Jojo's Problem Pt. 2 It was Monday in August, and all through the house,Jojo's Problem Pt. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo was scurrying, faster than a mouse,
He wanted to get ready, for his brand new friend
And he wondered about a new fashion trend.
Jojo, you need to wear brighter colors! Holly was saying while Jojo scrambled to the front door. They both had backpacks on their backs. Jojo had a black mesh one, and Holly had a pink mesh one. Of course.
I think she already noticed the pinkness in my cheeks when she saw me looking at her. Jojo said, opening the door.
Listen, I know all about girls. I told you that yesterday. Holly followed Jojo outside where they would walk to school together. Jojo always walked alone, but this time is different. Way different.
But Holly was right. It was only yesterday when the girl first looked at Jojo.
Well just tell me what to say and do, Jojo
Death.The flesh from her bonesDeath.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Worms and mold
Her eyeballs averted,
and fell out of her head.
her bones turned to dust
and they left her for dead.
The gravestone all crumbled
and Ivy Coated.
Death came to soon,
and nobody saw it.
A loud honk and screech
she skidded so well-
Across the pavement,
but now she's in hell.
Jojo's Problem Everything was well in Whoville, not a thing out of place.Jojo's Problem7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
But somewhere in Whoville, there was a sad face.
Who could be so sad, so blue?
Why, it was Jojo, the very sensitive Who.
Jojo sat on his bed in his room. He was on the brink of crying, until one of his 96 sisters came into the room.
Jojo! Dad wants you! It was Holly; she had pink hair, pink clothes with a white fur collar and white fur at the end of her sleeves, and pink everything. She was the total opposite of Jojo right now.
What? Jojo looked at her and got up from the bed. She was a little taller than him. Then again, everyone is taller than Jojo.
Dad wants to see you, and have you been crying? Holly saw Jojos sad face.
Not yet. Jojo whispered to himself as he glumly walked out of his room. Holly skipped behind him.
Do you think Jojos in trouble?
Despite The FlamesDespite The Flames5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We received the call as we were watching National Treasure, late the evening of December 13th. My older brother answered the phone, and before he even spoke, I felt a pressing ache in my heart. A look of shock shadowed Cameron's face as he listened to the man on the other end of the call.
I told my youngest brother to pause the movie, and get his shoes on, though I wasn't sure yet what the emergency was. Scrambling to obey, also feeling the sudden tenseness of the moment, ten-year-old Landon grabbed his winter boots and coat, while I hurried to my bedroom for mine. Landon was visiting, staying over for the night because otherwise he would have been home alone. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, or chances were he would not have survived.
Cameron, myself, and our two other adult sisters, were splitting rent on a single-wide trailer house about twenty minutes from where our family lived. We'd only been sharing this trailer since the beginning of November, and h
Pains of JacobI thought we could be togetherPains of Jacob7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I could make things clearer,
that it was you I sought.
I love you Bella.
But you wouldn't listen,
couldn't you feel your love for this fella?
Beyond my limits I hastened.
Thought that you'd change,
but your mind was forever his
and your heart strange.
I will always remember this.
The feeling of loneliness,
when your heart stops beating
and when I plummet to my abyss,
as I think of your feeding.
I love you too.
I thought there was a chance.
But soon I saw through.
You didn't love me, in that way, you never spared a second glance.
Though I felt it when you kissed me back.
Your mind was his, you were gone.
I wasn't your Jacob Black.
I will never see you during dawn.
While heard he took your hand.
The agony spiraling through me.
I was the one damned.
How could you let me be?
Come back. Stay.
that was all I needed.
The words that made me feel this way,
a numbing to my heart as it bleeded.
But time has come when you
DeviantART Freestyle. A SatireComin' to this site you know I like what I seeDeviantART Freestyle. A Satire7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why be yourself when you're way better than me
Photo of myself with friends just adds to the debris
Put on my Emo face for my Deviant ID
Upload a picture of my cat maybe one of my horse
This probably isn't art but I've got no remorse
I don't do art for myself I'm here to gain fans
Jot down some fanart on looseleaf and go for the scan
Write a poem and hint that I've had a rough past
Throw in some wit and humor just for the contrast
Reference politics maybe they'll assume I think deep
But my allusion's too obscure they just think I'm asleep
Preconceived notions of emotion but i don't understand
My heart's in the right place but my style's too bland
I can't excel on command
Making art just to submit to this site
Twenty minutes on a piece I can do this all night
In the court of public opinion I'd have to make a plea
And the judge would agree
That my style isn't copied it's only parallel to a degree
Submit all my anime no matter how cliché
The Love Has ChangedThe love has changedThe Love Has Changed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And through the months
I've seen the way
You treat me.
No physical or
Verbal abuse but
You beat me.
My love for you
When hugging hearts
You bruised me.
