The pen that flows in liquid words
Makes the most of heroes and of men.
The words fly out of it as birds,
Flying freely into the sun.

Poetry is the pen's song,
To sing and chant in mystic ways.
To sing without ever being wrong,
In expression without stays.

Anyone in any place can write:
A poem, a memopir, or a story
Something to express literary might,
anything within their allegory.

Not many can see that inside
Violence and inside swear words
Lies these self expressions that
Attack, tehn fly like winter birds.*

*note: this was an inane creative writing assigntment. Our teacher read us Frodo's poem about Gandalf from The Fellowship of the Ring and told us to write something about writing in that style. The last thing was focused at eminem because I just happened to be listening to his song Stan while writing this and I was in an "eminem isn't really a bad guy" kinda mood.

Abbey Viam worked at 7-11, a small 7-11 near Times Square in New York City. Abbey was 27, not entirely perfect, with brown hair and an obsession with The Beatles.Small, pink tinted John Lennon style sunglasses hid a pair of blue eyes that were drooping slightly from the acid trip an hour before as a shorter, black haired girl walked in.

"Hey, Abbey." the girl smiled. "What's up?"

"Nothing really...the sky..I guess."Abbey replied. "What's up with you, Nadia?"

"Not much." Nadia shrugged. "Michael's failing Medival Poetry 105, again."

"Well, that's something." Abbey murmured, drifting off on another trip as she popped the white pill of |_$|] into her mouth

The room was spinning with prety colors and flashy lights. The celeing was covered with spiders and the colors were talking. They whispered things in diferent voices: high pitched cheery voices from stuff like yellow and orange; deep, deadly voices from red and black; prepubrescent girlish voices from pink and chrome; white and dark blue were relaxing and calm. But one color, light blue, spoke like John Lennon. It was different, a tad rebellious and intellectual. It was beautiful and flowing, peaceful, happy, yet, slightly depressing.

"Hey, Abbey." light blue whispered

"DIE, CRACKHEAD!" red shouted

"Calm down, red." White whispered

"The b***|-| must die." Black hissed, slowly, deadly, venomously, with a certain hunger that mingled in it's voice. "She must die slowly and painfully."

"This is screwed up, like totally." Pink shrugged as orange agreed

"Abbey! Abbey!" someone or something called; Abbey thought it was light blue.

"ABBEY!"Nadia shouted, snapping Abbey back to reality. "Your shift's over, Abbey."

"Thanks." Abbey replied as her eyes slid in and out of focus.

The drums were beating steadily, a bad sign for sure. Kouhei* and Usagi* were hanging out in the bonsai gardens when it happened. Both of them were around 17, the princesses of their empire. Hanging out was their specialty and that's just what they were doing. Kouhei was about to pour out some tea when Seiya of the palace gaurd came running towards them,.

"Princesses," he gasped, 'pardon my intrusion but someone has died."

"Who died?" Kouhei asked

"I don't know." He answered. "Somebody got run over by a boat while they were fishing."

"Who ran him over?" Usagi asked

"your father did." Seiya replied as he walked them down to their carriage. "Your father's boat got sunk too."

"well, we better go clean them up." Said Kouhei. "I think that we need to worry about daddy, Usagi, not this peasant."

So they went to clean up their father who was supposedly having a little trouble with the IRS and the CIA.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Usagi shouted at her father. "I ought to box your ears, for that peasant had a pet bunny named Hunny Bunny or Jackie by Crackie!"

"Oh shut up." Kouhei hissed

"Yes sir..ma'am...princess...sister..-" Usagi stammered

"Just shut up." Kouhei ordered

There was a great sin committed on the land, but then again you can't expect a king to drive well. So they lived happily ever after for a while. Until the PABRO (peasants against boat running-over) revolted against the king. But they didn't succeed because teh RAPABRO (royalty against peasants against boat running-over) revolted against them. All this fighting and war got on the SHAW's (sixties hippies against war) nerve. But all was well because SHAW is strange. SHAW solved the problems and everyone lived happily ever after.**

*Note:Yes those are the names of Sailor Moon and Sailor sunshine (my fanfic charachter). We were doing pass around stories in Creative Writing and I was at a loss of ideas for names.

