Recycling Satire Recycling is a familiar concept in this day and age. It is the hallmark of a clean society. They say that as an individual, one must start recycling in order to help others begin. So, if recycling starts with the individual, then the individual must start being recycled!Recycling Satire5 years ago in Humor More Like This
The organs are the first line of business to take care of. Start by cleansing the brain of all thoughts and memories, using a course-bristle brush; remember to brush hard on those difficult to reach brain folds. Next, rinse the heart in luke-warm water and Pine-Sol in order to clear it of all excess fluids and emotions. The brain and heart now belong to a new body. Immediately following these are the lungs. Make sure to get them dry and ventilated by way of hair dryer, else beware of the goopy mess to ensue. These will be filled with helium and used as balloons t
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
Recycled DreamsI was halfway down the second floor apartment stairs when I realized I'd left my left arm on the table.Recycled Dreams3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's no surprise of course, for I've always had a habit of misplacing important things like keys, documents, and identification cards, but to leave one’s arm on the table is truly embarrassing. I would have run back to get it, but the bus driver is always a bit early on Tuesdays and I could already hear the distant hum of the engine making its way to me. And it's not like I really need it for work anyway. So I left it behind.
It's penguins and oranges today; my latest client is a fairly normal one. The last dreamer wanted marsupial martial arts masters in Atlantis. In space. You would think putting dreams to canvas is an easy job, and you'd be right - but truly I wonder about humanity at times. Subconscious wanderings are laid bare to my paintbrush - they get their dreams, and I don't fall apart entirely.
Morpheus is upstairs. I know because I can see the color runn
Recycling"It's all about recycling" he said,Recycling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he was talking trash.
Nobody would want to reuse me.
Every cell of my body was worn out.
"I can't agree with your theory", I replied,
sucking on a lifeless soft drink.
It was as flat as a dead joke delivery.
I finished it and handed him the can.
"Thanks for not littering", he smiled,
adding the can to his collection.
I looked in that black plastic bag
and saw the worn-out eyes of a thousand souls.
++ Character Quiz ++++ Character Quiz ++8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Physical description :
Eye color :
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Home town :
What makes your character so cool and unique ? :
Whats your characters favorite food ?:
Favorite weapon ?:
Preferred place to live ?:
Any special powers ?:
Messed up past ? if so please explain :
Do they love someone ?:
Any family ?:
Any kids ?:
Anything in particular you want people to know ?:
What significance dose he/she give to the plot line?:
Is your character a protagonist or antagonist ?:
Any philosophical information they can share with us ?:
Can your character cook ? if so what ?:
How dose your character fight ?:
Any preferred weapons ?:
Whats there favorite color ?:
Faveret clothes ?:
Has there life been a struggle or a marry go round ?:
Are they living in poverty or wealth ?:
Did they grow up in povery or wealth ?:
Tell us about there parents :
Any Battle scars ? from what/who? W
Recycled 2Recycled 22 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A new day begins.
As the hours pass it descends
towards its dark end.
Each passing minute wave-like
breaks on the unchanging shore.
Music and Romance ::Frerard::And, why do you think youd be a good asset to this daycare, Frank?Music and Romance ::Frerard::6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. This question always made me feel like I was on the spotlight, like at any second I was supposed to blurt out some sort of secret. Well, I mused, pretending to seriously consider it. Im good with people, especially children. I dont know why.
She smiled and patted my arm in what was obviously a maternally way. Take it to her to act like the mother, what with her super clear skin and huge boobs. Yep, Im sure many of the fathers drooled over her in their sleep. People never know why theyre good with children. Its a God given gift. Anything else?
Without even really thinking about it, I blurted out, I wont look at the moms when they drop their kids off. Oh, damn. There went another job. I lowered my eyes to my lap, feeling my face and my back suddenly grow very hot. Take it to me to be M
Recycled. Apparently dumpstersRecycled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm to you
(Only at 3am when
they're full of
Put my junk in there?
I was going to but-
It's full of garbage anyway.
Claw MachineIt was a normal day at the carnival: we had ridden the roller coasters, played the hammer game, and puked on the Tilt-a-Whirl. But we hadn't seen a Claw Machine yet, which was a shame because I always win those.Claw Machine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But then I saw one. It was filled with an assortment of toys: a Ziggy doll, Betty Boop, a Batman, a gorilla, your normal Claw Machine diet. But when I laid eyes on it, I had to have my dad give me my last two quarters. It was a Jigglypuff doll. I just had to have it; it was the cutest thing, made cuter by the two bandages on it, most likely a reference to the Recycle card.
I inserted my quarters like a pro at a football game. I stuck out my tongue as the annoying song played. I told my little brother to be quiet when he talked out of excitement. I moved my claw up, then right, and then up, then right, then I walked around the machine to assure myself. Confident of the claw's position, I hastefully pushed the button; no need to give time to myself to second-guess my self. The cl
A Postcard from Mother EarthYour flippancy,A Postcard from Mother Earth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lack of care for any-thing
from long distance
I can't scratch through the space between us
to give you a meaningful wound.
You, who are the world and
I, who am the earth
We've got plenty to fight about
but you don't even bother to address
You dress it up
in terms like:
Can you explain to me,
what is Civilized or Necessary
about torching my forests
blowing up my mountains
and poisoning my waters?
I have shaken and
I have rolled over in my sleep and
I have sent the winds to speak with you
but it seems you've forgotten even the simple languages.
what will you do
when I finally wake up?
Emptying the Recycling BinFire rips through paper,Emptying the Recycling Bin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning the words into oblivion,
Destroyed and forgotten like so many things,
Useless ashes blown by fickle wind.
