Author has written 118 stories for Fantasy, Humor, General, Horror, Fantasy, Life, Romance, General, Love, Song, Humor, Friendship, Spiritual, Biography, Haiku, Nature, and Family. Now you may be wondering who I am. Are you? My name is as about unimportant as my age. My face is as about as beautiful as an autumn day. The emotions are fading fast, but when it all turns black... It will eventually turn back into a palepink with spring speeding up fast. But Days are purely circumstancial. And my face is not the reason why you're here. I am a not a model. I am a writer. Will you form a picture of me based on my words? Can you pin an age on me based on my literary picture? Faces and ages are nothing if what you write and say contradict them so I will not say anything. At the same time I am speaking with so many more words. We’ve Enraged Them– A Cinquain: This is my 100th piece of poetry. I’ve been hesitant to post my one-hundredth piece here. I wanted it to be something wonderful, something truly spectacular. I could stay here, and explain to you the perfect sonnet, the most breathtaking, suffocating piece of prose, the most insightful piece of truth ever written, or even – write a poem about such a piece. I have withheld poetry from this site, waiting for me to shock myself, thinking that there was some cast of brilliance the one-hundredth poem must have. I then realized that I was being ridiculous. That one-hundred is no different than two, and that if I forced something significant out of my mouth… it would be fake, and just as it was described – forced. That is not to say, I wanted to post the first thing that came to mind after 99, so I did select this piece on purpose, and will be posting the real one-hundred, one-hundred-one, & one-hundred-two, shortly after the grand, extravagant ONE-HUNDRED. I chose this piece because it is structured. I’ve just recently gotten into writing pieces that already have a mold to them, that are ‘insert beautiful words.’ My automatic format is nonexistent – free and sporadic, and though there is a time and place for this, I would like to expand my horizons. Along with this splurge of explanation, I would like to mention/acknowledge/admire an author who has reviewed mass quantities of my poetry: Nobody-n-Particular – You are someone in particular, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your consistent and helpful reviews. Thank you, just… thank you.Smog - "Cold Discovery"
Bust a lock with a rock We needed a fever, we needed a cure You are gone Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor Well, I can hold a woman down on a hardwood floor If you saw it for what it really was If you IM me, I will speak. Or I will ignore you. Flip of the coin. Avg. number of words per entry : 666 - 2/3/04 Shut up. Read or go away. You freaks. FOR THE ABSOLUTE, UNDENIABLE RECORD -- I WILL NOT ALLOW MY WORKS TO BE REPOSTED. THEY ARE NOT YOUR THINGS, AND ARE NOT GOING TO BE NESTLED IN ANY PRIVATE, PUBLIC, OR PROTECTED JOURNAL AMONGST OTHER STOLEN PROPERTY, K. I, however, refuse to take these things down. I'm not cowardly, I will not fall to the side and let her rape me of my words. I will get you. I have avenged Tokiko, and myself - and will continue doing so if ever there was a doubt in your mind that you could get away with this. You won't touch Alu - that is my vow. -Yaquel Visain |