(APH) Drunk(APH) Drunk4 years ago in Visual Poetry
You're at it again
Lost in the world
A glass, some ice
A bartender girl
What happens next
is what I do desire
Every Saturday night
To get in my car
And drive to the pub
Is that the right word?
Fake another scowl
Put in a cruel word
You'll need help going home
You're afraid to admit
So I take you myself
While you scream "Git!"
By the ride home you're asleep
Dead to the waking world
Lost in fantasy land
Childlike visions swirled
I ease your discomfort
With a pillow, removed clothes
Lay my jacket over top
Put a kiss on your nose
Your eyes flutter open
Stunning and green
I smile that charming smile
And wonder what you've seen
Your lips part in a question
Are you asking for more?
You lean up in desire
With the expression I adore
I can't help but comply
To your heartbreaking confession
You close your eyes and smile
Lust is your obsession
Soon I've given in, happily
Though I feel guilty, it's true
Were those words an invitation
Or have I used you?
I look up in such fear
I Am a Stuffed Animal BunnyI Am a Stuffed Animal Bunny5 years ago in Visual Poetry
I am a stuffed animal
Sweet, lovable, cuddly and can keep you company
Silent, small, and shy, but still can make you happy
If you're down, I can cheer you up
Little children are my best friends
Thrown away into the closet is my fear
The Dark kingdom named Derse.The Dark kingdom named Derse.3 years ago in Visual Poetry
The storm still rages on,
When will it cease to pour?
Thunders and Lightnings,
I gotta admit, can be a bit frightening!
The breeze is cold and the rain is harsh,
Perhaps this world will become a great, big marsh?
I'm getting tired... There's one thing left to do.
My little night light.
It's time to slumber, my dear.
To the place of darkened halls,
Where the voice of the HorrorTerrors call!
A bit horrifying than the tall towers of the Golden kingdom,
More isolated than the place of the shining buildings!
Everless, I still enjoy this place,
The Dark kingdom of grace.
I do believe this eye-popping paradise is named Derse;
A perfect name for a remarkable haven! Sweet and terse.
I shall await my next visit to this wonderland,
Once I fall alseep in this world so grand.
A HomecomingA Homecoming4 years ago in Visual Poetry
Carlene was a blonde little girl
Who lived at the end of my block
And spent the most of her summer days
Watching the hands of the clock.
Every day at the strike of noon
She ran outside to her deck
To search for a sign of her Dad there
Coming home from his newest of treks.
But day after day her mother came
And carted the girl away
Whispering in the little girl's ear
"Not today Carly, not today."
But still the girl would watch at the door
For her Daddy to turn the corner
And everyday she prayed and prayed
For Daddy to return to his daughter.
Her mother hid behind the door
And spied on the sad little child
Waiting for a time to tell her the truth
That would destroy her curious smile.
So again the mother would go to the child
And kissed her little girl's palm
"Honey, today is still not the day,
Today your Daddy's still gone."
"But he's coming home soon, right?"
She would ask her mother.
"Right, honey, he's coming soon,"
She wouldn't say anything other.
The girl started school and days woul
Persuasive Essay: Gay MarriageAmerica; the first thing that should come to your mind is a nation of peace and equality. But it's not, is it? We live in a nation of racism, sexism, and homophobia. Homosexuals get the worst of all the unfair treatment. Gays have been fighting for rights since the 1960's, maybe even before then, and yet today in 2010, those pleas for rights go unheard. I believe that we should allow same-sex marriage because banning it is unfair, love is all that matters in marriage, and gay families have certain family values that some straight marriages lack.Persuasive Essay: Gay Marriage6 years ago in Visual Poetry
Banning an issue doesn't make it go away. The American Constitution states that everyone desverves the same, equal rights -- that inlcludes gay people. So banning same-sex marriage is unconstitutional. Making this issue illegal is also a form of discrimination. Homophobics riducule and abuse gay citizens, and gay teenagers are scared to go to school because of the excessive bullying and teasing. And gays are just being themselves! We are
InstigatorInstigator6 years ago in Visual Poetry
She picked up the phone, drawing quick breaths.
He sounded calm, oddly enough with this on his conscience.
"Are you going to pull the trigger or not?"
