist whitened from rage.

He dare say that to his face. He hadn’t even seen his skills when he trained for this examination 3 months ago.

  “I can’t feel nothing but excitement at the feel of your bones being crushed by my sand.” He said and smiled wickedly and gave a dark laugh.

Sasuke the arrogant guy he was happened to earn himself a challenge. “Why don’t you ask yourself?” Sasuke said in a dangerous tone and readied for his battle stance. Taunting him.

 “A challenge I see…” Gaara’s knuckles turned white from the tension. His eyes gleamed in attempt for murder. His bloodlust getting all excited as he felt the need to kill something immediately however he composed himself. There was little time left for him to mock a weakling.

“It would be a shame if I killed you right now.” Gaara said tauntingly. Sasuke growled audibly and Gaara almost let off a snicker.

“Besides, I want to see you die in front of the audience.” Gaara smiled and continued.

“ I will show them just how much of an excuse you are for a ninja.” He laughed darkly. That’s it, He just snapped. He had to have his head right now.

“Tch! Why you-!” Sasuke said as he launched in front of him.

“T’Hahahaha.” Gaara looked so twisted. His lips plastered on his cheek too widely as he saw his plan unraveling, getting him all worked up and looking like an idiot.

 “STOP!” A tough female voice rang out of nowhere.

“Gaara! Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” A blonde sand ninja said. She looked familiar but he never really gave an effort to remember her name. It was no time for pleasantries.

“Temari. Get out of my way.” Gaara glared.

 He looked like was ready to snap. The girl could only gasp as she looked at Gaara nervously, as sweat dripped from he brows.

The Kazakage their father would surely have their heads if Gaara created more trouble. Yet it could also get her killed if she stopped him. Handling Gaara was a very much delicate matter. One wrong move and you're dead.

She willed herself to speak and not to chicken out. It was her duty anyway. They were still siblings, in blood or not. Even though it killed for her to think this way.

“Father is looking for you.” She said as her heart beat too fast.

Just as she said this a Boy carrying puppets and wearing make up came rushing into them.

“Gaara, Father has sent us to fetch you. He has a very urgent matter to discuss with us please must come along, immediately.”

The newcomer said this with obvious nervousness. The tension could just kill them.

“Fine.” Gaara said in finality. He glared at the Uchiha and gave him his wicked smile.

“Till then, Uchiha…” Gaara said as he turned around following his siblings to the open forest.

 “Tch! That bastard.” Sasuke muttered and continued to glare daggers behind their backs. He composed himself and started to train more.

Giving the kunai a harsh grip and throwing it with force. He had to let his frustrations out. He had to train and become much stronger. Truly those sand siblings were always bored and looking for trouble.

 Sasuke wanted nothing more for the exams to end.

 He willed himself not to dwell on what just happened earlier and continue to strive harder on his training. Yet, seeing it as it is the doctor had said that doing strenuous activities for the matter would reopen his wounds and it would likely render him useless in training.

He looked at his arm and instead remembered the events before going to the hospital.

‘Hn, Sakura.’

It was already 7:30 and surprisingly enough Sakura was running a little late past behind their team meeting.

  __________________________

“I got it!” Sakura said in finality. Sachi could only gasp. ’t-this kid…!’

"Let me see, let me see!" Sachi said excitedly. after knowing the results and the poisoned blood returned to its original shade she could only jumpp in glee and hug the kid tight.

‘That’s amazing Sakura-chan!!” she screamed in delight!

"The formulas are finally done! Now the rest is up for distribution!” Sachi exclaimed.

“We’ll handle it from here, I know you’re running a little late for your team training. I’m truly sorry for that!” Sachii said in a bow.  Sakura checked the clock on the wall and gasped.“Oh no! You’re right!” She gave out a horrified expression. What would Sasuke-kun say to her about being tardy? but she didn't dwell on the matter far longr when she remembered that this antidote she had just created will save many lives as of this day and the next.

“It’s okay Sachi-san it was a pleasure working with you. And I’m glad I could help!” Sakura said happily.

“I have truly no words! You know we could offer you a position here in the hospital if something comes up! I’ll arrange the paperworks and all will be good!”

Ami said happily and Sakura gasped as Sachi giggled.

“Besides, you’ve been helping out for a while now, and I’ve been guessing it’s what you wanted in the first place when you came here. Am I right?”

 “Yes! Of course!” Sakura said excitedly. “Thank you so much Sachi-san!” she screamed in delight and hugged the 20-year old medic.

 “aww! You’re welcome Sakura-chan!” and she hugged back. Truly Sakura was too sweet for her own.

“I will do my best and I promise you won’t ever regret this decision!” Sakura said in finality and hurried for the door.

“I must go now! Sasuke-kun must already be there!” Sakura said and ran off for the training grounds.

“wait-! Sakura! you’re wrist...!” Sachi exclaimed. Yet after she uttered these words Sakura was already out the door. ‘Oh, dearie that girl could be really reckless.’

                                                                          “Oh, shoot I’m super late!” Sakura said as she ran on the streets of Konoha looking at her watch it already read 7:48

Sakura could only gasp and gave out a horrified expression. She wasn’t always the type for tardiness. She always showed up on time and kept that record straight up. That is until this fateful day.

‘This may sound lame but Kakashi sensei isn’t there yet anyways. And Naruto always comes up after an hour. That leads to Sasuke probably training alone on the training grounds.’

‘heh. This is never happening again.’ She thought.

After a few minutes of sprinting Sakura managed to arrive at the rendezvous.

and spot the boy she endeared.

                                                                         “Hn, youre late.” Sasuke said as she arrived at 7:56 almost 8.

 Sakura cursed mentally. “Ah! Sasuke-kun! I’m sorry. It took a while for us and the medic team to complete the formula but all is well and-!”

 but was cut off by Sasuke already close enough within range. And soon enough he grasped her wrist that was injured. She hissed from the pain.

It was still bleeding profusely. ’I had completely forgotten about that!’ Sakura gasped in surprise.

 “What happened?” Sasuke asked as he inspected the wound. “ah-! Eeeh. S-sasuke-kun” she said muttering lamely. She just had to act all shy whenever he was this close.

“You should take care of yourself more Sakura.” Sasuke said. as he puled out some ointments and bandages.

“It gets really annoying.” As Sasuke wrapped her wounds with the bandages.

She couldn’t see his expression because of his hair blocking her view. But she knew that he only cared. Yet seeing him like this only made her feel like a burden. The thought of his wrist having the same injury as hers were quite beguiling.

But she had intentionally cut her wrist this way so she could let him know that she noticed.

