Shimmering eyes.....
Glowing hair.....
Wistful lips.....
At my finger tips.....
Her moves hypnotic.....
Her beauty exotic.....
Her laughter intoxicating.....
To capture her disasterous.....
For beauty deserves not cage and chain.....
But to go with her.....
Into the open.....
Under the seductive night sky.....
Is to be with her.....
Forever loyal.....
To the wild beauty at my side.....
Two combatants stand across the field
Neither willing to run or yield
Eyes squint.
Deadly hint.
Now begins the dance.
Down swing, side step
Spin, slash
Parry, block
Kick, roll
Dive, stab
Head butt, slam
Club, cut
They break apart
Quick beats the heart
Both injured
Slightly hindered
Yet it does not stop
Punch, grab
Throw, bite
Scratch, slice
Choke, break
Scream, claw
The battle rages on.
The world seems to drop.
Sanity gone.
Each battling for the top.
A menacing bark a harsh growl.
Time stops completely, a turn of a head,
meat on their breath, unending avarice.
Only one things left, until their dead,
everything
[A road outside Phoenix Arizona two cars sit at a stop sign. The driver on the right side sits in an expensive convertible with glistening red paint. The driver on the left sits in a slightly run down Ford. With him are two of his friends Jessica and Kyle. Ahead of the cars the road stretches out showing many twists and turns.]
Kyle: You sure about this man? It looks like he could take you out.
Mike: [Gives and exasperated sigh.] I already told you I can do it just calm down.
Kyle: [Gestures widely at the convertible.] But dude look at what he's driving you don't even know what he put into that thing!
Mike: If you cannot be quiet. [Unlock
Glowing white
Fading light
Frigid winds
Tugging fences
Moving branches
No life
Misty white
Heralds night
Stars alight
Visible steam
Curling hands
Swept away
Frigid winds
Piercing cold
None near
Calming silence
Peaceful rest
Frozen paradise
My little hill
My secret cove
My icescape
High noon
Beside the saloon
Clinking Boots
Dead roots
Empty street
Combatants meet
Sun glares
Deadly stares
Guns ready
Hands steady
Crow calls
Each hand falls
Guns raise
Fires blaze
Wounded cries
A man's demise
At high noon
Beside the saloon
[Robert is at a party late one Saturday night and there is a liberal amount of alcohol being served around to all the patrons the party. Robert whishes to have some but he knows that he has no designated driver. Robert is left with a decision to make and within his thoughts three distinct personalities take form. Lights go up on Self-Preservation. A small and scrawny man dressed very oddly. Upon his head is a football helmet with a mouth guard firmly placed between his lips. On his body was a set of shoulder pads on top of a Kevlar vest with elbow pads fitted snugly on his arms and oven mitts on his hands. His pants were tucked into his steel
Armor of the toughest cardboard.
Determanation to take on the unkown.
Rough wooden katana in hand.
I opened the door.
The back yard awaited me.
A jungle of fragrent flowers.
Sun low in the sky.
Hunting the enemy.
At the base of a rose bush.
I attacked.
Destroying the ant spies.
With honor I fought.
Hoarding masses.
Never ending.
Futility realized.
I retreated.
I waited and they calmed retreating to their base.
Again I attacked untill retreat was necessary.
Tiring I looked to the heavens above.
Stars in the sky.
Mother called me.
Dinner was ready.
Hunger then gripped me.
Making me take my final withdrawl.
I bowed to my
Flashing lights,
Rumbling noise,
Falling moisture-
Blanketing my skin.
Flowing life
Surrounding me,
Covering the land around.
Violent sky:
Lively,
Giving,
Chaotic,
Serene,
A mystery unto itself.
I wonder,
High above me-
Is it life?
Kindergarden Stuntman by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
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Kindergarden Stuntman
In kindergarten it was hard for anyone to receive any recognition unless they had an older and popular sibling. This problem was reduced by the station of recess stunt man. A recess stunt man would put on an amazing spectacle once every week. Normally these specticals were broken up by the likes of teachers and principals alike. Punishment for these acts usually resulted in being sent to ISS and if the stunt was severe enough OSS.
The last stunt was pulled by a friend of mine and for this he was sent to ISS for a week. His stunt was climbing the solid brick wall of the school to the roof. Once he reached the top of the building he bega
The everlasting fight;
A clash through the night.
Explosions hail like thunder;
Men torn asunder.
Blood spills like rain-
The sky weeps with pain.
Visions in smoke;
A warrior loses his cloak.
Steel loudly rings,
A gore bird merrily sings
Time goes by like sand
All across the land.
Still peace is smuggled
Past those who struggled.
A beacon of everlasting light,
Piercing through the night.
What Every Swordsman Feels. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
What Every Swordsman Feels.
Peace.
As the sun rises so dose he ready to face whatever may come his way.
Relaxed.