Looking at the unconscious young man on the floor infront of her, she tried to remind herself that this was all very nessicary.
"Just do it"
Squeezing her eyes shut, she positioned the gun one last time, fingering the trigger gingerly.
"Pull the damn trigger, you fucking bitch. Kill that bastard so we can move on. "
She mumbles to the floor, praying quietly.
'Please God, forgive my sins..'
"You fucking cun--"
The weapon clattered to the floor, gun residue still damp on her palms.
'F..forgive me... God please...'
He woke up, his head pounding.
Looking up from where he had collapsed, a young woman's figure loomed out of the shadows, falling to the floor.
Wide eyed, he blinks;
'Forgive me, God..'
A Poem About Episode SixA Poem About Episode Six3 years ago in Visual Poetry
Welcome to Episode Six,
This time out is the final time out,
Before Episode One.
Catching up from where Five left off,
Return of the Jedi.
It won't be easy as they'll find.
They go to rescue Han.
R2 and C3P0 make first contact
And it goes really bad.
End up scared out of their wits.
Chewie is next to show up,
Captured by a bounty hunter.
But the bounty hunter's fake.
It's actually Princess Leia,
She frees Han and gets captured.
Jabba The Hutt takes to her,
She'll be enslaved like Oola was,
But she'll try and hang around.
Luke finally decides to show.
Calls himself a Jedi knight,
But like a fool he's down the pit.
He meets the Rancor with a pig.
Nearly gets kills by it,
But turns things around.
Lando in his good disguise,
Watches as Luke and Han,
Are sentenced to their deaths.
Leia in a gold bikini.
Lucky Han doesn't have his sight,
He would be surprised!
On the barge and to the pit.
Sentenced to be fed to the Sarlacc.
But things don't go so smooth.
Luke makes his great esc
DeathDeath6 years ago in Visual Poetry
Death was a tall man,
Skinny and dark,
Scythe in hand,
He made his mark.
Death was a pale man,
White and paper thin,
He was redeemer,
Of lost and broken kin.
Death was a sad man,
He hated taking souls,
But dying seemed to be,
The peoples only goals.
Death was a good man,
Merciful and kind,
He was very skillful,
And sound of mind.
But poor death,
A man of many faces,
The villain in many races.
But I understood,
I saw through his mask,
He hated his job,
That unending sad task.
So I stayed by his side,
I learned of his lore,
So now we are together,
Belive it or Not. ADHDInattention, impulsivity, there's a problem insideBelive it or Not. ADHD5 years ago in Visual Poetry
one that seems that nobody can find
pay attention, your lazy, DAMMIT JUST SETTLE DOWN
everyone thinks that I just screw around
But I have a disorder, believe it or not
its called ADHD and consider this thought
im impulsive, inattentive at a hyperactive view
yet nobody considers all the great things I can do
im inspired, im learning, im outside the box
so let out your fears you've got kept inside
there's more to you then you let yourself find
im opening this world- this reality- yourself
its time for you to start being yourself
KH:BBS - Terra's RemorseKH:BBS - Terra's Remorse6 years ago in Visual Poetry
~Terra's Remorse - His Dying Words~
I continue to fade into darkness,
regretting upon my ignorance,
Fearing my own hopelessness.
I have no excuse to hide,
my urge to hunger for darkness
as my hatred and anger became alive.
Master Eraqus was right... you were right...
It's all my fault for allowing you to fall victim to him - Vanitas.
Xehanort's plan to obtain that forsaken weapon
proved to allow him to win for now, but to allow him to separate us.
If only I could right my wrongs, if only I could...
remain as a Lingering Sentiment...
You as my mentor and father,
who taught and watched me throughout those years,
I encouraged your death in vain for the sake of one life...
What can I do now Master Eraqus... please give me a sign... Was there some way I could survive to live another day in this wretched time that reigns before our eyes?
To distant worlds,
there will be a hero... of sleek white hair... of valor and courage... to rescue you so
Tug of WarTug of War3 years ago in Visual Poetry
Positives, positives what to say
I have pretty porcelain skin
That shines as bright as day
My eyes are a mix of grey, green, gold, and brown
A prism of colour all the way around
My hair is the colour of fire
That glows with bright red flames
My dimples are-
Hey! What's your game?