"Please, do the the same." She gave a somewhat pleading look as she replied secretly muttering the words and looked away immediately.

Sasuke caught sight of her expression and heard everything she said.

Sakura already knew what his wounds meant the very first time she saw it.

although the thought was so unbelievable she knew everything was possible no matter how much she wanted to deny herself she knew that he did it to himself intentionally. and he was suffering more intensely and was keeping it to himself alone again.

"What do you mean?" He asked in assumption. and stopped at his actions.

"Iiie! w-what? I didn't say anything" she all but said ridiculously.

'I guess I'm not quite ready to face him with this matter, but I have to!' She thought nervously

"Tch whatever." He said as he continued to roll the bandage around her wound. She was acting all weird again.

He felt slightly good when the injury was covered from his view. But the very reminder of her wearing these bandages only made it worse. Because underneath his wrist protectors he also worse of them.

 He had a personal pull from his gruesome feelings when he saw her with this kind of injury. And he knew very damn well what it was.

Sasuke being the teammate he was only worried for her well-being and seeing the sight of her wrist bleeding only made his stomach churn.

“Ah- Thank you. I’m sorry. But you see I had to cut myself so I could test out the poison with my blood. And cutting it this way will give out more sample so-” Sakura said in a weak tone.

This in turn only made Sasuke pause on what he was doing. His expression looked unreadable. But turned away immediately.

The intentions for both of them were downright different despite how the same process of the injury goes. 

Her wound meant to save others. While his were to hurt himself.

Oh, the irony.

'tch, always hurting herself and helping others.'

He made the wrong assumption. And for the first time he was glad.

“Hn, whatever.” He said.

Ever since the events from the forest of death she had begun acting this way. And it irked him because he always noticed.

“Just, don’t do it again.” He muttered the last part and tied the final knot.

He was met with a deafening silence from her which was odd. And quite frankly she was staring at him with an intense expression. Something that she only gave out when she was so sure of something. 