**Second Note: Sorry for the lack of quality in this story. It is the product of me, Harper, JP, Emily, and Julie; we are all sorta crazy so you can guess how it would've turned out if I'd've told you this. I started it, then Harper, then JP, then Seth, then Julie, and finally Emily.

Alison: You failed Chemistry again for causing too many explosions, Dad's so going to kill you.

Kathryn: Chill, chill. I do all the homework, I ace all the tests-

Alison (interrupting): That's moot point! Dad may know that you ace all the paperwork but when it comes to mixing chemicals you're clueless!

Kathryn: You should've been there yesterday. I didn't make anything explode but my thingy fumed and half the class got stoned.

Alison: KATHRYN!

Kathryn: It was funny.

Alison: That's because you sniff incense sticks when you're bored. At least you're passing everything else.

Notes: This is an excerpt from my play in progress, Raven's Games. Kathryn is a spaced out hippie and Alison, her twin, is a cruel realist. This is from the first scene. The whole idea of Raven's Games is that the main charachter, Alex, cannot be his father. Eventually his father, feeling depressed and let down, commits suicide and Alex is devestaed. That's how it ends, in tears. The underlying metaphor is that parents can't pressure their kids too much or else there will be disaster in some way.

Scott

I will not be conventionally good, or conventionally evil.
I won't take over the family buisiness.
I like animals, don't you see that?
Who is my real mom?Sometimes I wish that I was never artificially created in a lab.
Don't push me, I'm not you.
Why don't you ever kill him when you get the chance? You could travel back in time and kill him, but no, you have to get his Mojo.
Keep your stupid Mini you away from me, it put roadkill in my sheets and it'll kill me the first chance it gets.
I won't be an evil vet, or work in an evil petting zoo.
You're putting them in a jail cell with one inept gaurd? You do this everytime!
You do know that they're going to get away, right?
You always do things I don't like.
I don't care if I'm quasi-evil, semi-evil, the margirine of evil, the Diet Coke of evil, those are no reasons to run out on me!
You know what, you sssshhhh and listen to me for once.
Screw it, just leave me alone.
And, for the record, a trillion is more than a billion, numb knuts.

Notes: If you haven't guessed already this poem is about Scott Evil, the quasi-antagonist from the Austin Powers movies. Scott is the son of Dr. Evil, Autsin Powers' nemesis, and is "not quite evil enough". I wrote this when I was watching Austin Powers II: The Spy Who Shagged Me and felt sorry for my favorite charachter, Scott (well, favorite other than Mini Me. Mini me is sweet.)

Iki

I'll dance just for you.
Wiggle my hips and shake my booty in all their pride and glory,
But not until you have another beer.
Or two.
Or three.
Just for you, but get incredibly drunk first.
Why, you ask, must you be drunk first? It is for buisiness?
Well, yeah it is for buisiness but you'll like me more if you're drunk.
But if I'm not here after you've had 4-7 beers, I'm saving the world.
What about your world?
If I don't save "the world", then "your world" will collapse.
So go off and get drunk, then I'll dance for you.

Note: This was written for Ikikaze Tokugenmu, aka Sailor Wind, in Alternate Senshi RPG. Her parents own a bar and she promises to dance to attract buisiness. I don't like this poem, it sux. Anyways, Iki belongs to Assistant GM Gracie.

I swear it! I saw a Mysterious Hooded Figure on the highway the other day. Apparently his name was Mysterious Hooded Figure; it said so on the name tag he wore on his green hooded sweater. His jeans were faded and a lense was missing from his glasses, but it meant nothing. His corpse was lying in such a way that I knew that he was thrown from one of those big yellow school busses when his fellow passangers found out that he was an illegal immigrant or the like.

