Some people who help others,

expect only in return the gratitude.

If they don't get that also,

he or she may get depressed,

They keep blaming destiny, if

continuously such things happen.

Most valuable gem is gratitude,

which everybody should be

aware of always in the world.

If human beings don't know

about this, one should see a dog.

Your words pass like wisps of smoke,

Barely visible,

But full of scents that cannot be ignored.

Tear ducts slip unintended tears

Onto unprepared cheeks

As your tender meaning comes into view

Just beyond your words.

A sadness smile emerges

And flitters for a moment

Before composure returns

And, as one, we shake our heads

In wonderment and awe

At the beauty of

Your Words.

*when the stars align- Future. Past. Present - collide inways unexpectated.

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There’s laughter crumpled in the lines of your shirts, tucked in the pocket above your heart. Every time your heart beats, you can feel it. A soft brightness that’s exploded in your pocket. Your heart beats. And something warm flowers open inside your ribs. There’s laughter trapped in the silent corners where colours can’t touch. Like bright, loud summer painted in black and white. Like fire-stars burning cold-blue but still lava-hot, blazing your skin alive. The laughter is stuck in time, squeezed flat in-between paper and crumbled in the corners of your pocket. It’s black and white. It’s not alive. It’s not moving. It’s dead. And yet. And yet. When you press your fingers softly on the pocket above your heart and you can feel your frantic heartbeat—thump thump thumpthump thump—you can feel a strong force engrained in each beat. A something that screams out. It resonates against your finger. It touches/ your finger through the thick material of your shirt and laughter ripples through your skin and bones. Like a whisper of a tornado of bright happiness.

It escapes in a burst of stars. And laughter rattles through your bones, heart and lungs and you are there again. Sixteen-years-old. Heart beating sharp & fast. Eyes wide-open. Your lungs halting at the sound of his laughter.

It escapes in a burst of stars. And laughter rattles through your bones, heart and lungs and you are there again. Sixteen-years-old. Struck still. Colour violently tearing out at every seam. And him: right in the center, eyes crinkled and mouth open in laughter. Your heart stops. Your world stops. And your lungs stumble-desparate-to devour in his laughter and lock it in that space between/ your ribs. In the end You swallow up his soul in a heartbeat into your hands, between your forefinger and thumb, between black&white and crumble it into your pocket.

Fifteen-years later, you can still feel the laughter of his soul rippling across your chest.

“The two that are next in line is Prince Mark and Princess Normamoon.” Father said.

Mark and I exchanged looks of surprise.

“Father, how can you? We aren’t ready yet.” Mark said as he lost his smile.

“You two are ready to take on this duty.” Father said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I left the throne area and ran out of the ball room. Mark followed me with a scowl toward father. Mark knew there was something up.

“Moony, are you alright?” Mark asked as we reached my bedroom door.

“I... I am fine. Please leave me be.” I said as I stayed facing my door.

“No Moony. I am not leaving you. You are my sister and I won’t abandon you for some silly crown.” Mark said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

I turned around and yelled, “Go away!!”

When I yelled, the magic shot out and hit Mark. The magic threw him back into his bedroom door. He screamed as it threw him and the door broke upon impact. I gasped and ran to him. He sat up and rubbed his hand against forehead. He looked at me and I saw that he had blood running down his face. I gasped and started crying.

“Don’t... don’t cry, Moony. I am okay. Really, I am fine.” Mark said as he stood up.

I turned away and ran down the stairs. Mark watched me run out the front doors and through the gates. I ran into the town. No one noticed me running through the town toward the edge of it. I stopped at the edge and looked back to see Mark running after me. I ran and ran until I could run no more through the woods. I had stopped at an Old Oak tree and sat down. I sobbed until I heard Mark and some guards yelling for me.

I heard him yell, “Moony!! Where are you? I forgive you!! Father is worried about you!!” before he left from beside the Oak tree I was behind. He left for the town.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I moved out from behind the tree and opened my mouth. No sound came out. I sat back down and started crying again. I slept there forteh night until the sun started to rise.

I stood up and stretched. I looked around and saw a bright light headed towards me. It got closer and I saw figure that looked like Mark holding the light. I smiled and ran toward him to give him a hug. I hugged him as he stood there confused.

“Umm, ma’am? Why are you hugging me?” He asked, still confused.