Mario William Vitale’s Poetry

Bio Of Mario William Vitale The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension: Mario William Vitale Biography I was born in 1970 Bristol hospital. A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success, As the years would pass I was heavy in the arts used to sing and act. Was an altar boy at St. Pius Church. In time I would act in my senior class play, "The Mystery Of Edwin Drood" Where I had the lead role as the Narrator, I touched many hearts with that performance in 1989, Was hospitalized with mono that same year for two weeks long, Also that same year I became prom king of my class Wolcott High School, After the break up with my first grilfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com Attempted plays: Tartuffe, Miracle Of St. Anthony and Balm in Gieade, (His poetic aspirations had derived at 18 in 1989 from submitting his first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One"- (Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum) Attended Central Connecticut State University For Creative Writing: 1997 Next from 1989-1997 (Wrote primarily for Poetry.com and The International Library Of Poetry) , * Received editors choice award in 1997 for poem, " A Beacon Of Light ", (1998)Sent poetic manuscript to N.Y. Time Magazine and Chief Editor " John Hyland". Back with rave reviews! * (From 1999-2008: Had adapted a real keen sense of style for writing poetry: (1999- Sent Editorial to: New Man Magazine for the Passion of Christ Movie; Sent followup letter to company with poetry platform information attached, * 2000-2007: Magazine: (Catholic)Maries Rose Ferron Magazine submitted poem" Beacon Of Light", which had excellent editorial reviews as the outset! 2008- Wrote poem entitled: (The Heavy Cross)to Poetry.com* Achieved Poetry status of work of Excellence in writing from the Academy Of American Poetry in which still having received rank and status as a member of Academy; (The Connecticut Poetry Society) * Short story submitted entitled, "China Dog Ray" submitted to Virginia Writers Quarterly, West Virginia, Also having member status on their board of Poetry. Attribute Poetry to an ever increasing love of God and his unconditional love that he has for us in return, Thankfulness toward family and friends.(To our past ancestors who fought to uphold freedom that far too many of us take for granted? My contemporary artists include that of Ellan Bryant Voight, Kay Ryan and Carl Phillips.Which all three are Participants in the Academy Of American Poetry Having been a member since 2006, My work reflects the likes of past poets such as C.S.Lewis, Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe. Most of my work reflects with the values of religious beliefs intact In my personal view it is essential in demonstrating a real heart of creative passion! The reader I believe will benefit by my artistic style of development in a very positive light.) After experiencing a life transformation encounter.I had realized that poetry is my unique way to convey myself my work speaks from the heart with pure sentiments of though intact, As the years passed I would write over 4,000 poems and 5 short stories toward my platform, My poetry is based on the free verse style of writing, Was published in 10 venues such as Writerscafe, Neopoet, Hello poetry, Poem Hunter, Booksie, Poetryvibe, Poetrysoup, Starlifecafe.com, Poets Know It & poetry.com... I was saved by God at the tender age of nine in Charlotte Carolina where I came to know the Lord that was in 1979, Today I continue to write poetry was published on Spillwords, High On Poetry, Tuck Magazine & Setu Magazine. My main emphasis in writing poetry is to share with the mass populace touching many hearts. Hope you can read my poetry. Sea Stacks skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the posts' blunt stubs sank down the circled and were roofed by milled lumber dragged at one time to the coast We slept there Each morning the minus tide- weeds flowed it like hair swimming The starfish gripped rock, pastel, rough. Fish bones lay in sun Each noon the milk fog sank from cloud cover, came in our clothes and held them tighter on us. Sea stacks stood and disappeared They came back when the sun scrubbed out the inlet Life Force through the flame cover me in silent sound dignity for with what one is willing to achieve valiantly feel the breeze nestled through the trees shaped through your dreams a piercing of the skin new hearts to begin again Choices Many have a hard time understanding They live for self and that of society They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it Eyes with blackened spots having holes Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side You share with them the truth They choose to run away & hide Yet deep inside they may still question Why am i here ? They can't even help you Cause they won't help themselves They are the scum of the land Much too afraid to stand among the son of man A bitter taste Do they want salt or sugar coated messages Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart Negativity kills it Each of us has been given a choice We must lend a helping hand with a voice All of us have been given a choice Now which pathway will you choose ? Emerald City There’ll be no unemployment in heaven. No worry about the next meal. There’ll be no bills to harass us, and thieves will not break in and steal. In heaven, we’ll have no need for money; Everything up there will be free. We’ll enjoy God’s unsearchable riches, and have unending security. I’m looking forward to heaven, that land that is fairer than day. Where all will be joy and gladness, and sorrow and care will flee away. Up there, no mean words will be spoken. Each heart will be filled with pure love. We’ll never be hurt or rejected, in the beautiful city above. There will be no disappointment or heartache. God will wipe all the tears from our eyes. No one will ever be lonely, and there’ll be no anguished good-byes. Up there, the love we have for each other, by each heart will be shared equally. And we’ll have all the things that we’ve longed for, and at last we will really be free Little Angel Hope springs a new On a cloud in heaven Stand a heavenly angel With mere beauty of crystalized light Golden emblems encrusted their frame Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper Eyes, hands & face A real message sent down to earth To care for those lonely souls all alone There beauty is a surprise to encounter Slipping through locked doors to appear Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain Causing accidents not to happen They appear in the form of brightened miracles We see them with a heart all a glow Come to the birth of a new born baby Come to servicemen who just joined the navy You will see them at a graveyard setting Even among gamblers who do there betting There all around us you see For all of life is but a mystery These Flames I Live turn back the tear drop pillow I'm sick to my stomach suffering alone and hard piercing cavity of viscious fangs that bite illusive impulsive the rant These flames I live my right to forgive undercover beyond the means living in a land of mean barren sea a shot in the dark to light the spark many are left in rebellion what an incredible talent Vitale is he is the poet of all poets the moment you met him perfect ten a chick lying with her hens a quest... flaws and failures yes he wears Depends a trip to the zoo nothing new Laughter Laughter fills the scented air through days exposed the timeless hour of a loathsome mast expounded upon the cavity of debris develop a grateful heart that one may impart look close through a pillar of glass a vergence sea out beyond the interpass a halo with a song to help you get along the sight of a fawn on the lawn greed and materialism will crush out the light in your life penetration by the holy spirit a heart change has to happen one must be open to the message care for your brother help for your pale sister one ear on the floor a cause for more through fetters got it made to even out the score Unending Brigade I ask myself politely what resistance flowers here against love treaded lightly or losing lovingness dear? give cadence to the simple, for I gave ammunition to the laughter we should we ever falter the timeless whisper of happening golden nuggets of thought & inspiration braids my hair with a great deal of wear through the conclaves of love's fastened grip shadows block the vortex to aid its message The Dream Police they come to my head at the side of my bed they are enforcing my sleep give cadence to a treat a far from ports unknown like a dog without a bone giving tickets to be enforced every time I have a dream forces scream Of Time & Dreams Father's gold pocket watch measured heartbeats, times for surgery and the slow drip of an IV all else in his life was overture to main events, like birth and death of those the family never knew Steps from my childhood dreams to his were counted in places where treasure were wet pebbles and the pulse of life was seen in raindrops