A/N: Just a little short story I wrote in my English class. We were each given an orange ticket, and were supposed to write something about it. I ended up writing this. Just onna those inspiration-taking-over moments, I guess.

( Admit One )

Date:	2007-08-29 17:09
Subject:	Poetry: Insane Look Back
Security:	Public
Mood:	dark

A/N: I like the imagery of this poem. Complete fiction, mind you, so don't get too upset.

Slithery snakes
Crawling up your spine
Insomnia, creeping
In through the doorway
The voices, the minds
Of thousands of generations
All seeping into your
Head, screaming
Murder, violence
Walls dripping blood
Your very own
Little slice of hell
Blood, fire, hated
Malice, loss, fury
War, pestilence
Famine, death
Winning in the end
Isn’t always the best option
A winter with souls
Stripped bare, weeping
Mice, tunneling through your organs
Gnawing on you, inside out
Wicked witches
Making potions from
Your brain cells
Wasting away into
Utter nothingness
Creeping skin
Dissolving mouths
Rotting flesh
Self-disregard
Life as you know it
Piling up
Jumping off the bridge
Your end
Is over
Darkness

Date:	2007-08-29 17:07
Subject:	Poetry: Interlocking
Security:	Public
Mood:	loved

A/N: More poetry/spell stuffs. I thought it sounded good enough to be a poem, though, so here ya go.

Interlocking
Chains that bind
Knowing only seeing
In my very mind
Picture through the veil
Across the earth and air
Take in what you see
Swiftly bring you there
Flowing like the river
Towards your only path
Bring you close to me
Find true love at last

Date:	2007-08-08 11:30
Subject:	Poetry: An Ode To Loki, He Of Chaos
Security:	Public
Mood:	satisfied

A/N: My version of religious poetry. I think I did pretty well. I was trying to sound all biblical and such. Did it come out sounding too pretentious? I hope not. Loki needs more prayers dedicated to him.

An Ode To Loki, He Of Chaos

O, Hail! to the great Chaos
Bringer of both Light and Shadow
Master over all is needed
Wise of the matter of choice
From the time between times
Power of His own making
Lord unto His own
Until the end

Date:	2007-08-08 11:04
Subject:	Essay/School Assignment: Marla Singer And Her Effect On The Fight Club Plotline
Security:	Public
Mood:	mischievous

A/N: This is mostly for the sake of Jen. I remembered that she wanted to read my essay on Fight Club, so here it is. Enjoy or ignore, your choice. You are not your LiveJournal reading habits.

Summary: It is of my opinion that Marla Singer played a very crucial part in Fight Club. In fact, I think that Tyler Durden and the entire story, pretty much, came about indirectly because of her. This is an essay I wrote for my ENG204 class a few years back, showing some of the reasoning behind it.

( Fight Club Essay )

Date:	2007-07-31 21:37
Subject:	Original Fiction: Untitled (Tsuki Nanahara)
Security:	Public
Mood:	nerdy

A/N: This is a little something I've been pplaying around with for awhile. It started out as a character history, but now I'm thinking of trying to turn it into a novel or something. Sound good? Anyway, it stops abruptly, but that's cuz I couldn't get past my damn writer's block. Think it's worth continuing? This one I need comments more than ever on. Please?

Title: Tsuki Nanahara (actually, it's really just untitled)

Summary: I'm terrible at summaries, so lemme just say it's a vampire story that takes place (at least for now) in feudal Japan. It's also a bit of a love story (like I'd write anything else?).

( Untitled Vampire Story, Chapter One )

Date:	2007-07-31 21:33
Subject:	Poetry: Witch's Den
Security:	Public
Mood:	content

A/N: Gods, I love imagery that jumps out of the words. This was the third hospital-poem. I also show how much better I was feeling by then. Joyful by now.

Witch's Den

The ocean
Smooth
Crisp
Salty-sweet
I’ve never seen it
But I think
Of it, sometimes
We came from the water
Came from ourselves
The ocean is in us
A mass of water
Endless, like existence
Live-giving
Bringing peace
Sleep
Eternity

Date:	2007-07-31 21:31
Subject:	Poetry: Life-Bringer
Security:	Public
Mood:	optimistic

A/N: This was the second of three poems I wrote. You can tell the groups and such were helping. I'm back to being naturally optimistic. Wheeee.

Life-Bringer

The ocean
Smooth
Crisp
Salty-sweet
I’ve never seen it
But I think
Of it, sometimes
We came from the water
Came from ourselves
The ocean is in us
A mass of water
Endless, like existence
Live-giving
Bringing peace
Sleep
Eternity

Date:	2007-07-31 21:26
Subject:	Poetry: Paranoia
Security:	Public
Mood:	cynical

A/N: This was the first of three poems I wrote while in the hospital. I think it's kinda interesting. Goes with my usual style, too. Not as good a thing as it used to be. Enjoy.

Paranoia

Sadistic thoughts
Why do they always
Think me so damn innocent?
Chaotic leanings
The joy in watching
Everything just… explode
Pyromania
Fire’s not a bad thing
Controlled, without fear
Happy, cleansing destruction
It’s the end of the world
As we know it
And we’re all
Fucked up

Date:	2007-04-23 20:01
Subject:	Forever Looking Back (A Spirited Away One-Shot)
Security:	Public
Mood:	creative
Music:	Modest Mouse - Dashboard

Author's Notes: Yes, I still exist, and am still writing. Or at least, I've started writing again. This is just a little one-shot I wrote after watching Spirited Away. It wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it down, so now if you'd read it, that'd maybe shut it up completely. As per usual, please tell me what you think. I actually kinda like this one (meaning I think it doesn't completely suck).

Title: Forever Looking Back

Catagory: Spirited Away

Disclaimer: I don't own Miyayzaki-san's work. I only own the dvd. So please no sueing.