In the morning he meditates to clear his mind of the night before relaxing his mind. body, and spirit.
Helpful.
He then dose the chores and trainning set before him with the most friendly of spirits helping where he can.
Duty.
When he is called to serve his lord he dons his armour and sword saying goodbye to his family and friends so he can go do his duty.
Anticipation.
When he arrives at his lord's land he tries to anticipate what he was called to do.
Shock.
As he listens to his lord speak he is shocked to learn that many defensless farms were des
She's Right there. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
She's Right there.
We talk in the morning we laugh and we joke.
But one by one the restraints they broke.
She has no idea what she has done.
And it seems she dosen't have a clue not even a little one.
She stole my heart out of all the treasures I hoard.
And now my mind is in an abysmal discord.
Now I want her but I do not know how to approach her.
I want to ask her how she feel not act like a stalker.
Before I had no problem talking to her without feeling dispair.
But now I find myself shy to ask her for her heart when she is sitting right there.
The neverending cycle. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
The neverending cycle.
Life.
Babies cry.
Toddlers laugh.
Children play.
Teenager fantasize.
Young adults love.
Mature adults mate.
Parents work.
Grand parents spoil children.
Great grand parents pass on.
All the while life gose on.
Everyone has their element. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
Everyone has their element.
Fire: With tempers that can scorch the sky they walk about searching for their objective they need to accomplish. They are also known to be stubborn unless someone puts them out. They are very protective of those close to them and therefore when provoked very destructive. Also they are known to love with a burning passion that more often than not consumes them.
Water: Noted for their grace and adaptability they are calm and fierce like a river that forever flows. They make the most of every situation always on the move. Above all else they are also known as mediators able to tame or get along with almost all of the other elements.
Earth: So
The oral tradition. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
The oral tradition.
Ladies and gentlemen. Hobos and tramps. Cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants. I come before you to stand behind you and tell you a story I know nothing about. One bright day in the middle of the night. Two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced eachother. Drew thier swords and shot eachother. A deaf police man heard the noise. And came to arrest the two dead boys. If you don't belive this lie is true. Ask the blind man he saw it too.
A Bounty Hunters Code. by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
A Bounty Hunters Code.
I have chosen to become an extension of the law.
I choose my marks carefully.
I am fearless in the face of danger.
I shall respect my fellow hunters unless they encroach on my bounty.
I shall not harm police officials.
I shall be subtle and discrete in all of my actions.
I shall do my best to keep the public safe.
I shall do my best to not destroy public property.
I shall keep use of violence minimal.
I will try not to kill my bounty.
I will use force to question people.
I will not kill those I question.
I will not use any other transportation then what I myself own.
I will only break the law if it is necessary to acquire my boun
I think about it...
Every now and then...
That which fills me with desier...
Feelings that set me on fire...
Making me think of sin...
I want more...
I cannot get enough...
Reveal all instantly or tease me bit by bit...
Torture me untill I can't stand it...
Lead me on...
You know you have me...
Trapped by a spell you cast within...
It is addicting...
I cannot have enough...
I want it all...
So please...
Show me some skin...
The tattered remains by The-he-she-Ranma, literature
Literature
The tattered remains
I bleed like anyone else...
I fought as hard as I could...
And why...
I don't know anymore...
Perhaps it was revenge...
Perhaps it was punishment for all they took from me...
Her laughter...
Her eyes...
Her love...
Her presence that used to give me light...
All is gone now...
I destroyed them...
For what they took from me...
A moment of bliss...
As I finished them off...
Now I have nothing...
I'm all alone...
Forever in the dark...
My life...
My love...
My humanity...
They now all lay before me...
And I am left to gather...
These tattered remains...
That once made up my soul...
Breath in...
Breath out...
Open your mouth...
Can you taste it...
Its on the air...
It speaks of seduction...
It speaks of destruction...
There is nothing like it...
It draws me near...
Fogging my mind...
Stirring my body...
Bringing me to you...
Mindless...
I am yours...
You have captured me...
Can't you see...
Your scent...
It is intoxicating to me...
The contact is electric...
Nerves are on edge...
Feelings run rampant...
Inside of my head...
You touch me lightly...
I cannot think...
There is only you...
And your hand upon me...
I place my hand upon you...
I can feel you lightly shiver...
I draw you close...
While my body simmers...
I want to feel you...
My restraint is thinning...
I want to hold you...
My patience kills me...
As I look into your eyes...
My sanity slips...
As you release a sigh...
I cannot stop myself...
As I give you this kiss...
My body alive...
With this torture and bliss...
I want to move...
I want to feel more...
My feelings I cannot ignore..
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rini-sama
Favourite Movies
AppleSeed
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park- rock in general then a little bit of the rest you know.
Favourite Writers
Terry Goodkind (the sword of truth series)
Favourite Games
The Assassins Creed series.
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Xbox 360.
Tools of the Trade
Swords.
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