Heh heh ^ ^;; I'm very, very naughty........ I have so much other
stuff to post and finish that I really shouldn't begin anything new.......
But if you're one of those creative peeps like me you just can't ignore
those inspiring moments. Written totally on a whim, mind, so I'll just let
it take over on auto-write this chappie. Review if you want more!
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Sweet breeze in my face The window of possibility is open Leaves, green and new Spin in its current And I wonder Where will the wind carry me?
The wind of possibilities Slips through my grasp Wind cannot be tamed by the mortal man. Just like life The wind of possibilities Sometimes strays you off the beaten path.
And as I stare out this window And watch these leave swirl in the wind I can't help but wonder Where will the wind carry me?
Anzu lowered her pen, scrutinizing the carefully printed words on the notebook page. After a few moments, she smiled in satisfaction and stared out her own window of possibilities. The fragile air carried the scent of peach blossoms, and she breathed in heavily until her lungs were filled with their fragrant odor. Anzu welcome this beautiful weather, after all of the rain that the past weeks had brought. Now that the gloom had lifted, she could concentrate on writing poetry again.
The spring air was taunting her. With a small sigh she rose from her desk, assembled her shoes, and stepped out the door, closing it soundlessly behind her. She was going to take a little walk and enjoy the best of the weather.
A sudden breeze shook the peaceful continuum. Her notebook flew open, the pages blowing vigorously in the current. The new page of loose leaf, on which she had written her poem, blew loose and sailed out the window, where only the wind of possibilities could determine its fate.
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The paper flew in the window and hit him in the face. He hastily removed it, staring at the pressed wood pulp that had blocked his vision.
Now that he could see clearly again, he noticed that the paper had written on it a poem in large, rounded letters. He read it over briefly, puzzled as to why an abandoned freeverse would suddenly fly through his window and attack him on a calm afternoon.
"Not too bad," he commented as he lay the paper in a stack on the side of his desk. "But who has time to write poetry, anyway?" He laughed ruefully and resumed typing.
"Why bother with possibilities when your life already has a plan that nothing can intervene with?" he mumbled to himself, typing with an even stronger intensity to succeed; absorbing himself in the two-dimensional characters that followed his fingertips on the screen.
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Anzu stepped in the front door, the air dusky with the approach of nightfall and the clouds stained with the water pastels of fading sunlight. The walk had taken longer than she had expected, since she had gotten a bit distracted in the park. She discarded her tennis shoes and headed up the staircase humming, feeling refreshed. She was in the perfect mood to finish the poem she had begun that afternoon.
The brunette swung into her seat, flipping open the cover of her notebook without effort. She thumbed through the pages of poems she had written in the past. When she reached the back cover, she looked at it skeptically, her cheerful attitude fading. She shook it to made sure that it wasn't caught between the pages and she had missed. She searched it frantically once more, of course coming up empty handed.
She slumped back in her seat, dispirited. "I know I placed it right there. It couldn't have gone anywhere." She searched a few more places, only to become more disappointed. With her mood now totally diminished, she prepared herself for school the next day.
At last she pulled the covers over her head and lay on her side, sighing heavily. "Wherever it is, I'll find it sometime soon."
Little did she know that the window of possibility had swept her work away, landing it in the hands of one familiar CEO. And that it hadn't strayed from its path an inch.
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Who knew Anzu wrote poetry? : P So................ You likey? Was it lame? Too bent up on something or other? Really amazing? Creative? Repetitive? Using too many words to describe a sheet of paper? Whatever you think............. tell me! It only gets better after this........ I have a plot going now! And it's a good one, I think.......................... but them again, what I think tends to be quite wrong in most cases.......... Awe well, I'll just shut up and let you review! See ya! ^_-
(Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to its respective owners, I in no way claim to own any part of it. The plot and the poem, however, are mine. ^__^)
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Sweet breeze in my face The window of possibility is open Leaves, green and new Spin in its current And I wonder Where will the wind carry me?
The wind of possibilities Slips through my grasp Wind cannot be tamed by the mortal man. Just like life The wind of possibilities Sometimes strays you off the beaten path.
And as I stare out this window And watch these leave swirl in the wind I can't help but wonder Where will the wind carry me?
Anzu lowered her pen, scrutinizing the carefully printed words on the notebook page. After a few moments, she smiled in satisfaction and stared out her own window of possibilities. The fragile air carried the scent of peach blossoms, and she breathed in heavily until her lungs were filled with their fragrant odor. Anzu welcome this beautiful weather, after all of the rain that the past weeks had brought. Now that the gloom had lifted, she could concentrate on writing poetry again.
The spring air was taunting her. With a small sigh she rose from her desk, assembled her shoes, and stepped out the door, closing it soundlessly behind her. She was going to take a little walk and enjoy the best of the weather.
A sudden breeze shook the peaceful continuum. Her notebook flew open, the pages blowing vigorously in the current. The new page of loose leaf, on which she had written her poem, blew loose and sailed out the window, where only the wind of possibilities could determine its fate.
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The paper flew in the window and hit him in the face. He hastily removed it, staring at the pressed wood pulp that had blocked his vision.
Now that he could see clearly again, he noticed that the paper had written on it a poem in large, rounded letters. He read it over briefly, puzzled as to why an abandoned freeverse would suddenly fly through his window and attack him on a calm afternoon.
"Not too bad," he commented as he lay the paper in a stack on the side of his desk. "But who has time to write poetry, anyway?" He laughed ruefully and resumed typing.
"Why bother with possibilities when your life already has a plan that nothing can intervene with?" he mumbled to himself, typing with an even stronger intensity to succeed; absorbing himself in the two-dimensional characters that followed his fingertips on the screen.
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Anzu stepped in the front door, the air dusky with the approach of nightfall and the clouds stained with the water pastels of fading sunlight. The walk had taken longer than she had expected, since she had gotten a bit distracted in the park. She discarded her tennis shoes and headed up the staircase humming, feeling refreshed. She was in the perfect mood to finish the poem she had begun that afternoon.
The brunette swung into her seat, flipping open the cover of her notebook without effort. She thumbed through the pages of poems she had written in the past. When she reached the back cover, she looked at it skeptically, her cheerful attitude fading. She shook it to made sure that it wasn't caught between the pages and she had missed. She searched it frantically once more, of course coming up empty handed.
She slumped back in her seat, dispirited. "I know I placed it right there. It couldn't have gone anywhere." She searched a few more places, only to become more disappointed. With her mood now totally diminished, she prepared herself for school the next day.
At last she pulled the covers over her head and lay on her side, sighing heavily. "Wherever it is, I'll find it sometime soon."
Little did she know that the window of possibility had swept her work away, landing it in the hands of one familiar CEO. And that it hadn't strayed from its path an inch.
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Who knew Anzu wrote poetry? : P So................ You likey? Was it lame? Too bent up on something or other? Really amazing? Creative? Repetitive? Using too many words to describe a sheet of paper? Whatever you think............. tell me! It only gets better after this........ I have a plot going now! And it's a good one, I think.......................... but them again, what I think tends to be quite wrong in most cases.......... Awe well, I'll just shut up and let you review! See ya! ^_-
(Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to its respective owners, I in no way claim to own any part of it. The plot and the poem, however, are mine. ^__^)