Havunakkah

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No Beer in Heaven by Havunakkah, literature

How Many? by Havunakkah, literature

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How Many?

How many eyes Do you need To see me When my two See you As clearly as Yours look straight past mine? How many times Do I need To have you In my thoughts Until you Think of me As more than a whisper? How many poems Do you need To read with Tender emotion on Your face Before you know My hand wrote each one? How many boys Do you need To use you Like an object While I Am standing here Able to embrace you strong? How many tears Must I shed Against my pillow Hoping just to Hold you Tightly in my two arms? How many doubts Can I endure Before I will Lose my faith In your Hearts room to Have me within its gras

The Bleeding Sky by Havunakkah, literature

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The Bleeding Sky

The bleeding sky, chalice of beautiful MADness heavy above the fallen cradle sown by greed’s folly, lonely brinkmen’s gamma-rayed tears fall— ing down the rabbit-hole b r o k e n Hydrogen sirens sing hollow notes banished

Tales, Horns, and Blood by Havunakkah, literature

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Tales, Horns, and Blood

Chilling winter wind swept across snowy landscape. Flakes of snow fell unhurriedly from the heavens above. It was the coldest winter in fifty years. A scant few trees held on to their prized needles or leaves. Even those that were not leafless, brown and emaciated looking showed almost none of their sickly green hair. Snow weighed heavily on them. The winter had been unsympathetic for the fauna as well. Herbivores could find no foliage to eat. Predators could find no prey. Even if a mountain cat or great wolf caught a meal it was often scraggly and nearly meatless. In a large valley in the Eirholm Highlands, smoke wisped into the air. The sm

A Morning With The Roses by Havunakkah, literature

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A Morning With The Roses

It awakens. It rises from below the pine-filled hillocks which were birthed countless ages ago by the Great Mother’s love. It yawns brilliantly in hues of warm gold. Its hands caress the landscape of rolling hills, smooth valleys still drowsy, and flora craving nourishment in the flourishing dawn. From the minutest patch of limey moss to the tallest and eldest redwood, every plant needing sustenance will be cradled ever so softly. Ancient fingers, rays of divine light, ageless in time and smooth tenderness stroke the wilderness with a parental care. The sun smiles downward as a steward of existence, a herald of life, a messiah take

Powder by Havunakkah, literature

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Powder

43 mg, powdered logic Rusted key, tarnished gold Mirror laughing, in hallowed glee Lustful alabaster ready to snort Hungry nose, stringy muscus Bloody sinuses, long since numb Milky eyes, back in sockets Steamed breath, necrotic and stale Urine, warm in loins, Virtous sin, cardinal eternity Body broken, Prison house unlocked Self transcendent, soul released Forgotten truth, again remembered Immortality’s echo, bound

Marooned by Havunakkah, literature

Orienaj de Oir: Carnival by Havunakkah, literature

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Orienaj de Oir: Carnival

“Have you seen a stronger Strongman in all of the glorious kingdom of Draeva? Better yet, the world?” A man raised his cucumber-fingered pudgy left hand to his ear. “Well?” He asked the audience in a comically arrogant bass voice. “Have you ladies and gentlemen?” “No!” A majority of the crowd screamed out. The roar seemed to resonant throughout the substantially size circus tent for several seconds following the initial reply. There were at least one thousand audience members eager for the show to move forward. “Take a bow Jasper!” The morbidly obese man spoke loudly, projecting his experien

Far From Home: Chapter 1 by Havunakkah, literature

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Far From Home: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Prisoner [Part 1] He felt exhausted, not just in body. His spirit was weary. Spiritual strength and wakefulness were more essential than the body’s strength. The body could be healed in time. On the other hand, healing of the spirit often took more than time. It took deeds and deliberation. He knew his healing would take more than time. More than deliberation even. Deeds were required. In his case timing was as important as the deed itself. His legs burned sharply in pain. Trudging along through an untamed jungle had long since become arduous. This was especially true as he had become a captive against his will. Could th

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Love tell me what to do by Havunakkah, literature

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Love tell me what to do

Love, love, love I know what you've done to me And I know where she has been And what she’s done She’s been lusting after another man I’ve seen her in bed with him Now I don’t know what to do Do I hate her? Do I forgive her? Do I hurt him? Or do I just walk out without a word I still love her But does she still love me? Does she touch him while saying I am a fool? Does she love him or it is just meaningless? If she loves him then why can’t she tell me? Why can’t she leave me? I can’t be the one to leave her Not without knowing if this is salvageable If I confront her what will she say or d

The Tree by Havunakkah, literature

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The Tree

Its limps are severed Lifeless stumps Pointing out Into the murky distance. Some are sharp points Others blunt and defeated More merely gone. The tree stands still No leaves to be blown In the soft breeze. Dead as can be But it does not lack power While standing alone In the fields so barren, Brown and grey. Nothing beside it for miles Except mud, Wind and rock. Strength beyond life And undoubtedly during. It lived through the ages Though its time still came. Now the rain rolls off the bark To the dark dirt Past the decaying roots, Vitalizing the soil. A sapling is growing In the life giving earth. Forests will g

Tree Breeze by Havunakkah, literature

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Tree Breeze

The breeze blows past me Cooling and calming the pristine glade Leaves on the tall trees speak Their words I cannot understand But if I imagine the meanings I'm sure I'll find them to be sweet I'd like to hear their stories, Of seasons past, rings gained, fallen brothers and sisters There wisdom is deeply rooted But it is wisdom I will not know All I do hear, Is the rustling of their leaves in the wind

