Okibi-Kris

Jim loosened his tie in a careless motion and hung it on the coat rack beside the door.  As he slipped off his shoes he could tell from the utter silence that Mark wasn't around - probably out with some non-mutual friends.  In all honesty, an empty apartment was fine by him this afternoon.  He really didn't want his housemate to catch him sulking with that introspective look in his eye again.  He always asked questions that Jim wasn't comfortable answering. Finding himself in the unlit living room, Jim promptly fell backwards onto their couch, sinking into it with exhaustion more mental than physical.  He sat there a time, staring lazily, bl

His hand paused an inch from the door handle of the Toyota Corolla, and hung there, quivering.  He knew what he should do.  He should open the door, buckle up, and get the hell out of here.  Maybe with the morning light this will all prove to have been a bad dream-- a horrendous nightmare.  But his heart pounding a rapid rhythm in his chest, the blood rushing to his head, the dizziness he felt even as he stood still, they could not be reasoned away as mere illusions.  Jim inhaled thoughtfully through his nostrils (for he needed oxygen before the faintness overtook him) and tried to calm his ac

Just because you can reach out And touch what you long for Doesn't mean you'll reach that route Any quicker And these surrounding faces Keep encouraging Is it that they won't allow me To realize my tragic fate? I miss everything I can see I guess my apathy Came a little too late This downpour is so harsh You can't even see that I'm crying Someone in me Has lost hope and is dying A hypocrite to myself Stabbed but stumbling on Love won't go away at a whim So I won't get around this supposed sin Nothing is certain until the next day When it merely becomes a fragment again And my pure words come so easily in the night Only t

A patch of soft, onyx fur lies among the tapestry of black silk cast by scrawny, young trees Even in the bleak, solicitous breeze nothing seems to stir the limp body His eyes, full of a shadowed ocean and a fleck of sparkling emerald wish to see no reason Both the calm waves and tainted sunset are settled on a silent valley The perfect grove that encircles it contains everything that means anything to this soul Muted, golden stars watch over the concealed form and speak gently.. carefully.. of the future; praying that he look forward to pointless hours that will numb his mind, so no more pain will be felt.. But little comfort is

Drip, drip, drip Can you hear my sanity draining? Tear by tear, scar by scar But it doesn't hurt (All the time) There are moments when you smile with acid Speak with venom tongue And I know I'll do this forever Even if it kills me Or you pull the trigger That's the killer joke, right? You crafted me, Every button and bell How can you be repulsed By what you so lovingly created? (I know you don't Even when there's pain You don't mean to do it Not to me) Maybe I see something that isn't there No, just beyond skin deep But anyone can be loved Once you find the right match To toss on their gasoline I'll make you love me E

Petite leathery nose to the ground.  Apricot fur darkened by sweat.  Dark tails twitching anticipatively.  Chocolate eyes hardened in concentration.  This was the sight Lance had been subjected to for the past twenty minutes as his Vulpix roamed the woodland outside of Violet City in pursuit of an unknown prize.  Or at least it was unknown to the boy.  Whatever it was, his furry companion was determined to track it down, and the trainer trusted his Pokemon enough to let him be, as this was the same creature who had won the novice a Persian and located an elusive Eevee. At least for another ten minutes. "Connor, what was it?" he asked, not f

In an oak wood nestled against the mountainside, the twilight is trying to assert its dominance against the ambient fog, but upon melding with the mist, the light chooses love over victory, as they spin there, entwined, illuminating the air with the light blue glow of a cascading fall.  No living thing is present to witness the eerie (spectacular) joining, as the eternally sleeping forms beneath the forest debris were too preoccupied pushing up daisies. The only witnesses are the fallen leaves as they pitter-patter closer with the west wind's aid. A number of gypsy moths flutter inside the smoky veil, oblivious to all but the birches calling

There were no obscenities convoluting Cor's mind as he followed Shep's retreat with a scowl. Or perhaps there were, but they came too fast, running together until it all leveled out to an angry hum which was sure to leave him with a migraine in the morning. Once the other man had disappeared amongst the trees, all of his attention switched to the huddled form on the ground. He quickly covered the meters between them before collapsing on his knees beside his feathery dæmon, looking the victim over with eyes flooded in concern. "Paige..? Paige, are you okay?" he whispered in a low tone, his vocal chords still overwhelmed with fury yet cho

The Druggie Sizzle. Plop. A few more chunks of ash leapt from Cor's cigarette like a suicidal lover. He pulled the rolled tobacco from his mouth and flicked off the excess, blowing out the smoke on an unappreciative pilgrim ahead of him in line. A slight twinge of guilt ran through his limbs whenever someone faked a cough or waved a hand before their nose, but his desire for the nicotine won over the craving for approval. Throughout the day (it was now noon), most of the men and women had only turned Cor's way with a look of disgust or annoyance on their face, but if they had taken the time to do more, this is what they would have seen: hair