I pulled my Hundai Sonata over on the side of the road to examine the body. Mysterious Hooded Figure was male, his figure said such, and around twelve years old. He was dead without a mark on his young body. I pulled back his hood to reveal a freckled, rosy cheeked, brown haired boy with My name is Paul! written on his forehead in black ink.

Obviously, I was the only one who cared, he'd been dead for about two days. Noone cared to bury him, or at the least throw his body in the river or cremate it ceremoniously. Or at the very least make it so that wolves wouldn't eat him. I would've, but it was Monday and I was late for work.

Notes: I wrote this in Creative Writing when I was a litle torked at my friend Paul. His alter ego is Mysterious Hooded Figure. I do not really own a Hundai Sonata.

Enter Romeo, or maybe tybalt. No, enter mark Antony with the corpse of Banquo draped on his right arm. Enter Botom, played by Eddie Murphy, chatting with Mike Myweres, as Titania, in a dress.

Enter Juliet in an ancient tail coat, flanked by Mercutio, the red chardonnay on her lips, the blood of Tybalt on the blade she got from Romeo. Please note that Mercutio should be played by Eminem in drag and Juliet is Alannis Morisette.

Even John Lennon will rise from the dead to accept his role as Dogberry while Sir McCartney works the lights. And Jimi Hendrix will be our Lysander, liberator of our souls. Also there are inserted lines in Act III, Scene I of Macbeth made especially for a scrawny boy with taped glasses.

Tybalt can be played by Britney Spears and Paul is Romeo and he'll really kill the little slut. While Harper can be Juliet, in true medival fashion, for the pure, mad prankster idea of torturing him. Then I'm thinking Justin Timberlake as Mercutio so Britney can kill him and make out with the corpse while Paul impales her. Then Lia can be Escalus 'cuz she likes being pissy.

I'm taking Shakespeare downtown to a different world, my world. Where dragons walk inconspiciously amongst humans, who just lack the percipacity to see the dragons. And dragons are only feared by centaurs but hated by everyone else. On second thought, Romeo's a dragon and Juliet's a fae. Or vice versa.

Enter Cleopatra, kissing the seductive Montague, Benvolio. Note that Benvolio can be anyon but Cleopatra needs to be Elizabeth Hurley and, as an afterthought, Benvolio can't be Mike Myers 'cuz he's forever cast as Titania. Even when he's died he will always be Titania.

*Note: This was not written to offend any mentioned celebrities or their fans. Aside from Britney Spears, all these celebrities rock. This was also not written to offend Shakespeare. And the Paul and Harper are my real life friends.

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They appear in everyone's life, but why the hell are they so darn obvious.

A Poem Made From Random Song, Poem, or Play snipets

Finally someone let me outta my cage because you're so smooth.
But in the end it doesn't even matter becasue we're all gonna die anyways.
Tommorrow, and tommorrow, and tommorrw I don't know whay you care if it's only a day away.
Everybody needs a true romance so here's a story from A-Z.

Alchohol your songs resolve like the thousand words that I could say to make you come home.
Candle light and soul forever, a dream of you really loving me.
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I asked them to meet me at the corner of WALK-DON'T WALK around lunch time.
Hasta mañana- I'll be your strength, I'll lead you home,

But if you caused this disater, it makes me ill, Stan. Why are you so mad?
Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly.
They go to my car, where I will take all the little bits and jump on them.
And I will carry on jumping on them until I get blisters or I can think of anything even more unpleasant to do.

Inanity, what the hell's that?!
This must be Thursday, I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
A towel is about the most massivley useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.
You can wrap it around you're head to ward off the noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of a Klingon.

I drive myself crazy thinking about lovely Rita, meter maid.
And the Raven never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, on a square spider.
Llamas bite off kneecaps and bad things happen to penguins who drink lighter fluid.
Sailing takes me away and that ain't no lie, Baby, bye bye bye.