on the lake now the watch is mine, and i yearn to throw it like a pebble into the past, to see it skip and yield to places we never shared, like blue-green eddies near the shore and grasses curled by the win Yet, warming in my palm, the measurer of his days seems to sing the music of turning points where drying dreams meet others born anew, emerging through images of caring to rhythms more than metrical that i've yet to understand The Land Of Dreams When you fall asleep at night, your mind goes into an eerie flight You can open the gate with the key of thought, and don't have to do what you've been taught You sing, and dance, and prance all day and you act so happy and also gay You run in circles and run into the trees, and cut your elbows and scrape your knees But sometimes you open the wrong gate, and find yourself facing a terrible fate There are monsters, ghouls and also grouches, and then you wish you were on confortable couches And when you're done and almost through, your mind knows exactly what to do you go back through that eerie flight it may be day it may be night And when your mind comes back to you, you may wake up and have the flu You could leave for school very late, and find out that it's the wrong date And you could play outside in the streams but you will know that you entered "The Land Of Dreams." Old Crow Old crow Tired and lazy' against the day Dark skies Lost in blacks and whites and grays Howling north wind Sure takes a man's fight away Wastelands, A dreamer's home on his best day Hard rain Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade And talks cheap, But for the words of time they'll ave the last say Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say And the harvest is in, it wasn't much May I have enough to get by The baskets were light, not a muscle ached And somehow I feel I'm going to die The winter is coming and the signs say hard I've never seen such a haunting sky For on the mountains, frost in the wind And somehow I feel I'm going to die Full moon Lonely above the old oak tree line Old crow Hanging empty in the black sky And a nighthawk Circles her in silence as she flies Old crow, all alone she flies Pheonix the blazing glory of a loving night Disappears in the sun's bright morning light All efforts to recall that glorious pain Fade in the dawn to be sought in vain but the memory clings of precious glory that will not become an old, dull story instead that memory promises anew that love will spring forth and again renew with every joining of two loving souls again will emerge from the fading coals a love renewed by the glowing embers so that this night, too, will be remembered. Soul Search When I look into your eyes I see the sunshine and rain, The deeper I look and also see Various kinds of pain; I can see the kind, warm love that filters thru, To surface at the top when you’re not blue, I have seen and know your hopes and fears The good and bad times you have thru years, You have seen and felt so much I’m glad our lives did touch Look deep into my eyes and you will find The heartaches and happiness that were also mine Come With Me Come with me and be my friend Lets create a fantasy just you & me lets linger through the wind and feel free lets run through the sand and make time stand still so we can treasure this moment Only until The mystical ocean touches our souls and fills our hearts with love come with me and I'll show you What I have to give come with and I'll describe The life I dreamed we'd live come with and hold me gently and watch the retiring sun slowly set Shower me with all your love pretending we just met Whenever you need me I'll be there To help lift your spirits and I want to care About you come with and be my love no longer a fantasy just you & me This time only A reality... Mario William Vitale. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1,000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform. Vitale has taken the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as John Ashbery & Major Jackson. Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct. Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet Personifications Of Oceanic Thoughts whispers sun lit morn the surf hits the turf smells of salt air through the moment savor each moment as the memory lasts bask in the vast expanse between time & space sounds of children playing seaweed next to the rocks along the cobblestone walkway solace torn up in the derision of peace with solidarity we were made for moments such as these seagulls flock overhead remember me in thoughts as these whisk through the breeze capture one's inner sense alas with angelic fervor permeates a flame of life's torn reality a new to face the day Follow Your Heart Magic breathes life in our hearts Destiny resides in our souls Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting grains of sand Dream time is the place where I am alive Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me to your heart I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and rises with you again Life is my dream I love you Cynthia When at night I close my eyes, to think all the days gone by, to feel again those passions past, and feeble joy that never lasts, I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia I think I found you in a dream then we celebrate, the night I pressed beyond the seam, where fantasy and reality meet in summer mist so soft and sweet, But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia But dreams just last within the night, when morning came, Her soul took flight I awake to find Her never there She passes like the misty air To leave me longing and alone, my painful love, my Cynthia Enigma love you swell the heart, to crush the same when lovers part But whether love and joy you bring or bitter pain and Death's cold sting I plead you come to me again, my final love, My Cynthia For My Precious Son You're standing in the doorway. Your workday is all done. He waits to see you everyday, this boy that is your son. He hopes you will go fishing. He hopes you'll shoot the gun. He just wants to be with you, this boy that is your son. He is your spitting image. To him you are ''The One''. He hopes to be just like you, this boy that is your son. You show him what a man is. You teach as you have fun. You are admired as well as loved by this boy that is your son. You've got a friend forever. Until the world is done. Then, still you will be holding this man that is your son. I'm Just A Poetical Lyricist I’m just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious I’m about to take you on a lyrical experience I’m having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books Saying I’m good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch I best mention the Kardashians other wise you’ll have trouble keeping up Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife Telling me I can’t rhyme, is the biggest mistake you’ve made since you let your ex Back in to your life Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine I promise she’ll give you a great time I’ll pay for the date, its all on me All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I’m white Please be creative and tell me how I’m the new Vanilla ice Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile I could have thrown this into my waste pile But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun “yeah I’m Bad. I’ll make this Uzi Squirt” You don’t know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil Uzi Vert Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time Some guy called Young Thug is wearing dresses That’s not something I have a problem with My problem is There’s so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message? Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts I’d pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I’d fail I’d rather be the real me, and I’m far too cute to go to Jail I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be You always get the truth from me someone tell Rihanna I’m ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life Tell her she’ll only regret it if I become a legend when I die Knowing she could of had me This is my last piece of paper, I’m now pad free I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience I’m just a poetical lyricist Rapula back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight sucking the innocent patrons for blood right in the hood like you knew he would Rapula the man, the myth & the legend could very often see him in the back of a seven eleven drinking red slurpees took folks block by block like giving him a heart attack just to fit his mold no one came against him until that day in the crib Rapula lost his lobster bib very often you will see him at the 8th Street Station spinning his records there will never be another blood sucking brother so move over he's taking cover Rapula wore a high hat tip on his temple driving a white Benz looking like Baretta I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me Supernatural but it's so true the world ha

