

Yuki-OnnaYuki-OnnaYuki-Onna
She glides along a snowy field
Ash-gray and somber as a skull.
Her hollowed eyes and fair white hands
A memory from long ago.
And as I pass the covered woods,
I hear her whisper along the way
Words chiller carried on the wind
Words to a traveler that seem to lay
Thick and icy through ones bones,
I barely hear her say,
Still in that melancholic tone:


A Paradox"A Paradox"A Paradox
What is one and what is none, and what is one plus two when nothing tells of anything, oh, what is one to do? Behind our every act we find we let the very letter of law define the spirit, thus we bet against the better.
Religion plays our harps and minds while hearts ache for an acre of rolling hills, and spirits pine to overtake the undertaker.
Yet G-d will find me harping on that the sins we make exceed the Maker.
Oh, what is one, and what is none, and what is one plus two when nothing tells of anything, oh, what is one to


Smoke--unfinishedSmoke (work in progress)Smoke--unfinished
In love forgotten, or a love untrue, or left unnoticed dare not speak its name. In shallow strokes, or never known by two, the ashen embers to a dying flame-- in mind and body, like a fire untamed, or warm to touch, cast in its sunset hues, it lives and burns the same,
"I do. I do."
Those words oft-said, but spoken with an air that challenges the fates in fleeting breath-- a longing lost unto the sky, it tears; a nothingness beyond the realms of death. And being empty, takes, and what is left completes and e


The Mark of Fame "The Mark of Fame" I was considered one of the best and most brilliant men of my time, unprecedented in every respect: a gifted poet, a renowned author, a peace activist. I sold records that hit platinum and double-platinum, chart-topping singles in nearly every country. I opened gallery after gallery, completed painting after painting--award after award after award piled on top of me until the public was bored of keeping track. My screenplays were box-office hits every time, and IThe Mark of Fame


ConvergenceGive me forty-five seconds with you, undisturbed, at the loneliest place yet outside of your half-open heart, at the zenith, horizons in view, with the ether and earth face-to-face lying jointly and standing apart, and I bet even you would agree to spend forty-five seconds with me.Convergence
Rebirth
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~ BadKitty
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Art is the essence of the artist's soul.
~Bad Kitty
Definition of a kitten: A soft little ball o' fur with lawnmower sounds. =3
I seem to be in "teacher mode" for whatever reason, and since it's summer, I'm not doing a whole hell of a lot. That said, I'd be delighted to help you.
Yeah, I guess MSN doesn't work on this computer. My actual PC blue-screened several months ago, so I'm on a 40 gig dinosaur that threatens to disintegrate every few keystrokes.
My email is niedec5@gmail.com, if that helps. It also has a chat window, assuming you have an account. My Facebook page is simply "Caleb Niederer." Those are pretty much the major, if only, means of contacting me that come to mind.
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"I try not to let my schooling interfere with my education."
-Mark Twain
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~ BadKitty
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Art is the essence of the artist's soul.
~Bad Kitty
Definition of a kitten: A soft little ball o' fur with lawnmower sounds. =3
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"I try not to let my schooling interfere with my education."
-Mark Twain
This is Sam. Sam is a little emo. He has come to add melancholy to your life. Say, "Hello Sam." And Sam will say, "Ghyhfkjsyfiufy" back.
Why? Because I'm bored.
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"I try not to let my schooling interfere with my education."
-Mark Twain
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