Disclamer:
Line one is credited to the Gorillaz and Carlos Santana.
Line two is credtied to Linkin Park and me.
Line three is credtied to William Shakespeare, *NSYNC, and whoever wrote "Annie"
Line four is credited to *NSYNC and the Spice Girls.
Line five is credited to the Barenaked Ladies and *NSYNC
Line Six is credited to the Spice Girls and *NSYNC
Line Seven is credited to Dido and Jane Wagner's The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe
Line Eight is credited to The Spice Girls and *NSYNC
Line Nine is credtied to BNL, *NSYNC, and Eminem
Line ten is credited to Nirvana
Line 11 is credited to Nirvana, BNL, and Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Line 12 is credited to Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Line 13 is credited to me Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Line 14 is credited to Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Line 15 is credited to Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Line 16 is credited to Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Star Trek
Line 17 is credited to *NSYNC and the Beatles
Line 18 is credited to Edger Allen Poe's The Raven and S.E. Hinton's That Was Then, This Is Now
Line 19 is credited to my friend Paul Talopz
Line 20 is credited to *NSYNC

A Poem Made From Song, Play, and other Poem Clipets

Finally someone let me out of my cage because you're so smooth.
But in the end it doesn't even matter because we're all gonna die anyways.
Tommorrow, and tommorrow, and tommorrow, I don't know why you care if it's only a day away.
Everybody needs a true romance so here's a story from A-Z.
I drive myself crazy thinking about lovely Rita, meter maid.
Alchol, your songs resolve like the thousand words that I could say to make you come home.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I asked them to meet me at the corner of Walk-Don't Walk around lunchtime.
Sailing takes me away and that ain't no lie baby, bye bye bye!

I'm drawing down:Morgan Le Fay for magical prowess.


I'm drawing down:Hecate for lunar power


I'm drawing down:Apollo to give strength to my pen


I'm drawing down:Aphrodite to me in love enpower

i'm.searchingfor.Lancelot


i'm.searchingfor.Conaire.Mor


i'm.searchingfor.Odin


i'm.searchingfor.my.own.Mamoru


i'm.searchingfor.my.shadowself


i'm.searching.for.a.way.to.end.my.unrequited.love


i'm.searching.for.my.own.Demetrius


i'm.searching.for.lovers.who.love


i'm.searching.for.friends.forever


i'm.searching.for.peace


i'm.searching.for.love


i'm.searching.for.all.to.be.right

bubblegumgoddess (][) Lady Kihaku
demands peace

bubblegumgoddess (][) Lady Kihaku
demands love

bubblegumgoddess (][) Lady Kihaku
demands all to be right, for lovers to keep on loving, for friends to always be friends, and for peace to be achieved peacefully.

~~In Memory of September 11th, 2001

nani? -Soulmates From Oceans Apart Finally Finding Each other


i believe that everyone has a soulmate.

i believe in the power of the love between me and my friends.

i believe that even dark power comes from light.

i scribble*~::~* to put my soul in writing

I am an Enchanting Siren


I am the angel in the ranks of angels.
Angels:~:Skaldic Poetry

Psyche was defidently the brains of the Rika, Shuran, and Psyche trio. Psyche was the straight A student, Shuran was the comedian, and Rika was the dreamer. Courtesy of Rika and Aisu's father, Chichioya, the girls got to the airport alright. They found Psyche at terminal A-11; her looks hadn't changed at all.

She doesn't look any different. Rika thought. But she's probably read a few more books over the summer.

Psyche spotted Rika and Suhran and quickly ran over.

"Hey, Ika! Hey, Shu!" she yelled.

"Hey, Psyche." said Shuran, adjusting her glasses.

Psyche, Shuran, and Rika were probably the closest friends in the Academy; they'd been through it all. Their looks were different but they thought the same. Psyche had very fair skin, silver-blond hair that went to just below her shoulders, and pale azure eyes that were kept beneath glasses with lavender tinted lenses. Shuran had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes beneath a pair of gold wire rim glasses. Rika, the only one who didn't have glasses, had long black hair drawn into a wavy ponytail and big, emerald eyes that she ahd inherited from her mother.