The words don’t matter,
They made no sense,
Inspired no minds,
Better off destroyed anyway.
Fire oh fire,
Make me forget these things,
They never should have bothered,
Maybe I’ll just try again,
Or perhaps it’s time to throw in the towel.
Keep burning now fire,
There are plenty more words to demolish,
Words of no impact,
Even you would find them boring.
RecyclingI looked out the windowRecycling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what did I see?
Me, a squirrel, up in a tree.
And from up on the branch, I looked to the road.
And what did I see?
Me, a fat little toad.
And down on the asphalt, I looked to the sky,
And what did I see?
Me, a bird, way up high.
And from up in the clouds, I looked to the sea,
And what did I spot?
Me, an old seal, dead as could be.
And from my place on the beach, where I decided to die,
I looked back at the bird, way up in the sky.
The bird looked at the toad, the toad looked to the tree,
The squirrel stared back,
The bell rang at 2:03.
This is Not a Love SongCorporations amassing wealth, can't get insurance for your healthThis is Not a Love Song4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do elected politicians do our bidding, c'mon man, who are you kidding?
The recession that never seems to end, nothing at all is on the mend
Borrowing more than you lend, Africa has nothing left to spend
Do you really have nothing to suggest?
Cos this is not a love song, it's a Protest
The smack-heads on the streets are dying, the crime rate is defying
The president has another lie in, it's a drive-by and not a drive-in
HIV/ Aids is still soaring, while acid rain is still pouring
Switch off the news it's boring, it's just the World that you're ignoring
I'm singing this so that you don't forget
But this is not a love song, it's an Upset
Childhood obesity abounds, as the West gains another pound
All the fast food you can eat, careful baby, when you eat that "meat"
Waiting for more lies just like Iraq, waiting for another terror attack
The world itself has started to crack, nobody's here to watch your back
Love is LithiumLove is LithiumLove is Lithium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goodness is Gold
Happiness is Helium
Originality is Oxygen
Curiosity is Carbon
Time is Titanium
Care is Calcium
Praise is Potassium
Gratefulness is Gallium
Mercy is Mercury
Truth Is tin
Peace is Palladium
Silence is Silicon
Need is Neon
Sin is Sulfur
Idiocy is Iron
Life is Lead
All the rest is Aluminum
A GaLe (or thought as GaVy) Fanfic of applejuiceLevy entered her room at Fairy Hills and sighed. It was 1 AM and Levy had a long night. There was one of those drunken parties going on at the guild. Levy ditched it before it got too out of hand. Levy stepped over some books on the ground and flopped into her bed. She lazily pulled the blankets over her and stuffed her face into a pillow. She was disheveled and tired so sleep wasn't that hard for her. Just when she was about to drift off to sleep, her window burst open. "What the He- "HI LEVY!" Levy sat up and looked at the hyper Happy who was sitting on her floor. "I just thought I'd pop in for a bit. You know, check on you?" Happy said cheerfully. Levy moaned a bit and said, "Shouldn't you be at Lucy's house with Natsu? You guys are always over there." Happy blushed a bit before replying. "Well, I was there before...But Natsu and Lucy were doing...."things". So I thought I'd leave them alone for a bit." Levy blushed too at the thought of what "things" could be, But she quicklyA GaLe (or thought as GaVy) Fanfic of applejuice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Self-recyclingYour hands are recycled paperSelf-recycling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
used by someone before me
been disposed by several
and thought wasted by many
but they always look beautiful to me
I wouldn't have sent them to the bin
one more time
[this time the paper itself
decided to go to waste
so someone else would have it]
Just To Be AcknowledgedJust To Be Acknowledged4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just To Be Acknowledged" by Laura Stephens / LauraNeatO '10
Naruto is © Weekly Shounen Jump and created/authored by Masashi Kishimoto
Naruto entered the classroom looking a bit sour to even be there. He sat in his seat grudgingly and sighed. The other students in the classroom didn't care to notice him as they chatted amongst themselves, droning the classroom in a loud white noise. He looked around the room, frowning a little as he saw all the children smiling as they chatted with each other, acknowledging each other, gossiping about the latest whatever, and a few of them glancing toward a boy named Sasuke Uchiha, who also just happened to be the one person whom he hated.
Following the example of a few students in the classroom, Naruto unzipped his backpack and took out a piece of paper to doodle a bit before class started. He wasn't sure what exactly to draw, so he drew the first thing that came to mind. His face suddenly brightened, an
Memento MoriI have often felt death close to me,Memento Mori5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a stranger immersed in the crowd,
that surged around me. A figure
glimpsed from the corner of an eye,
who seemed to linger just behind me,
so that my arm was almost within
Frequently I dreamed of that certain
day when he would seek me, of the moment
when Id hear my name repeated in those
In my dream
I start to turn slowly, those pitiless features
almost close enough for breath to touch, if either
CC:Aud Frame of the Sun P.2CC:Aud Frame of the Sun P.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Frame of the Sun
Audition: Part 2
The coming dawn had stretched further across the sky; every star had went into hiding as even more dogs entered into the vast opening. I hoped the incoming flow would cease soon, as the space was already becoming packed with bodies. Sitting beneath a large metal contraption of some kind, I tried to make myself hidden. However, every now and then a stray eye would glance in my direction. No dogs seemed interested enough to come forward, which I was entirely content with.
I inferred everyone was waiting for something; what that something was I didn't know and didn't really have the mind to ask. I figured it wasn't anything of a positive nature by the saddened and despondent looks on some of the dogs' faces along with their rigid postures. A few dogs did have a wagging tail and panted with happy lolling of tongues. It was a conflicting atmosphere that did not make much sense for the situation - whatever the situation was.