60 Newest Poems By Mario W. Vitale

Bio Of Mario William Vitale The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension: Mario William Vitale Biography I was born in 1970 Bristol hospital. A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success, As the years would pass I was heavy in the arts used to sing and act. Was an altar boy at St. Pius Church. In time I would act in my senior class play, "The Mystery Of Edwin Drood" Where I had the lead role as the Narrator, I touched many hearts with that performance in 1989, Was hospitalized with mono that same year for two weeks long, Also that same year I became prom king of my class Wolcott High School, After the break up with my first grilfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com Attempted plays: Tartuffe, Miracle Of St. Anthony and Balm in Gieade, (His poetic aspirations had derived at 18 in 1989 from submitting his first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One"- (Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum) Attended Central Connecticut State University For Creative Writing: 1997 Next from 1989-1997 (Wrote primarily for Poetry.com and The International Library Of Poetry) , * Received editors choice award in 1997 for poem, " A Beacon Of Light ", (1998)Sent poetic manuscript to N.Y. Time Magazine and Chief Editor " John Hyland". Back with rave reviews! * (From 1999-2008: Had adapted a real keen sense of style for writing poetry: (1999- Sent Editorial to: New Man Magazine for the Passion of Christ Movie; Sent followup letter to company with poetry platform information attached, * 2000-2007: Magazine: (Catholic)Maries Rose Ferron Magazine submitted poem" Beacon Of Light", which had excellent editorial reviews as the outset! 2008- Wrote poem entitled: (The Heavy Cross)to Poetry.com* Achieved Poetry status of work of Excellence in writing from the Academy Of American Poetry in which still having received rank and status as a member of Academy; (The Connecticut Poetry Society) * Short story submitted entitled, "China Dog Ray" submitted to Virginia Writers Quarterly, West Virginia, Also having member status on their board of Poetry. Attribute Poetry to an ever increasing love of God and his unconditional love that he has for us in return, Thankfulness toward family and friends.(To our past ancestors who fought to uphold freedom that far too many of us take for granted? My contemporary artists include that of Ellan Bryant Voight, Kay Ryan and Carl Phillips.Which all three are Participants in the Academy Of American Poetry Having been a member since 2006, My work reflects the likes of past poets such as C.S.Lewis, Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe. Most of my work reflects with the values of religious beliefs intact In my personal view it is essential in demonstrating a real heart of creative passion! The reader I believe will benefit by my artistic style of development in a very positive light.) After experiencing a life transformation encounter.I had realized that poetry is my unique way to convey myself my work speaks from the heart with pure sentiments of though intact, As the years passed I would write over 4,000 poems and 5 short stories toward my platform, My poetry is based on the free verse style of writing, Was published in 10 venues such as Writerscafe, Neopoet, Hello poetry, Poem Hunter, Booksie, Poetryvibe, Poetrysoup, Starlifecafe.com, Poets Know It & poetry.com... I was saved by God at the tender age of nine in Charlotte Carolina where I came to know the Lord that was in 1979, Today I continue to write poetry was published on Spillwords, High On Poetry, Tuck Magazine & Setu Magazine. My main emphasis in writing poetry is to share with the mass populace touching many hearts. Hope you can read my poetry. Sea Stacks skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the posts' blunt stubs sank down the circled and were roofed by milled lumber dragged at one time to the coast We slept there Each morning the minus tide- weeds flowed it like hair swimming The starfish gripped rock, pastel, rough. Fish bones lay in sun Each noon the milk fog sank from cloud cover, came in our clothes and held them tighter on us. Sea stacks stood and disappeared They came back when the sun scrubbed out the inlet Life Force through the flame cover me in silent sound dignity for with what one is willing to achieve valiantly feel the breeze nestled through the trees shaped through your dreams a piercing of the skin new hearts to begin again Choices Many have a hard time understanding They live for self and that of society They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it Eyes with blackened spots having holes Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side You share with them the truth They choose to run away & hide Yet deep inside they may still question Why am i here ? They can't even help you Cause they won't help themselves They are the scum of the land Much too afraid to stand among the son of man A bitter taste Do they want salt or sugar coated messages Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart Negativity kills it Each of us has been given a choice We must lend a helping hand with a voice All of us have been given a choice Now which pathway will you choose ? Emerald City There’ll be no unemployment in heaven. No worry about the next meal. There’ll be no bills to harass us, and thieves will not break in and steal. In heaven, we’ll have no need for money; Everything up there will be free. We’ll enjoy God’s unsearchable riches, and have unending security. I’m looking forward to heaven, that land that is fairer than day. Where all will be joy and gladness, and sorrow and care will flee away. Up there, no mean words will be spoken. Each heart will be filled with pure love. We’ll never be hurt or rejected, in the beautiful city above. There will be no disappointment or heartache. God will wipe all the tears from our eyes. No one will ever be lonely, and there’ll be no anguished good-byes. Up there, the love we have for each other, by each heart will be shared equally. And we’ll have all the things that we’ve longed for, and at last we will really be free Little Angel Hope springs a new On a cloud in heaven Stand a heavenly angel With mere beauty of crystalized light Golden emblems encrusted their frame Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper Eyes, hands & face A real message sent down to earth To care for those lonely souls all alone There beauty is a surprise to encounter Slipping through locked doors to appear Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain Causing accidents not to happen They appear in the form of brightened miracles We see them with a heart all a glow Come to the birth of a new born baby Come to servicemen who just joined the navy You will see them at a graveyard setting Even among gamblers who do there betting There all around us you see For all of life is but a mystery These Flames I Live turn back the tear drop pillow I'm sick to my stomach suffering alone and hard piercing cavity of viscious fangs that bite illusive impulsive the rant These flames I live my right to forgive undercover beyond the means living in a land of mean barren sea a shot in the dark to light the spark many are left in rebellion what an incredible talent Vitale is he is the poet of all poets the moment you met him perfect ten a chick lying with her hens a quest... flaws and failures yes he wears Depends a trip to the zoo nothing new Laughter Laughter fills the scented air through days exposed the timeless hour of a loathsome mast expounded upon the cavity of debris develop a grateful heart that one may impart look close through a pillar of glass a vergence sea out beyond the interpass a halo with a song to help you get along the sight of a fawn on the lawn greed and materialism will crush out the light in your life penetration by the holy spirit a heart change has to happen one must be open to the message care for your brother help for your pale sister one ear on the floor a cause for more through fetters got it made to even out the score Unending Brigade I ask myself politely what resistance flowers here against love treaded lightly or losing lovingness dear? give cadence to the simple, for I gave ammunition to the laughter we should we ever falter the timeless whisper of happening golden nuggets of thought & inspiration braids my hair with a great deal of wear through the conclaves of love's fastened grip shadows block the vortex to aid its message The Dream Police they come to my head at the side of my bed they are enforcing my sleep give cadence to a treat a far from ports unknown like a dog without a bone giving tickets to be enforced every time I have a dream forces scream Of Time & Dreams Father's gold pocket watch measured heartbeats, times for surgery and the slow drip of an IV all else in his life was overture to main events, like birth and death of those the family never knew Steps from my childhood dreams to his were counted in places where treasure were wet pebbles and the pulse of life was seen in raindrops on the lake now the watch is mine, and i yearn to throw it like a pebble into the past, to see it skip and yield to places we never shared, like blue-green eddies near the shore and grasses curled by the win Yet, warming in my palm, the measurer of his days seems to sing the music of turning points where drying dreams meet others born anew, emerging through images of caring to rhythms more than metrical that i've yet to understand The Land Of Dreams When you fall asleep at night, your mind goes into an eerie flight You can open the gate with the key of thought, and don't have to do what you've been taught You sing, and dance, and prance all day and you act so happy and also gay You run in circles and run into the trees, and cut your elbows and scrape your knees But sometimes you open the wrong gate, and find yourself facing a terrible fate There are monsters, ghouls and also grouches, and then you wish you were on confortable couches And when you're done and almost through, your mind knows exactly what to do you go back through that eerie flight it may be day it may be night And when