Psyche, Shuran, Rika, Aisu, and Chichioya went back to the car and drove with chatters to the Academy.

"Alright, girls," said Chichioya."This where you go on. Naoko and I will come get you for the winter holidays." he drove off.

"Rika-senpai, Shuran-senpai, Psyche-senpai, could you three shgow me to the fourth grade dorms?" Aisu asked quietly.

"Sure, Aisu!" Psyche piped. "It's on our way anyways."

The four girls walked up to the dorm building, with a little difficulty because a horde of kindergarten kids were either being clumsy or holding on to their mother's knees. Finally, the girls reached the elevator.

"Alright floor four is our first stop." said Rika. "What's your dorm number anyways, Aisu?"

"416," said Aisu. "I'm sharing with Ashley Enmorley and Kaitlyn Kasmira."

"Kaitlyn Kasmira, huh?" said Shuran. "You wouldn't 'happen to mean Hermione Kasmira's younger sister, would you?"

"Yeah, I think so." Aisu said.

Shuran, Rika, and Psyche looked at each other at the thought of Hermione. Not that she wasn't alright, it was just that her and her friend Julie Shettler hero worshiped them. The elevator dinged and the girls got off.

"Who are we sharing our dorm with, Ika?" asked Psyche.

"Well there's us three, Hermione, Julie, and oh dammit!" Rika read off of her sheet of paper.

"What are you 'oh dammit'-ing about, Ika?" asked Shuran.

"Sumizome Kisai, Maria Caliente, and Tenshi Ashi." said Rika. "They're in the connecting dorm with oh god, poor Aislinn and Alistair."

Sumizome and Rika had been rivals scince their first day at the Academy. Sumizome came from Tokyao, Maria came from Cancùn, Mexico, and Tenshi came from Osaka. All three of them were scheming little devils. Finally, Rika, Shuran, Psyche, and Aisu reached dorm 416. Aisu was greeted by Kaitlyn and Ashley. Shuran, Rika, and Psyche said their good byes and left.

"Can you belive our luck?!" Shuran yelled on the elevator. "We, of all the trios of friends had to have the connecting dorm to Sumizome Kisai!"

The elevator dinged again and the girls got off.

"Our dorms number is 918." Rika read. "Oh hey, girls, guess who's right across the hjall from us!"

"Who, Ika?" asked Psyche.

"Matsutsu Sharono." said Rika dreamily.

"What, oh you mean your boyfriend." Shuran giggled.

"SHU! He's not my boyfriend!"

"And I'm the Easter Bunny."

"Okay, where's my candy egg?"

"Hush, you two, alright?" Psyche interjected. "We're here."

On the other side of the door with the brass number 918 on it's front Julie and Hermione were overjoyed.

"They're here, Jules!" Hermione whispered with glee.

"Oh yay!" Julie whispered back.

When Rika, Shuran, and Psyche opened the door they were greeted by hugs from Hermione and Julie.

"Hi, Ika!" said Julie. " So good to see you again, Shu! And oh hello, Psyche!"

Hermione did the same thing.

It was 5:59 am and in a small suburb of Kobe, Japan there was a complete, total, unearthly scilence. All the clocks, synchronized to the second, turned to six am. One buzzed very, very loudly. The girl in the house where the alarm clock had buzzed woke with a start. She crossed her room, decked in bright aqua blue, to push the button and make the clock shut up.

"I hate mornings," she muttered. Then she rounded on her younger sister's bed, there was no one there. She rounded on her best friend's (her best friend was an orphan who lived with her) bed, no one was there. She turned to the dark window and saw the two girls sitting there.

"Okay, Shuran. Okay, Aisu." the girl said. "Which one of you set my alarm clock to go off two hours early?"

Shuran, the best friend, giggled and her glasse fell off.

"Sorry, Rika." Shuran apologized. "But it's the first day off school, of high school."

"Yeah, Rika!" Aisu said in her sing song voice. "You two are in ninth grade and I'm finally in fourth!"

"Yeah," said Rika sarcastically, "whoopee."

