it's been nearly a year?

by: powerangers_08@yahoo.com


this blog hasnt been updated since almost a year ago. blame the busy-ness, the laziness, the weariness, the lack of ideas and whatever it is that can be blamed on. hm... since its been activated back, think i'll be less and less concerned about my own personal blog and focus on this one instead. i like it here better anyway.. ;-)

AND, posting here means more creative writing, yeah? lets see.. how about some haiku? (or whatever it is that it's called) and drabble, perhaps?

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HAIKU

[1]
evening wind, your trail of footprints..
orange sky, your shadow of leaving..
don't go..
note: a separation

[2]
gestures wild with delicacy..
features soft with tranquility..
a picture; idyllic, without meant for traceability..
note: unrequited love

[3]
it plays, my eyes shine
it teases, my heart rhymes
it purrs, my love chimes
note: a cat


DRABBLE

[1] MinSu

"Pass me the desert" the one with the baby face nudged.

"No" came the curt reply.

"Yah! I want some dessert too!" he slapped the arm of the youngest.

"I said no," the latter eyed the other steadily.

"Minnie.." a pout; an ultimate weapon of his.

"No, duckbutt" or not..

Junsu stood up, trying to take a hold of the plate with some cuts of strawberries. But the youngest were faster, snatching it, and standing up; the plate high above his head. Junsu wouldn't relent.

"I said gimme it!" he tried to pull Changmin's arm down, hoping for a slight advantage on his part.-

he's not THAT tall compared to the youngest. why must life be so unfair??

-The tallest pulled out of his grip easily, a slight mirth on his eyes. "You evil! Come on, Min-ah!" he was exasperated. He tried for another tug.

And Changmin dodged again. But,

A pulled forward.

A skipped of heartbeat.

A deep kiss.

The youngest falters (which is a rare sight); ears and face in deep crimson. "There. Satisfied?" it was Junsu's turn to smirk.

"Dang it"

Junsu ate his dessert happily.


[2] HoMin

He was awake, Yunho was sure of that. It's just the faintest brush of skin against fabric, and he could already tell the difference between heartbreak or gentle ruffle and fury or pure dream.
It's just the both of them anyway.

He heard a creak of bed.

"Min?"

"I'm getting some water," Yunho noted how the youngest voice was horse, how his eyes looked hollow, how the body resembled so much a corpse.

A door was closed, the darkness enveloped him.-

he felt so alone. so very alone at this moment

-and a faintest sound of sob.

he has failed. he failed them.

Yunho cringed. He felt his body spasm. He kicked the covers, slamming his body to the side; he laid in a fetal position. The sob, louder than before, making him slammed his pillow on his ears; trying to block the sound. His hands were shaking. His tears were uncontrollable. His own sob was muffled.

Responsibility versus self needs. Old debts versus self rights. Pride versus brotherhood. Security versus undecided freedom.

He lost the battle.

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Please dont bash me for the second drabble. I love them all equally, regardless of the current situation. it's just my take on things on an extent. it is pure fiction. Thus so, here are my writings (after so LONG) and im happy with it, so enjoy~ ^^