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SSA- Important Meetings Part 1
Sailor Soldiers of America-Important Meetings
Who doesn't know about the Sailor Senshii, pretty guardians of the world? They prevented life as we know it from being destroyed and brought peace to the Earth and the Moon. These, of course, were the Sailors that lived in Japan. Only those who were directly affected by them would know of the countless other Senshii that lived in each and every country. Their methods were different than those of Sailor Moon and her friends, and they didn't save Earth and its moon from annihilation. Still, they were the most valuable crime-fighting team to ever live, and they constantly put their lives on the line. This is the story of the Sailors of America and how they saved their country, as well as their own individual futures.
April, otherwise known as Sailor Plasma, was the leader of the S.S.A. Unlike the ot
A Preview of Destiny
A Preview of Destiny
Everyone has heard of the Southern Raiders. They are the ones who killed Kya, Kataras mother. Fewer have heard of the Northern Raiders. They are the ones that almost killed Prince Zuko.
Our story begins early in the Avatars journey, after his narrow escape at Kyoshi Island. While Aang and his friends were flying high, lifting their spirits with them, the Fire Nation prince and his entourage were drying their soaked clothes. His hair still dripping, Iroh went to see about his nephew.
Prince Zuko, he called, knocking on the locked door. I know that you are upset. I know how important capturing the Avatar is to you. But at least you fought a good battle, and left with your life and your dignity!
Dignity? Is this what you call DIGNIFIED?!
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
Twilight ThiefTwilight thief
Sneaks through shadows
Bearing no mask
Gloom hides her scarred face
Creeps to a sacred place
Upon the palace she swoops:
A barren desert of a thousand eyes;
A heart of stone knows no regret;
The glow of treasure fills her face
As wispy soldiers sink to darkness.
Sound the alarm!
There is the king!
Hear the jaybird rejoice and sing!
He blinds the thief
With a blink of his eye;
She falls past recognition
With nary a cry.
Light celebrates the victory.
She will never stop,
Always seek to reign.
The cycle always continues
But the kingdom is his again.
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