Shuran and Aisu were already in their uniforms. Shuran's was exactly like Rika's; a black knee-skirt, a white shirt with a black triangular collar, poufy sleeves, and a black tie of sorts. Aisu's was the elementary school uniform, the shirt was exactly like Rika's and Shuran's but the skirt went down to Aisu's ankles.

"C'mon, Ika!" said Aisu. "We have a long drive to school."

Rika agreed and got into her uniform. The school all three girls attended was the Sigmund Freud International Boarding Academy for the Gifted and Talented. A real mouthful so the girls (and everyone else) called it Frued Academy. The Academy had a campus like a college and held kids from Pre-Kindergarten- 12th grade. The Academy was only about half an hour from Rika's home but they had to go to the airport and pick up Rika and Shuran's other freind, a French girl named Psyche Delasoir.

It all happened so quickly. First mom was in a car accident, then Griff died, then Angel got married amisdt all the confusion, then Tuck, that sweet little kid, ran away, and then finally me and Derek started going steady. Mom lived, but just barely. Her mental stability was really fragile and that car accident made her snap. Now me and Savanna didn't, and still don't, have any parental gaurdian, which really sucks. I mean, I was only seventeen and Savanna was only fifteen.

Griff was shot by the insane school yard bully, Erryl. Erryl was a big burly guy, a transfer student from London, England. I often questioned his mental stability. I was there when Griff was shot. There was a huge brawl and if you sized them up you'd think that Erryl would have to massacre Griff without a hitch. On the one hand Erryl is this huge guy, six feet tall even, plays line backer, and can bench press about 250 pounds. On the other hand, Griff was short, 5' 4", and skinny. But belive me, he was strong as an ox. Eventually Griff made some comment about Erryl's mama and Erryl shot Griff.

"Your mama's so old, Erryl, that she sat behind Moses in the third grade." Griff said in his mocky voice.

What an original bon mot. I thought sarcastically.

The next thing I knew there was a gunshot, Griff hit the ground, and Erryl beat feet out of site. I picked Griff up and called 911 on my cell phone. They didn't get to us in time. Griff's life had been cut short at eighteen. HE WAS ONLY EIGHTEEN! He had his future all planned, too.

"One day," he used to say to me and my best friend, Rika. "One day I'm gonna move to L.A and play basketball for the Lakers."

Griff didn't want to go to college, he just wanted to play basketball. He played gaurd on the varsity boys team, same position as me, except I play girl's varsity.

"Marisa," Griff whispered just before he died. "Marisa, could you do just one favor for me. I know I'm dying so could you just do this for me?"

"Anything." I told him.

"Give this to Cassidy," He reached into his jacket and pulled out a white envelope with Cassidy's name on it. Then Griff died.

I eventually gave the letter to Cassidy who was already devestated. But she was, afterall Griff's girl. It turned out to be a letter saying stuff like "I'll love you always," and "I want to marry you sometime". Cassidy just cried and cried.

After awile Tuck, to whom Griff was somewhat of a mentor, ran away because of his parents. Nothing against them, the Morelys were great people, but they never knew how sensitive Tuck was. Tuck had just turned thirteen, he was really sensitive and insecure because of his brain. Brilliant mind, absolutly brillaint, but he lacked commoin sense. Tuck was also your typical hippie. The 1970's were over and even though he hadn't seen them, Tuck acted as if he was a real hippie.

Angel got married to some playboy slob amisdt everything that happened. I mean, Roan cheated on her with guirls in strip joints, Roan read playboy, and he always requested that his packages be delivered on Saturday by gorgeus girls that wouldn't have looked out of place at Soul Train or Hooters. Not that i cared, I despised Angel, but she made a bridesmaid anyway. I had to walk down the aisle in a hideous dress and, when we exunted, in a hideous dress with the class dork.

Also amistd the confusion, Derek asked me to go steady with him, which I was more than willing to do.

