The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

a name (poem)

Jan
07

call me something, anything,
I used to say,
as though just having a name
was good, though it wasn’t
(more…)

labels (poem)

Jan
07

I could be bold
like the colors of ancient crayons
unlikely adjectives sprawled
over the yellow labels
(more…)

In Small Moments

Jan
05

The asset wasn’t known for tender compassion or warmth. If he was, Nicky assumed, he wouldn’t be an asset.

But there was a certain amount of liability in being an obvious plant that disappeared at irregular intervals, always when someone of import within the country died, and there was something to be said for the traditional old standbys for covers.

(more…)

Movement

Jan
02

Prompt: any. any. “Do not waste your breath with some nonsense about how I should… move on with my life for their sake. That is merely the logic of the living. It is meaningless.” ~Dmitri, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Looking back, there was a lot of sake after Oda died. (more…)

So Many Things (poem)

Jan
01

So many things that I should write
If words would come, my day be bright (more…)

Take Care

Jan
01

Yata was frowning when he got the door to Saruhiko’s dorm open. He had Saruhiko practically slung over his shoulder and back, and there was an audible hiss of pain between Saruhiko’s teeth as Yata carefully maneuvered him through the door.

Honestly, Yata’s heart couldn’t quite decide between worried and furious. “I was fine.”

(more…)

a poem (poem)

Nov
24

I guess I had a poem inside me
aching to get out
(more…)

I promised you stories (poem)

Nov
24

I promised you stories—
visions of golden light,
right out the gate—
can you see them,
glinting in the bright sun,
or hear their whispers
on the flowing breeze
streaming over your ears
and into your heart—
listen! I say, just listen
a little while to the sound of my heart
whispering into your own

Silence (poem)

Nov
24

In silence, I grasp my heart
Take it in hand and shape it
(more…)

feeling (poem)

Nov
24

I’m feeling a little broken
right now
I’m sure there are better things
(more…)

We Wake (poem)

Nov
24

We dream of things. We all do, sometimes. We all wake up from worlds without end, often without remembering what made them so wonderful.

There’s something in my hand—like a stone, a jewel glinting in the darkness, or a ball of yarn unwinding down the path toward treasure…

(more…)

Gasp (poem)

Nov
07

I gasp for air, a nameless cry
The tears that will not spring to eye
The groans unspoken, breaking free
I swallow them back down in me

sunbeam (poem)

Nov
07

drink down the sun, like a golden
beam seeping into my heart
play it again in the morning
draw it back up and restart

now (poem)

Nov
07

wake me now
the world’s all up
sun in the sky
and tea in my cup

slow down now
and play that song
the song that carries
my heart along

Classes (poem)

Nov
04

Remind me tomorrow
When weariness passes
And when all my classes
Are geared toward the doing
And less the get throughing

a happy word (poem)

Oct
30

For A and LO

forever—
such a happy word
if forever spent
with you

catch it (poem)

Oct
30

joy is one of those things
you have to reach out and catch it
remember the things that you love
in the moments that don’t feel enough

worth (poem)

Oct
30

what is the worth of a poem, caught in the hand
the words that tumble over and over themselves
poured out of a heart that’s too full, a mind that’s too loud
maybe someday, somehow I’ll figure it out

The Rock They Break Themselves Against (Interactive Fiction)

Oct
23

You reflect.

It’s what you do.

Noise you don’t want to hear, fists thrown, bullets fired—all of it bounces back and strikes your attacker with the slightest bit of your attention, or even less.

Continue

Happy

Oct
22

Last Order wouldn’t stop staring at him.

“That’s creepy,” Accelerator told her, shoving her off the end of the couch with one arm.

“‘Don’t be mean!’ Misaka Misaka protests, flailing her arms for balance,” Last Order squawked indignantly. She shot back upright and glared.

He eyed her from the corner of his eye, but she just huffed and clambered back up beside him.

“Misaka thinks that you look happy, Misaka Misaka notes with satisfaction.” Last Order grinned. “Misaka thinks that you should stay here with her forever.”

“Happy, huh?” he murmured and closed his eyes.

Such an odd feeling. Happy.