I looked up and saw it wasn’t Mark. I let go and and said, “I am so sorry, sir. I thought you were Mark.”

“Are you royalty?” He asked as he looked at my dress.

“Oh... Yes, sir. I am Princess Normamoon. I ran here because I hurt my brother, Prince Mark.” I said as I curtseyed.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Forgive me, your highness.” He said as he bowed down to me.

“It is alright, dear sir. What is your name?” I asked him with a smile.

He stood up and said, “Inuyasha, is the name, Princess.”

“I am really lost. Can you help me find my way back to my town and to my home?” I asked.

He nodded and took me by my arm. We walked to the edge of the woods where it met the edge of the town. He stopped, took a deep breath and put his hood up. Everyone watched us walk from the edge of the town to the center before we were stopped by the town’s Blacksmith.

“Sir, please move so I can get her home without any harry.” Inuyasha said as he kept his head down.

“Hehehehehe. I ain’t moving until you explain why you have the princess! The blacksmith snarled as he grabbed his spear.

Inuyasha sighed and let go of my arm. He grabbed his Katana, still sheathed, and dropped it onto the ground. He knelt down and put his hands behind his head. The blacksmith threw his spear, almost hitting Inuyasga’s head. It stuck in the ground in front of him.

“Get up and fight, you coward!“The blacksmith growled.

“Sir, I am sorry that I will not fight you. I am also not willing to hurt myself. I am only trying to help this young lady back home.” Inuyasha said as he kept his head down.

Inuyasha stood up, grabbed his Katana and put it upon his side. He grabbed my arm and we walked passed the stunned blacksmith. We walked up to the gates of the palace of King Mortasun, my father, and they opened the gates. All of the staff from withtin the palace started whispering and watched us walk to the magnificent doors. He stopped and knocked on the doors. He cleared his throat and pulled his hood farther upon his head. The doors opened and we saw my father.

“Normamoon? Oh, how happy I am to see you again. Where did you run off to? Who is this man?” Father asked, relieved to see me.

“I am Midnight, your majesty. I found her in the woods.” Inuyasha halfway lied.

"Thank you Midnight.Come clean up and have breakfast with us." Father said as he smiled.

"I mustn't take thy offer. I shall only cause you guys trouble. I must re-..." Inuyasha gasped midsentence as Mark stabbed him in the shoulder and pulled it back out.

Blood dripped from the dagger and onto the ground. Inuyasha dropped down to the ground upon his knees, while holding onto his left shoulder. Mark grabbed Inuyasha's hood and pulled it back, showing his black ears.

"Father, he has lied to you. His name isn't Midnight, it is Inuyasha!" Mark snapped as he pushed Inuyasha's head down.

"Prince Mark... is this how y... your supposed to... ugh... to treat your... ugh... sister's savior?" Inuyasha asked calmly.

"Brother? Please let him go. I am home, now. Leave him alone!!" I yelled as I pushed Mark off of Inuyasha.

"Father, this is the biggest delinquent in the history of this kingdom. He is the one that has been wanted so recently. Why are you here, Inuyasha?" Mark asked as he faced me and looked at Inuyasha.

"He helped me get home. Leave him be, Mark." I said as I stood in front of Inuyasha.

I stepped out of the way for Inuyasha to look at Mark and I.

" 'Tis alright, m'lady. I... I challenge your brother to a... a duel. Him with weaponry and me with nothing. That way... That way it is fair. Does he accept the challenge I have set out?" Inuyasha said as he stood up and let go of his shoulder while looking at Mark.

Mark was surprised. Inuyasha smiled and looked at me. I didn't know what to do other than look at both of them scared.

"On what conditions for winning and losing?" Mark asked.

"If I win, I stay free and I get to marry your beloved sister. If I lose, you can lock me away and you can do nothing about my family, living free." Inuyasha said with a smile.

"You shall not marry my sister!!" Mark yelled as he ran and went to stab Inuyasha.

Inuyasha dodged and grabbed Mark's dagger with a smile.

"Now, now. No need to be so hasty toward your challenger. Please, calm down and dwell on it. You have 3 days to send me your answer. Send a messenger with your answer. Remember the conditions for it. I shall take my leave and farewell, Princess Normamoon." Inuyasha said as he put Mark onto the ground, while blood dripped from his wound.