It's been a year scince all that happened. Angel and Roan are still together, Erryl's in prison for life (he already had a record-slitting throats, selling drugs, all that happy crap), I'm still with Derek, and Tuck was found. But he was not well, not well at all.

During his time as a runaway, Tuck seemed to have been changed. He was still a hippie, but physically he'd changed. When Derek and I found Tuck he was high or something. He seemed to have gotten a hold on drugs and that altered his brian and his body, which was already frail enough.

I always wonder now, if we had found Tuck earlier would it be different? In Griff hadn't of insulted Erryl's mama would he be living right now? Could Erryl've changed at all? Would Angel have found someone better? I really don't know but I do know that we can't fix things once they're done, we can't alter what we said or did. I wish we could, but I know better.

The wind blew quietly through the open door and open windows, chilling Aislinn to the bone.

This winter's been crazy. she thought. One day it's 30 below and the next your sweltering at 100 fahrenhiet.

A dark cloud appeared on the horizon. Aislinn poaked her head out the windo and saw a dark shadow devouring everything.

Oh god, this is it. she thought. But I can't die yet. I never told Megan about her bike, or Morgan about what really happened to her cat, or Johnny that I love him! Well, if I'm going to die, I'll yell it for all to hear.

"I love you, Johnny Maples! I love you!" she yelled. "Can you hear me Johnny?! It's Aislinn! I love you! I always wanted to marry you and boast to Marie. I LOVE YOU JOHNNY MAPLES!"

Then the shadow passed over Johnny's house. Aislinn heard Johnny's tenor voice screaming.

"It's the end! Aislinn Draconis, if you can hear me I LOVE YOU!" Johnny yelled. "I want you, I want you, Aislinn! I hope I see you later in the clouds! I hope that someday God sees it fit to remake the world and we're born again together! I want to be with you! I LOVE-" then he was cut short by the rush of silent, sweeping death

Death had swung it's evil, sobering sickle at Johnny. He died swiftly and quietly. His usual extroverted nature was stopped, his enthusiastic voice was silenced, and his beautiful wonderful life was cut short.

"How can fate be so fickle?" Aislinn screamed at the shadow. "Take me next! I want to be with Johnny! Take me to him!"

The next thing she heard was the rush of swift death running over her body, stopping her nerves, clogging her arteries, killing her in all ways possible. The next thing she felt was her body seizing up and then releasing in death. The last thing she saw was a flash of silver light. Eventually she met up with Johnny. Eventually she told him of her love, and he told her the same. Eventually all was right; the good were in a better life and the evil were in eternal suffering. But most of all, Aislinn and Johnny were together. No one was reborn, there was no need for it.

He is my ryuuzaki. My blooming dragon.
On lotus flower, on mountain peak, at the bottom of the ocean, he always waits for me to catch up.
My prince charming? Not exactly.
My brainiac? Not a chance.
My Ebenezer Scrooge? I should think not.
My John Lennon? Maybe.
My best friend? Nope, my best friend is a girl.
My Adam Sandler, Drew Carrey, or *insert name of your favorite comedian here*? Hell no.
My better half? No. You wouldn't understand, you're too young. Or maybe to old.
There is only one word for him, or maybe three: Ryuuzaki, Blooming Dragon.
Don't call him anything else; at leaat around me.
He's perfect, so keep your hands off of my precious ryuuzaki.

I'm not afraid of the dark anymore. I'm not afraid of monsters, ghosts, and vampires. I'm not afraid because I play my requiem in dark minor. Because the requiem is my soul singing out it's true nature.

Innocent soul, where did you go?
They now call my sadness beautiful.
I'm trapped inside this Love Rhombus, Love Sphere, this mellenial scandal
Dew drop sadness and puppy dog eyes
Without my innocent soul.
You loved me at the blue moon, but left the next day.
My thoughts of you are peaceful flame emails yet evily nice
Innocent soul, your love is terror.
You were the blooming lotus that opened my eyes. But you were the dragon that snapped them shut. No one knows what I said to you and you don't know my love for you. I'm beginning to think, you never did.