your mind comes back to you, you may wake up and have the flu You could leave for school very late, and find out that it's the wrong date And you could play outside in the streams but you will know that you entered "The Land Of Dreams." Old Crow Old crow Tired and lazy' against the day Dark skies Lost in blacks and whites and grays Howling north wind Sure takes a man's fight away Wastelands, A dreamer's home on his best day Hard rain Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade And talks cheap, But for the words of time they'll ave the last say Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say And the harvest is in, it wasn't much May I have enough to get by The baskets were light, not a muscle ached And somehow I feel I'm going to die The winter is coming and the signs say hard I've never seen such a haunting sky For on the mountains, frost in the wind And somehow I feel I'm going to die Full moon Lonely above the old oak tree line Old crow Hanging empty in the black sky And a nighthawk Circles her in silence as she flies Old crow, all alone she flies Pheonix the blazing glory of a loving night Disappears in the sun's bright morning light All efforts to recall that glorious pain Fade in the dawn to be sought in vain but the memory clings of precious glory that will not become an old, dull story instead that memory promises anew that love will spring forth and again renew with every joining of two loving souls again will emerge from the fading coals a love renewed by the glowing embers so that this night, too, will be remembered. Soul Search When I look into your eyes I see the sunshine and rain, The deeper I look and also see Various kinds of pain; I can see the kind, warm love that filters thru, To surface at the top when you’re not blue, I have seen and know your hopes and fears The good and bad times you have thru years, You have seen and felt so much I’m glad our lives did touch Look deep into my eyes and you will find The heartaches and happiness that were also mine Come With Me Come with me and be my friend Lets create a fantasy just you & me lets linger through the wind and feel free lets run through the sand and make time stand still so we can treasure this moment Only until The mystical ocean touches our souls and fills our hearts with love come with me and I'll show you What I have to give come with and I'll describe The life I dreamed we'd live come with and hold me gently and watch the retiring sun slowly set Shower me with all your love pretending we just met Whenever you need me I'll be there To help lift your spirits and I want to care About you come with and be my love no longer a fantasy just you & me This time only A reality... Mario William Vitale. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1,000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform. Vitale has taken the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as John Ashbery & Major Jackson. Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct. Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet Personifications Of Oceanic Thoughts whispers sun lit morn the surf hits the turf smells of salt air through the moment savor each moment as the memory lasts bask in the vast expanse between time & space sounds of children playing seaweed next to the rocks along the cobblestone walkway solace torn up in the derision of peace with solidarity we were made for moments such as these seagulls flock overhead remember me in thoughts as these whisk through the breeze capture one's inner sense alas with angelic fervor permeates a flame of life's torn reality a new to face the day Follow Your Heart Magic breathes life in our hearts Destiny resides in our souls Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting grains of sand Dream time is the place where I am alive Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me to your heart I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and rises with you again Life is my dream I love you Cynthia When at night I close my eyes, to think all the days gone by, to feel again those passions past, and feeble joy that never lasts, I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia I think I found you in a dream then we celebrate, the night I pressed beyond the seam, where fantasy and reality meet in summer mist so soft and sweet, But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia But dreams just last within the night, when morning came, Her soul took flight I awake to find Her never there She passes like the misty air To leave me longing and alone, my painful love, my Cynthia Enigma love you swell the heart, to crush the same when lovers part But whether love and joy you bring or bitter pain and Death's cold sting I plead you come to me again, my final love, My Cynthia For My Precious Son You're standing in the doorway. Your workday is all done. He waits to see you everyday, this boy that is your son. He hopes you will go fishing. He hopes you'll shoot the gun. He just wants to be with you, this boy that is your son. He is your spitting image. To him you are ''The One''. He hopes to be just like you, this boy that is your son. You show him what a man is. You teach as you have fun. You are admired as well as loved by this boy that is your son. You've got a friend forever. Until the world is done. Then, still you will be holding this man that is your son. I'm Just A Poetical Lyricist I’m just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious I’m about to take you on a lyrical experience I’m having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books Saying I’m good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch I best mention the Kardashians other wise you’ll have trouble keeping up Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife Telling me I can’t rhyme, is the biggest mistake you’ve made since you let your ex Back in to your life Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine I promise she’ll give you a great time I’ll pay for the date, its all on me All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I’m white Please be creative and tell me how I’m the new Vanilla ice Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile I could have thrown this into my waste pile But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun “yeah I’m Bad. I’ll make this Uzi Squirt” You don’t know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil Uzi Vert Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time Some guy called Young Thug is wearing dresses That’s not something I have a problem with My problem is There’s so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message? Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts I’d pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I’d fail I’d rather be the real me, and I’m far too cute to go to Jail I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be You always get the truth from me someone tell Rihanna I’m ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life Tell her she’ll only regret it if I become a legend when I die Knowing she could of had me This is my last piece of paper, I’m now pad free I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience I’m just a poetical lyricist Rapula back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight sucking the innocent patrons for blood right in the hood like you knew he would Rapula the man, the myth & the legend could very often see him in the back of a seven eleven drinking red slurpees took folks block by block like giving him a heart attack just to fit his mold no one came against him until that day in the crib Rapula lost his lobster bib very often you will see him at the 8th Street Station spinning his records there will never be another blood sucking brother so move over he's taking cover Rapula wore a high hat tip on his temple driving a white Benz looking like Baretta I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me Supernatural but it's so true the world hasn't a single clue borrowed basement pews stained glass windows a reflection of the cross some will go before the toss he was there from the beginning he is the only one that's winning perfumed stockings and a breath of fresh air the willingness to share how you really care if you have seen him you have seen the father Jesus Stop The Madness All of sudden reality happens Ruining my mind that's already jumbled "where the hell did i just go?" I ask to myself no one listens Obsecurity is still in me Recognizing situation where i have been Looking up the sky it's already dark Worrying something, i need to get up Home, i need to find home Stepping forward to pass the crowd The longer i go, the quieter it's so Taking my glasses off because its fogged Focusing my lens but the blur shows sigh Now melancholy does it again Lack of knowledge about locations Lack of someone to be asked for And there is no light to guide me on Vision, direction, companion I wish i could make them clearer But in reality, they just disappear Shaman Within I met a dead poem in the shade of spring. I was so sad I could hear the door bell ring through the furtherance of a smile I became unglued shadows block the motive bruised. Beyond the sky set flight Prison Of The Mind able to be smart without words its a topic of conversation through words spilled out on the ancient path meditate lights out beg, bitch & pout the underscore read stop I'm keeping on keeping transfused and weeping table talking swallow its extremities move the levee strong will survive thank God I'm alive the moments the solitude alone vibrations fixed temptations sensations... take me to the prison three squares a day a pillow and I pray nestled the mood away Getting Ahead Of God hearken onto the voice of a still small way let God show you the new found way look deep into the cause of wisdom seek the shelter God give the children right parents to help bring them up you never miss out in obeying God when you start off in life without God your in the wrong direction God will tell you what he wants you to do if you ask him to your life will be filled with joy, peace & happiness the issue is its not your age but what is the will of God for