Lets not forget you filthy whore
You've slept with at least a dozen men
And you're bigger than a store
Your stomach and thighs are nothing but fat
Who the hell would wanna get near that?
Covered from head to toe in scars and burns
Face it, you're nothing but a-
Excuse me, let me finish
As I was saying
My dimples are faint and cute
Onset by my blushing which is ever so acute
Blah, blah, blah
No one cares!
You have no friends
And you're always mentally in despair
You're a clingy, needy freak
And you can't keep anyone in your life for more than a week
But if someone would take the time to get to know me
They would see I have a really great personality
Yeah, but why would anyone wanna stay
Since all you're g
Drizzles in the morn...As the mirrored-window got revealed on that day,Drizzles in the morn...5 years ago in Visual Poetry
Cold dawn hadn't been setting behind the clouds.
Seeking all places to where it had gone and vanish,
The person who had accompany me once during those days.
Praying for the light to shine these shadowing, mystery fogs,
Hoping that it'd brighten my narrow lanes of journey-way.
Thinking that my day would be yellow sun-burnt today,
Black and dark it had turned as the clouds covered above there.
Too early in the misty morn did this drizzles pour itself down,
Sending wistful heartbreak to the melancholy, falling soul.
As if understanding these did the drizzle fell on the dry earth,
You who had gone forever would impossibly be back to crawl.
Blocking those little teardrops that slide on the wet cheeks,
Reminiscing the memories that had once been delineated.
In the drizzles that seemed to understand better than ever,
The soul of you slowly drifted away from this temporary world.
To not regret everything did I try to beg my heart with,
As it'd b
Distorted Reflection I thoughtDistorted Reflection4 years ago in Visual Poetry
Sonic.EXESonic.EXESonic.EXE3 years ago in Visual Poetry
Creepy as can be
As far as the eye can see
The game will scare you I guarantee
Having the chosen three
Trapped, never to be free
See the powers of EXE
To the highest degree
sonamysonic and amy together forever, this couple is the most clever. sonic with amy you gotta love it, no other couple can rise above it. sonamy is the absolute best, sonamy is better then the rest. some people say shadow and amy belongs, I say I love shadow but anyone who puts anyone other than sonic with amy are a bunch of ding-dongs. silvamy is cute but not true, amy belongs with a hedgehog that is blue. manic with amy is not gonna happen,sometimes I believe peoples heads start cracking. dont get me wrong I love manic,please dont start to panic. amy is sometimes misunderstood as immature and annoying, amy has stopped eggmans plan in foiling.and amy with characters that are girls is wrong, its as bad as the invention of the thong. *shivers*sonic with guys is just gay, girls with guys and guys with girls is how it should stay. sonadow is sick, sonamy is the one that I pick. sonic with rouge...what the heck!!!, rouge has done nothing with sonic not a kiss on the lips no notsonamy5 years ago in Visual Poetry
DA II: A FavorRandom writings, mostly dabbling in Charlotte's(my f!hawke) relationship with Fenris and leading in to the next Fenders Comic I hope to do.DA II: A Favor4 years ago in Visual Poetry
I am no writer yee be warned.~~~
A harsh, demanding rap falls upon old, sturdy wood. The sound is unmistakable, even from within the large fire lit chamber. Crimson trappings dance before Charlottes eyes as she listens for the distinctive sound of Oranas door closing quietly, the only indication of her movements within the large estate.
Elves are graceful, silent creatures by nature- another reason they are coveted so highly as servants.
The fire crackles lazily in its hearth, twisting and turning in an almost predictable chaos of diminutive movements. Grey eyes absently settle on the flames, unfocused as keen audition strains to catch any unusual sound.
Silence, and then something metallic, barely audible.
A memory springs to life.
Sharp peaks of polished metal, clinking softly as th
A nobodyA nobody5 years ago in Visual Poetry
He lives in a dream
walks in the shadows
Hopes for nothing
but gains everything
He works alone,
But still he manages
to surpass the others
Everyday he Devolves
in to the same person
who he was
a 15 years ago
But still he finds a way
to get through another day
No passion, no love
Every day is an image
of the day before
Many wonder why,
why he keeps going on
But no one understands that his life
is as heavenly as it could be to him.......