You used me.
Like a sucker
Sweet and young
My heart broke when
You bit me.
Lies came forth
But truth be told
You hate me.
I cannot wait
Till role's reverse
And leave before
You make me.
MemoriesMemories of you leave a smile on my face.Memories6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we played flicker and fade
From the first day
You approached, Asking
And I acted like you cramped my style.
Now that you're gone I see
How lucky I was
So long ago, how lonely I've been without you.
I remember when I saw your teeth
They disappeared when I saw your smile
It shone through, lit up the best in you
To me, you were the best I had.
How ungrateful I was
Looking back on what you did
Enjoying my company, Following
I file your name under 'friends gone'
Now I long for you to be here with me.
I saw less and less of us before you left
I'm returning to in my memory
Filming and Singing together
Missing you, all the while.
Darkness and LightUpon the morrow the light shall come to clease the darkness but will the light stay as it is?Darkness and Light7 years ago in Open More Like This
Or is it truely the light as it is now?
Perhaps the darkness shant be the darkness but is doth the light hidden by a viel.
Twisting vines and dark morals are the darkness but it may be a cover for a great light as the light may attempt to blind us from the darkness the flaws it has.
Are we not chosing to follow the light always? Unless of course it seems to be the darkness and we the light....
Understanding myself - V.1I though I knew what love was. I was so sure about it. But then I met you.Understanding myself - V.16 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I still remember when we first met. Back then, I would never thought I would fall in love with you. You were just so simple. I didn't know how else to describe you. You were so quiet and reserved. I even thought you were kind of weird.
But later, we talked. When I heard your voice, it wasn't loud, but neither insecure. You knew what you were thinking about and had the right way to put it in words. You were rather talkative - the complete opposite of what I though you were. When it was about the things you were familiar with, people almost couldn't stop you talking.
But we still were just two strangers. No matter that, you have run to me when I was in need. You helped me in everything I was confused about. And you did all that with a gentle smile on your face. You were never complaining if it was hard for you.
We soon became friends and later the best friends. I have never found another person who could understan
Jeff Dunham QuoteSweet Daddy Dee: Is there one other brother in the house tonight?Jeff Dunham Quote7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[sees a black man]
Sweet Daddy Dee: Oh! Yo, dawg; RUN!
Walter: How long've you been married?
Jeff Dunham: Fifteen years.
Walter: You'll see.
Jeff Dunham: See what?
Walter: Remember when you said, "'Til death do us part"?
Jeff Dunham: Yeah.
Walter: Later you'll realize you were actually setting a goal.
Jeff Dunham: What are you doing?
Peanut: [exaggerated Japanese accent] Oh, speaking Japanese!
Jeff Dunham: You don't know Japanese.
Peanut: Yeah, I do; Toyota.
Peanut: Oh, Godzilla!
Jeff Dunham: That's not right.
Peanut: Oh, you're right; it'd be...
[opens mouth and nothing comes out until after it closes]
Remembering HazelI remember Hazel really well. Sometimes my memories are so clear that I can almost feel her sitting next to me, or walking by my side. Seven years have passed, and I miss her like she went away yesterday.Remembering Hazel7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met Hazel for the first time when I was twenty; I was an ambitious guy studying psychology who thought that he had already reached happiness, buying a nice car and hanging out with friends. Hazel opened my eyes and, thanks to her, I discovered how beautiful it is helping others and giving them second chances. Hazel helped me grow with her generous words, her patient work and her strawberry candies given to everyone.
She was the most helpful person I've ever known, because she liked to help everyone who needed comfort and never asked for something back; Hazel was happy to receive your smile, and felt satisfied hearing "Thank You", and for her that was enough.
Mostly for its nice sound, her unique name, Hazel Daziel, earned her many nicknames; for someone she was Hazie-Dazie, for some
Jacob BlackTall, lengthy, awkward and full of grace,Jacob Black7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A bundle of joy of a fluffy amber,
Your hand is warm against my face,
In your arms you confuse me and make me tamper.
Without you Id fall, plume to the ground,
November, December, January, on and on,
When he was away I was lost not to be found,
You open my eyes brought me to life, make me see the new dawn.
Your love is always true,
Even if you cant be fully human all the time,
Your happy nature your soft smile, you can never be blue,
Yet I can not be with you because of him, its a crime.
So just for this moment take me away,
Make it warm and bright and let your love never turn gray.
Independance Day "Freddie, are we there yet?" Roger asked impatient looking out of the window.Independance Day7 years ago in General More Like This
Freddie, Roger, John, and Brian were all on an airplane headed to Boston, Massachusetts for a concert they promised America on July 5th. It was the 3rd now and they wanted to celebrate the 4th so they left two days early.
"Um...not quite, darling. An hour or so more." The blacked haired man replied.
