Yuukomeii

Regie Raimondlocks            Once upon a time there lived a Prince known as Prince Raimond. He was a wise, handsome, and caring like any other ordinary prince. Though he was quite dashing indeed, he wasn’t actually a he. He was indeed a she. Now how is this so, you ask? Well no matter how dashing or smart one could possibly be, prince or not, there would always be at least one screw up in their lives. The young prince decided to waltz into what his mother would call “the forbidden garden,” which was near the castle grounds that belonged to a wicked witch. Out of his curiosity, he wandered in. It was such a marvelous sight

This should never be a question A question in Casey's class came up. If two people begged for help as they are hanging off a cliff, but you could only save one. Who would it be? For the people she knew around her, they would have a definite answer. “Oh. I’d pick my girlfriend.” Or, “Obviously like my bff!” Casey could not decide, for this was not something to take so lightly. But of course to everyone else including her friends, it was just too easy. Either way, she was no option. “Don’t worry,” said her friend Stacy, “It’s not like it will ever happen, right?” Years late

I Am My Own Stereotype I am my own stereotype. In the slightest sight of me with just showing my own personal stupid actions, it is believed I can do nothing else. I regret admitting such things. How is this so? My stereotype is how I am so foolish I can’t see or even believe my own actions. Naïve that I am to all my surroundings that I can’t even tell if someone has been shot. It is said that if I drive one comes to the worse, connecting to my own ways of thinking I drive of such ways that it should have been illegal for me to be in sight of being in any automobile what so ever. My own stereotype says that I do not have a

I Just Built a River Dam I just built a dam for this river. Damn what a sight to see. Not one drop can go through this mighty solid wall. It will never break, it will never fail. I bet it will last for more than a hundred years or even a thousand. Not even a thousand! It will last as long as America’s dept! What a strong dam this is. Of course it lasted for so long, but not as long as it was intended. The longer the dam held this river, the more agitated it became. How silly, rivers do not have such a feeling. Yet I was mistaken. The dam had cracked, there was water trickling out of those cracks. I was wrong.

Behind the Facade Behind the facade there are stories waiting to be heard. They’re all enclosed in a seal which was never bothered to be open. Behind the facade could never be anything but the little girl in the corner waiting to be called out. No matter how talented she is in what she does, even little she tries to do it is not heard. Behind the facade are surprises that open out but immediately turn to dust, as for that surprise can only last for a moment. No more and no less. Behind that facade these words make no sense by tongue, though spoken it is made into a different language seeming to have no intelligence for the ordinary