Inuyasha stood up, grabbed the dagger and then grabbed his shoulder. He chuckled and walked away. We watched as the townspeople ran Inuyasha out of town. I helped my brother up and wondered if he will accept the proposition.

You are the breeze after the rain

You are the curvy, twisty lane

You are the night's very first star

You are the searching near and far

You are the smell of fresh, new brew

You are the noisy morning crew

You are the dream I wish could stay

You are the child's scary first day

You are the smashing of the glass

You are future, present, and past

You are the zing of a lemon squeeze

You are that flirty, sexy tease

You are the fear of humiliation

You are the victory of a nation

You are a crack in the hot, dry pavement

You are the day after I pay rent

You are a laugh I couldn't hold in

You are the days I look really thin

You are that one, random tear

You are the surprise of every leap year

You are the road crew waking me early

You are fresh brushed teeth, so pearly

You are the wisdom that comes with years

You are the reason to face my fears

You are the bee that chased me inside

You are the rush of the ocean tide

You are the soft butterfly wing

You are the bell's loud clear ding

You are the nights I can't ever sleep

You are the road that's icy and steep

You are my wild imagination

You are my secret deviation

You are every forgotten word

You are the sound I've never heard

You are the door that creaks at night

You are the eerie, spooky light

You are all that follows disaster

You are the happily ever after

You are just what I'm hoping will be

You are the ideal, perfect me..

#youare #life #love #happiness #living #breathing #everything #you #me #poetry #poem #rhyme

1. Procrastinated on birth (I would come to regret this later)

2. fooled around for a few years

3. Foolishly asked for a little brother

4. recieved a little sister

5. but then she was cute so I was okay with this(key word: 'was')

6. Grade 3 hits, and I begin to question the usefulness of school and realize the meaninglessness of putting in effort for this school nonsense

7. suffer through the rest of elementary school

8. Learns the flute in middle school

9. Other than flute-playing, fails middle school life in all aspects

10. realizes my birth procrastination was the reason I had a birthday on the worst possible day out of 1461 other possible birth-days

11. Realizes I will become a future hobo living on the streets when I get out of the hell that is school.

12. suffers through high school with no actual ambition

13. Grade 11 tells me to become an author

14. Realizes what it means to be an introvert and why I suffered through school all this time

15. Suffered greatly though university applications

16. got accepted into what people call the real world

17. realizes yet again that I will become a future hobo on the streets, if I don't become an author

18. Gets a job and suffers

19. Second year-dilema/disastor/apocalyptic kill-me-now level catastrophe

20. Recovery: Self-resurection + more procrastination

21. finished my book... (like two days ago)

22. working on edits as of now.

Later...

23. will find a publisher before step 20's procrastination awakens and kicks me in the face

don't ask^

My tears would be pink.

Why?

Because I believe that's a fitting colour that works with the word random.

As well as a colour I hate. Pink is bright and out there, acting as an unnatural attention-seeker. My tears are on equal standing in terms of eye-drawing unpleasantness.

I have pink tears that don't know what they're doing. I belive when my body was being constructed, something went wrong and my tear glands got screwed over in the process.

So I cry when I'm too happy,

When I'm too sad

When I'm too angry

or too scared

When it's too windy

or I'm too embarrassed

too shocked

or too stressed.

The worst one among these ongoing, never-ending, soul-sucking, garbage-eating, pointless, useless, dumb, unnecessary emotions, are angry tears. Imagine being furious and pink liquid is spewing out of you. No one will take you seriously. Your personified cause-of-anger will more likely think 'Aw, boo hoo, I made you sad' rather than 'Oh Fluff, I pissed her off!' Then, next thing you know, you're there sitting in the back cry-corner of your workplace hell with these homicidal thoughts and bedazzled pink fluids cascading - ever so delicately - down your cheek.

Not. That. This. Happened. *slamming keyboard*

Point is: my tears are FLUFFING annoying! And once I start I can't stop. It takes about 5 - 10 wasted minutes of my life, trying to reconfigure my tear glands to obey my every command.

Flip the hip

let it rip

step to beat

dancing feet

toe tap echo

art deco

more, more

encore

melt in heat

feet fleet

heed the cry

within your blood

kick it high

rhythm found

pulsing sound

emancipate

before too late

body heat

wild feet

in the street.