Come on! I dont think I can wait any longer!
Well how about if you try going to sleep or reading a book or something?
Roger kept quite after that and tried to go to sleep but with all the noise it seemed impossible but after a couple minutes with his eyes closed he got a little bit sleepy until
one of the flight attendants accidentally tripped over someones foo
ImbroglioSprinkles of tumultImbroglio5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A wedge of furor
Tumbled in trouble
Toss in some underhandedness
Add a pinch of jealousy
And a dash of discrepancy
Bring to a broil
Grate on fresh Hullabaloo
What have you made?
Why, A Sweet and Spicy
MoroseShould you wish to find MoroseMorose5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A trepid task awaits you
I'll give you directions, but you'll have to go it alone.
If you slog your way past the Morass' of Melancholy
Through colossal, archaic stone arches heralding nothing for there presence
And continue through dingy cobblestone lanes of sepulchral ruins beneath a gloomy grey sky
You'll arrive at Sorrow's courtyard, bordered by dim and flickering lanthorns of macabre design.
At its marshy center staggers a massive and gnarled weeping willow
There, in the shade beneath its looming branches
Amidst gritty detritus from the pipe-work of an elaborate drainage system
Perched on one of the two remaining rope swings will you find him.
Morose is not great company I warn you
His skin, all together translucent from the lack of sunlight he receives, stretches over his lanky frame.
He has long, unkempt dark hair about his brow and armpits
And yellowing nails which curl beneath his toes and fingertips.
Morose has a downright disheartening air about
The Time of the HearthThe Time of the Hearth6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Time of the Hearth
Autumn had receded two moons ago, the chill winds of winter blew down from the north, as a cloaked old man, pack on back, staff in hand, walked into the village. Snow had been falling for a few days now and he was pleased his journey had come to an end. Home at last. Every year he journeyed the land weaving as he went, weaving for bed, board & ale. He had woven his way around the land, in & out of times, of what had gone before & what was to come. Now it was home time, hearth time, and the Winter Solstice, time of longest dark & rebirth of the light. Charged with mulled Hart's Breath, he would weave the night away, and, with the rising sun, he would greet Yule, the Day of the Young Light and its twelve days. And on twelfth night he would start his journeying again, fo
Goodbye In Winter_RevisedGoodbye In Winter_Revised7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spring should not be time for goodbyes
Trees budding. Forsythia blooms.
A harbinger of Spring--
Robins boasting on the lawn
Pecking, preening, singing their song of Winter past
The Song of Hope
No, Spring should not be for Goodbyes.
In Summer, with the grit of sand
Almost a comfort between our toes
The clack of cobbles on an empty stretch of beach
Singing the Song of Sirens
Of love deeper than the Sea
No, Summer should not be for Goodbyes.
Autumn with it's Indian Summer
Laughing warm upon our faces
The bright Harvest Moon
Shines as perfect kisses are given
Moonlight caresses and beckons us to love
No, Autumn should not be for Goodbyes.
Winter, when the snow has shrouded the rich earth
In wispy wedding veil
The bare trees shudder against a cold, grey sky
As one bereft leaf clings to its yesterdays
Its lonely song adrift, a lost murmur upon the wind
And from far away, far, far away
Goodbye is heard
In the stillness
The beauty of PoetryThe great thing about poetryThe beauty of Poetry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that it doesn't need to rhyme.
Well, Unless you want it to.
It doesn't need to make sense at all.
All that matters
Is what it means to you.
It doesn't need to have some great
Mystical, Underlying meaning.
Wouldn't it be fun
To confound people with your poetry
Way off in the future
Where people think you wrote about
The war between Heaven and Hell
All you wrote about was sprinkles on a cupcake.
The dirtiness of your shoelaces.
Another great thing about poetry
Is the fact that
You can interperate as whatever you want.
A simple poem
About a red balloon
Could mean the sociopolitical destination of the world, to you.
To another it might mean
The spread of communism through out the eastern part of the world.
And to another
It means the innocence of a lost childhood.
Poetry is the true form of individualism.
Poetry can take so many forms.
Poetry can become lyrics to a song.
Poetry can become a friend you pour your deepest secrets into.
WantWhat do you want?Want3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want unbridled love
I want desire whenever I feel the need
I want kindness for my thoughts
I want to talk FOREVER and no one to care
I want to feel like a woman not your mother
I want to remember why I am loved
I want to be told I am beautiful
I want attention when I don't need it
I want to be craved endlessly
I want to be free of worry your leaving
I want to be stress free of fearing to say the wrong things
I want him to love me again
I want him to care about the words I write
I want him to embrace me whole heartily
I want him to see me as his best friend
I want him to understand I need my space as well
I want to have dreams and fantasies that come true
I want ....
I seem to want too much... apparent