your life God always has your best when we wait on God you can't tell by the way it works by the way it counts you may have get by in life but you must deny yourself people have to go through disaster before you surrender your life each time we take a leap of our own choice we lose out of the will of God you'll be disapointed the issue is what does God want for your life he acts on behalf on the one who waits on him you can't get God's guidance if your living in sin happiness, joy, peace & satifaction are very valuable you made some choices but God will forgive you if you repent for them its a decision we make if we confess our sins he is faithful & just to forgive us it is a choice you make remember you reap what you sow you can't avoid or escape the things of your soul whether your 16 or 67 its time you made a decision and surrender to God I pray that every person that hears this message will stop to think of what they have done in life Take It All In God is a closer friend come back to New England plants, rocks, shrubs & things suddenly I'm waiting here for you it's a tick or take Sunday afternoon waiting by the rocks they surface with untimely leaves the leagues plagued with devastation the beef stock through the goldie locks of here hair Summertime is no better time got this crazy feeling I'm so glad that your feeling for me with your heart you can unite the heart Changes a smile from a lonesome child transformed through the eyes the timeless cavity unleashed through diverse port of space in time the child in time grew now in there teens sees the world through a fine tooth comb at home being alone the horrific scene through adolescence its a coincidence now as an adult able to leap tall buildings with a single bound the smile deminishes onto sophistication almost a loose cannon pronounced news to its folly cover me with those tender leaves falling from the stream let loose on my caboose the stars all glitter in the darkness of night Pilgrims Progress We need great golden copulations in the cemetery bury your head beneath the limbs in part of a ghostly resolve perhaps this was the path Brother Lawrence tred alone underneath the interpass of denial of speculation we have nursed path each quatrum with a deafening blow to stand in one accord to each other as pilgrims rest after harvest time Apple butter jam spread on fresh home made bread the reflections of a timid squirrel on a limb we have become immeasurable by your smile she danced in a ring of fire yet throws of each challenge with a shrug the cost of the pilgrims progress we shall never know bust up the beat to promote its tempo a beacon of light to a much hurting world in search of love Does death hurt you the most or is it fear beneath the timeless swell I live to tell sought through the variation to its cosmic flame Careless Whisper a shoulder tender shelter to lie next together, the swelter of a careless whisper left tempted shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough to thirst united with the throne billow with asps of the new day's pride thank God I'm still alive to delve into the ridges of each dishes kisses the torment of each smile bruisded reed tmpered on its poll the thought of vanity among humanity the faint of your legacy Spirit To Touchdown Ten years since her husband's death she still craved the sight of him and his magnetic smile coming in the door, his suitcoat slung over his back. She yearned to glance at him in a long black coat, resembling a materialized laser beam, as they prepared to go out for an evening, or in old bluejeans walking barefoot with her on the seashore. She knew he was always with her... but wanted his spirit to touchdown My Elephant There is something about the Elephant I love very much, I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot, if they be my friend, I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side, I will catch hold of his trunk and he’ll trumpet me to victory with pride. There is something about the Elephant I love very much. Although he is so big, he won’t give you a fright, He lifts up his trunk and blesses you instead, So different from the Lion and Tiger you meet, There is something about the Elephant I love very much He is a pure vegetarian, he won’t kill a mouse, He is worshiped as God for all his good vice. If we were to crown the king of the jungle again, It will go to the Elephant our vegetarian friend Proud To Be An American I’m proud to be American To live In a country that’s free And we’re free to be who We want to be! We’re always Free to try New things. And enjoy every Experience that Life may bring! And I was taught To stand up for what You believe in And never give up On your hopes And dreams Because the sky Is the limit! Beach Canopy The smell of fresh fry doe Time had elapsed playing at the casino Fresh lobster with a side order of fries Those spacious wonderful sky's Down at the shell the continental were playing A walk by the lady of a statue in waiting Flip flops and the sound of laughter A playground for kids in the middle The boardwalk with seagulls flocking over head Fire works in the midnight air with a cheer Love We Go through the sweet vortex of our inner frame we can dream of far off places with kings and queens shaped through the fragments of are exploits someday you will be all alone in your room there you will read a text to reflect upon your life we each are on a journey in this life some ponder the existence of God other reflect in the day to day toil love is the mere essence of are existence shine your inner light upon the twilight hour shadows block the mere reflection of my frame not having you in my arms is driving me insane lest I refrain another door by which to explore there is so much more in this game of life within its given strife we can learn one soul soars and another will soon burn we better wait are turn in this wheel in the sky the faint lulabye in its scope Elvis In Vegas Viva Viva Los Vegas he came alone with a guitar in his sack romance with the dice he's giving back a whole host of onlookers looking upon he waves his magic wand with a favorable song swivel hips stand tight in his sticks Elvis Fun House a blade of grass blown in the wind heros have erected its course leading folks away from divorce in times of remembrances thoughts shattered in the wind coming apart at the seams a brigade of thoughts What is a funhouse ? It is when the eyes of all are upon you It's not so, but when you go through it is true The funhouse is a form of torture where everything unravels around you It is a commotion of nervousness and you just want to hide from all that is around you It is a secret that you don't want to share, but there is one who helps just by saying I care It's not what you say it is what you do When you enter my world of the funhouse, you assure me that God is in control that with him I don't need to be afraid It's the gentle way in which you talk when once you have entered into the realm of commotion... It's the assurance of your sincerity that softens the blow Soon with your special way the inner strife goes away A Thief in The Night Jesus he that hath an ear let him hear when all was said to be good let it be said calamity have you ever been down to the lowest pit you look around and no one gave a shit By His Hand through long lines of being transformed to clean my room in the late month of June we move too soon we remain vital to the oncoming spirit of the game filtered through those tiny reasons to spice up the season the God Lord up above has carried us by his hand Poison Ivy there are pillars being built for those who pusue the chase we each are in a battle some have retreated at death's door lest I implore something more a quaint visitation with your higher power in a world torn up in misery & sorrow hiding behind a false hidden garb of compromise can't we easily see through those twised lies yet we embark on a new journey of are own having a house but living all alone out in the street where people meet had a gun at my head thought i was really dead out of devastation I reached right for the bottle like having a gun in hand to release its throttle the world is in misery torn some insist to curse they very day they were born eyes to see but can't hears to hear but won't there's a true lesson to be learned one soul soars while the other soon to be burned we must all wait in line for are turn each of us will have a day in the sun now I'm off on the run searching through pictures to put on my wall to stand ten feet tall amidst the social resistance join in now I must insist this casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's plain atrocious have we taken the time out to notice yet many of us have given up way to easy caught in a rut in are society out of desperation there still is a plan that we can see someday be fulfilled as a reality if we only believe one will be set free Break Away break away to a brand new day perfect display we come to pray faint sounds of grandeur right down to the wire share with those you have heard Thirst thirst after the water that has been spoken look deep beneath the vines of realization through thought and mind breath deep inside let your breath go complete with words of heightened anticipation go deep upon deeper be the keeper of the gate call it fate the twist and turn of the music to loose it the world spins like a top negotiate your buyer sweet songs of praise sweet moments raised in a time well spent in thought the spinning wheel stop just like a top remember me in times like these sheltered through the breeze crushed upon the leaves in midnight hour with pulse through the flame in moments of granduer sharpen your arrows to calm the breeze nestled to your knees cultivated with a smile to know all the great while a helmet for the passing fawn the bear from its nap with a yawn in columns of portals sprinkled dust in the wind the habitation of a needle visible through the shadows remember me in times like these through the training of the leaves taunt the moment an explosion until sunset the bill of sale A Gun For Hire there is a direct correlation between time & space scented across your universe base the climb to