Summary: One-shot. After having such an adventure, life afterwards seem almost boring in comparison. Chihiro turns to writing; to remember her friends and to help them live again. But did they ever really exist in the first place? Hope and dreams are all she has, but sometimes that’s enough. Kinda fluffy, sorry.

Date:	2005-04-14 20:47
Subject:	An English Assignment...
Security:	Public
Mood:	creative
Music:	Flogging Molly - What's Left Of The Flag

AN: I'm contemplating on turning it into something more. The assignment was a piece of dialogue, where two characters were talking three times each. Instead of writing some boring P.O.S., I played creative writer and came up with this. Tell me if you think I should turn it into a short story.

Untitled

There was a rustle at the door as it was pushed inward. The rustle was from the pile of wadded up papers scratched with ink in a scrawl the writer probably couldn’t even read, all in a lump in front of the door. “You in here, Dom… err, Jones?” Lilith asked, her timid voice barely echoing off the cavernous-feeling walls of the largest bedroom she had ever seen in her short lifetime. She mentally yelled at herself for almost calling him by his first name, something which wasn’t allowed if you knew what was good for you.

“Mmmfmffm…” The muffled noises came from the direction of the cast iron-framed bed. The pile of quilts stirred, and a very shaggy blonde head peeked out from underneath it. “What do you want? I was asleep.” The young man’s gruff voice made his statement all the more believable.

“I just wanted you to know that the headmaster’s looking for you,” Lilith said, voice low and barely audible. At the confused look on his face, she repeated what she had said in a louder voice.

“Any clue whyyy…..?” Jones asked as his stretching turned the last word into a yawn. Wiping at his eyes, he glared at her, still upset over be woken at a horrible time to be woken on a weekend; half-past noon.

Looking like a scared little mouse, Lilith stepped from one foot to the other nervously. “I.. I think it was something… About your assignment?” She made the sentence sound as if it were a question. She always had the habit of doing that when frightened, and being in the bedroom of the creepiest guy in school, Dominic Jones, was enough to make even a brave girl at Saint Vincent’s Academy scared from head to toe.

“I figured I’d be getting questioned about that,” the blonde muttered as he threw the sheets off. Lilith just stared at the imposing figure, her knees shaking. He tilted his head as his glared deepened. “Well, what are you waiting for? You delivered your message. Now go.” Her eyes widened in fear as she bolted, but not before her brain registered one small fact that made her giggle after she had shut the door. Dominic Jones had been wearing teddy bear print boxers.

Date:	2005-03-03 19:06
Subject:	Poetry: Alone And Forgotten
Security:	Public
Mood:	content
Music:	Papa Roach - Scars

AN: My apologies for not updating for so long. I have new poetry, but not with me. I'll post old stuff for now. Enjoy.

Alone and Forgotten

I’ve reacquired old habits
Grown accustomed to them, you might say
Just hole myself up with a good book
No human contact of which to speak of
I’ve been informally introduced
To the words of Stephen King
They keep me up at night
Scare me to death and entertain me
All in one go
Have you forgotten me yet boy?
I’m quite easily forgotten
In my books, my private sanctuary
I sometimes even forget myself
So boy, am I forgotten?
My existence erased from your memory?
Well, that’s how you treat me
I’ll just go back to my books now
Alone and easily forgotten

Date:	2004-07-26 12:00
Subject:	Trigun Fanfiction: Gone So Long, part 3
Security:	Public
Mood:	happy
Music:	Goo Goo Dolls Iris

AN: Yes, yes, I finally got around to updating the fic. I admit, it's not up on FF.N yet, but that's because I'm not sure if it's good enough yet. Tell me what you think, please?

Date:	2004-06-20 16:16
Subject:	Poetry: Shoulder
Security:	Public
Mood:	sad

AN: My newest poem, published here first. Enjoy. ^_^ Sort of, at least...

Shoulder

I have no shoulder to cry on,
Which tends to make the tears hurt worse
And since I have no shoulder to cry on,
The tears are forced into a tissue
Or an unconsoling sleave, my own
Because I have no shoulder to cry on,
I'm left alone with my tears
For only the darkness and emptiness
To hear and respond, with silence
I'm left without a friend to hear me out
Without someone to help ease the pain
Because without that shoulder to cry on,
I am alone with my misery
Feel it burning away in my chest
Like it's about to explode forth
So without that shoulder to cry on,
I'm dying slowly from the inside out

Date:	2004-05-24 02:08
Subject:	Poetry: Inspiration
Security:	Public
Mood:	exhausted
Music:	Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit

AN: Ahh, an incredibly apropriate poem, considering what I just wrote in my author's note for the poem before this. Hehehe.

Date:	2004-05-24 02:05
Subject:	Poetry: Amnesia
Security:	Public
Mood:	drained
Music:	Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit

AN: Have decided (since writer's block just completely kicked my ass), to upload an old poem or fanfiction bit every few days for a little while. My apologies for giving you nuked writing leftovers, but you know how inspiration goes.

Date:	2004-05-18 02:17
Subject:	Trigun Fanfiction: Gone So Long part 2
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired

AN: And, in the theme of my last post, here's chapter two. Three shall be up soon, as soon as I'm done fine-tuning it.

Date:	2004-05-18 02:10
Subject:	Trigun Fanfiction: Gone So Long part 1
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired

AN: Seeing as how writer's block just kicked in, and I haven't been working on either of my original fictions, I'll just start reposting a few things here and there. I figured start with the first chapter of something I've almost finished chapter three of. Enjoy.

Date:	2004-05-17 03:36
Subject:	Poetry: Underneath The Surface
Security:	Public
Mood:	nostalgic

AN: In honor of this being my first entry, I'm going to post my first published poem.