Clouds by Havunakkah, literature

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Blossoms by Havunakkah, literature

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Blossoms

My life has begun to blossom But blooms as a black rose As the rose’s petal mature Tendrils of hurt grasp out Until it seems they could go farther But farther they go So far the rose starts to die It rots from the inside out The petals fall to the earth The stem turns brown and necrotic The whole of it turns to ash Wind blows it to the air No one smells a dead rose No one remembers

All it takes is one word by Havunakkah, literature

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All it takes is one word

One word means so much Though it may not too look it One word affects me enough Though I may not say it One word brings me to tears Though in front of you I may not cry it One word lifts me up Though my face may not show it One word makes live worth living Though you might not think it One word makes me smile Though you may not see it One words changes everything Though you may never say it

Undefeated by Havunakkah, literature

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Undefeated

Unchain me Remove the shackles that rub my ankles raw Take off the collar that twists my neck A black cloth blinds my golden eyes The blindfold is damp with my cool tears None come now For there are none left to cry White feathers are covered in blood I feel them on my flesh Soft and wet My naked body is torturously scarred Once it was beautiful, feminine and sublime Now corrupt symbols mock my faith and purity Festering wounds tarnish my once perfect skin Raped again and again to near death They want me to renounce his name I have not broken under the strain Remaining strong Holding on to a scrap of sanity Never will I l

Finding Color by Havunakkah, literature

Jazz Bar by Havunakkah, literature

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Jazz Bar

Jazz bar, the melodic trumpets roar Old Frank belts out on mic, smooth as whiskey AJ serves malt liquor with a rusty holler Buxom barmaid Amy walks, rump waggling Slick suited men hang cool in sinking cigar smoke Jamie Berk downs a shot, though he’s only 17 A scarlet lady smiles at one of the Gallagher boys Someone named Smith exits with an unseen magnum Fumbling Horace dances on his two left feet Boss Lucas lounges at a table full of pricey woman Alfredo Estel swirls his glass, lost inside himself Young Alice mingles, wanting a relief from the mundane Black Jim taps his calloused foot to the silky beat Thick laughter rises

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Current Residence: Sunnyvale, California
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Operating System: XP
Wallpaper of choice: Something that isn't insanely bright!
Favourite cartoon character: Dexter from 'Dexter's Laboratory'

Favourite Movies

Spaceballs, Star Wars, Kelly's Heroes, Starship Troopers, LotR, Beetle Juice, Monty Python

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Queen, Elvis, Muse, Johnny Cash, Tom Petty, Sugar Ray, Iron Maiden

Favourite Writers

Jules Verne, Stephen King, Tolkien, Frank Hebert, Dan Abnett

Favourite Games

Fallout Tactics: Brotherhood of Steel, Grim Fandango, Total Annihilation, Starcraft, Half-Life 2

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Tools of the Trade

Brain, Keyboard & Mouse, Spork, Llama

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Reading, Military History, Writing, Art, Webcomics, PC Gaming, Food, Friends/Family

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Havunakkah

Oct 30, 2007

Roadblock

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 I really want to work on one of my stories and have a ton of poem ideas, but an acute lack of inspiration and motivation afflict me mercilessly. Not to forget, being so tired and mentally exhausted from my second year of college. I slacked off last year, not tending to my studies with enough intensity -- don't get me wrong, I got all A's, but did not apply myself to holding onto all the knowledge. So this quarter I am trying to work hard to get everything. Philosophy especially now, my professor is terrible, he only talks (he doesn't even follow the Socratic Method or the idea of dialogue as medium of teaching), never attempts to engage us,

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Havunakkah

Oct 26, 2007

I cost $3375 a night!

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Natural Hair Color: [x] Brown - $100 [] Blonde - $50 [] Black - $15 [] Bald - $5 [] Other-$75 Eye Color: [] Brown - $1 [] Green - $75 [x] Blue $50 [] Hazel $100 [] Other - $15 Height: [] Over 7' - $200 [] 6'8" to 7' - $175 [] 6'0" to 6'7" - $150 [X] 5'5" to 5'11" - $75 []4'9" to 5'4" - $45 [] Under 4'9 - $45 Age: [] 31 to 40 - $100 [] 26 to 30 - $75 [] 21 to 25 - $50 [] 19 to 20 - $25 [x] 0 to 18 - $100 Birth Order: [x] Twins or more than twins - $300 []First Born - $300 [] second born - $150 [] third born - $100 [] fourth born - $100 [] fifth born - $100 [] Last Born - $100 [] Only Child - $250 Do You Drink?

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Havunakkah

Jul 9, 2007

Poems

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Now I will go to bed. Stuck some old poems up... I don't how I feel about submitting them. Whatever.

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watashi-kami-aikou

Jan 5, 2008

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sorry for being like a stalker but i love your stuff so much ^_^ your truely are an inspirational person its an honor to read your poems!

Havunakkah

Dec 19, 2007

You can stalk me all you want as long as there's no bonking or thwacking or kidnapping. Hugs are okay, as long as you don't squeeze me into submission.

I can't say how glad I am you love my work and think I am inspirational. I keep forgetting to go look at your--probably great--gallery.

watashi-kami-aikou

Dec 20, 2007

haha its ok you dont need to look at it i already know its amazing, haha just kidding of course

Havunakkah

Dec 21, 2007

I feel the awesomeness radiating out from your profile. Spooky!

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MissMagicalStar

Dec 8, 2007

Thankies for the fav, Sam!