approach the summit peak with words do you seek famous qoutes and pictures for your desire coming down to the wire a gun for hire Beyond Her Tea- Blurred Vision The powerful voice of loneliness is screaming through her mind of twisted halls, All too painful to hear, she absorbs them into her cotton ball walls But, beyond her tea-blurred vision and through her pounding heart She hears the voice inside her that is worse than a dagger through her heart Her shadow's darkest moments are filled with hopeless pride And her tongue tied conscience is all whom she has to confide But the rose that is trying to bloom, within her salty hand, will never wither, and never be taken away, Because this, and this alone, is what keeps her going day by day the embrace... Shelter From The Storm outside violence inner silence shadows now block the vortex spaces for places & midnight traces coming apart at the seams jelly beans breath deep my pale sister confide my shady brother undercover as lovers sign so simple the cripple shelter from the storm curse the very day you were actually born a world that turns suffer inside the place to hide let go of any ambition what are you bitching cap the cosmic clap faces in the window having storms in the night Celebrate In Twilight the crimsome tide we all want to run away & hide although we suffer inside enter through the canopy of a velvet song lines drawn in the sand when to understand give yourself away take heed to pray no cornerstone no bridge unknown through the sunlit ravine The Knight Of The 1,000 Eyes softly now faintly ode to the serpent's tale dismiss the dread to reclaim its saga in darkened dungeons fit for conquest come away for a rest most of life is but a test treasure the mantle to the I am presence delve into the sacred flames within your heart enter the center of your being pull back on yourself a still small voice within you saying be not afraid I am here I am your heart I abide in the holy temple in the center of your being you have climbed through mountains you have found me after a very long trek in the darkness of human misery I am the pressence that looks through your eyes the knight will rise of the 1, 000 eyes filtered through the shame who are we to blame infinity is my measure you beloved heart belong to me let us be one once again allow the shell of outer human pass away I will be the service to life that passes through you do not accept as real to what is in the outer world fear not I am the life inside your heart I am inside you together we must intoduce ourselves onto the world. A Gripping Fairy Tale long ago let the truth be told in a city far far away lived a young hobbit who drank there was woods to hide his visitation a taste of hungry exoneration A fare maiden was on the throne ruling her army from the barren city enclosed was a message of honor high off traction from the waiting pool the kingdom was now silent These Words these words are wrapped among a cordial smile cemented like glue for what are we to do come now let us leave the door opened, a demonstration of trust in a world in quite a bit of a rush the door swings wide to the enforced way a beautiful flower display ample time to pray therefore everything will be o.k. the knock on the door lest I implore a distant shuttter of languished circumstances with a heart that's been renewed these words stand still amidst the night's appeal the even keal behind the spinning wheel trust is completely most like a seagull off the coast a reason to really trust Surfing The Internet Today I'm on point smoking a fat joint relaxing basking in the ambiance of the hour folks need to take a cold shower as they admire the scented perfume through the room we have become combersome with this world as a child as if you never really heard Leonard Cohen with his famed song "Suzanne" really makes you think about life. Through the negative light of affliction we have every bit of reason to be standing chosen yet we have are back against the wall when all attempts of standing ten feet tall, Each of us has a reason to discuss the mere notion of love sent from up above Rat tit tat tat on that ass no one gets by on any free pass we need to make are way look to your neighbor for any favors we can all learn to trust & savor Each new moment that comes along with a fast paced moving vibrant song you unleashed the inner lion in me with a whole host of chemistry Surfing the internet may not be your thing but prayer can unleash the fires within storms of life come to either make you or break you whats news for you might not be for you life is like a jagged edge roller coaster with its twists and turns one soul soars while the other one burns just wait your turn Empty Leaves onto the seventh hour of the seventh sun beckon to rule the new day's dawn the lovely fawn sitting on the lawn vibrations to great temptations captivated by a smile to know all the great while the wilderness beckons a response of wild beasts among us Light Brevity thoughts of brevity about the city stay close to me a whole host next to me got rhymes of choice stretched to the opened door the willingness to be explored stand firm in the wheel chair you know my condition to what I've been dishing kissing twisted stereo lies by the bars swift no surprise captivated by her smile still to know all the great while as if a little child faith pierced the scene eating fantastic cuisine the turning of the page is it safe to ask you your age ? the band played on Agatha The Princess she was on the throne far away from her home uniting hearts to ne fond heights carrying herself with a song Agatha the princess will lose their influence soaring to new frontiers left her to tears took walks in her garden beautiful flower display led to thoughts to pray with tears in her eyes came as a big surprise delicate hue wth borrowed lies she walks the flats on the lonely pier rapers and dishes she would hide leave behind the careless whisper a shoulder to cry the soft cascading vamp shine on her eyes to beg or even borrow moments of sorrow to cleave to her young the living stone have we just begun Back To The Front plunged into uncertainty the quest to be a want to be shining on mental enhancement there's joy in the progress smoke on my ceiling highway of what I'm dealing Heroin bang bang shoot shoot you took my nephew Shane let me be the first to explain Shane used to live with us so long ago until he shot up heroin he died in are house such a dark force it starts with a promise to relieve then one gets too deep falling apart at the seams beg, borrow & steal for your next fix to even the deal some take it with a needle others snort it up their nose but do you suppose there's always a shipment coming from Rhode Island dodge the bullet feel the passion why am I asking heroin scores a perfect 10 in the mind of an addict it takes your body then your soul engulfed in flames bust up the beat to promote its tempo Soft Parade the tear drop fell from the ceiling no matter what I'm dealing the ocean has a delicate spray through loose lines let it go time well spent in thought through the day springs hope left nestled on its undertow the stereo swell basking in the hour of belief sorted flowers in its incredible epitaph The Waiting Suspense there are pillars in doorways loosed to become forgiven loose engine the pulsating of a river where is the trigger gets bigger & bigger Destination Excellence the thought of letting go a far to time before waiting to explore the opened door life can be quite a bore the longing for more road up ahead avoid the living dead thoughts inside my head The Arms Of Rap into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep close to the doorway fresh rhymes I'm still on time you maybe brave see me at the arcade park my Benz in back folks tend to over react but I tip my hat got news for you all bridge the gap know what's up Chilling at the grill with my girl sporting heavy studs think that I'm in love you see there's brilliance in a piece mark the ege of my teeth stand still & repeat bars watching souped up body kit cars looking to the stars a view from Mars Pina Colada does anyone grow fond of Starsky & Hutch another push grasping with tender faith in my hand when will folks understand stick it to the man years have passed still having every reason to grasp the solitude in that I'm still in a good mood... Feeling high anxiety got folks sitting next to me living out my legacy of what I used to be Sipping my favorite sauce to the max you tend to over react got to stay in the zone Summer time boogy time get your cash and stand in line frozen in time Through a variation of a dream peeps do scream eating delicious ice cream Souped up high hat as if in a tempo taking you places that you need to go playing a little Spanish fly i got words by the fly your my favorite guy on my human side stand still I'm happily alive got to put first things first this is how i flirt got words for Lavert put back your gold in a purse Trump is getting busy but he makes me awful dizzy better listen to Thin Lizzy they say i'm institutionalized but I got words from the hive it's best to dream big Let Yourself Be A reflection I will be, for today I looked into a mirror and much to my surprise, what I saw was all deep, deep, inside... There it was, all exposed, the inner me right down to my very soul alarmed, shocked, and surprised, what I saw wasn't really me on the outside What have I done ? Where did it go wrong ? Why isn't the inner me the same as the outer soul ? Then I could see way beyond it isn't just me, but everyone. Life is a fairy tale to most for the really don't accept the Holy Ghost If all would look within their self, and see the person that is there, open up your heart, let it out don't pretend, just be proud, for the person you really are, is just what God wanted for he created you as he chose Don't fret, or whine, just be proud, life's riches you will surely find Now when you look at me, a mirror you will see for when you look at me, what you'll see is the inner me For I am the mirror of the real me To everyone in life who feels they are not special, you really are, you see, for God made you that way, if you'll only let yourself be...