Jojo's Problem Pt. 2 It was Monday in August, and all through the house,Jojo's Problem Pt. 28 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.7 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.
Despite The FlamesDespite The Flames6 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 Jacob8 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
Independance Day "Freddie, are we there yet?" Roger asked impatient looking out of the window.Independance Day8 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
The beauty of PoetryThe great thing about poetryThe beauty of Poetry7 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.
The Time of the HearthThe Time of the Hearth7 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
DeviantART Freestyle. A SatireComin' to this site you know I like what I seeDeviantART Freestyle. A Satire8 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
Freddie MercuryHe was a geniusFreddie Mercury11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Too wild for his time here
Freddie was during his time
His demise was love
Pure love and disease
A disease too great to tame
Brought down this artist
But while still alive
Mercury was a genius
He inspired all
He opened a door
Freedom for those long oppressed
Sad, untimely death
FrustrationGrab the pen and stab the pageFrustration9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let the paper bleed in ink
Strike again, stain white with black
Don't let your mind have time to think
Unlock the floodgates to your soul
Utter things none else would dare
Spill your thoughts and dark desires
Let your secrets be laid bare
Slowly swirl the pitch-black ink
Write a line, a verse, a song
Drown out the world and all its noise
Slave away the whole night long
Drench the page in your emotions
Pour out all you can, and then
Throw your work into the fire
Grab a new page, start again
The Love Has ChangedThe love has changedThe Love Has Changed7 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.
Fabulous FrontierFabulous FrontierFabulous Frontier6 years ago in Humor More Like This
When that bastard gets here, Im gonna give him something to remember... Bathory slid as far to the left as the small, circular barstool would allow, and clung to the patron next to him. The patron, Sean, did his best to pull away, but to no avail.
Under normal circumstances, a man in Bathorys intoxicated state would have been politely escorted out of the tavern; but the tips were good, and the bar manager was out.
Can I get another Tom Collins? He tapped the counter in front of him, and the bartender wandered off to prepare it.
SSir... Sean leaned to his left leaned in an attempt to escape, but Bathory clung tight. Who are you...?
Who am I? Bathory exclaimed, pulling himself away from his new bar stool buddy and dramatically throwing a hand to his chest. Why my good sir, Im Bathory... B
Darkness and LightUpon the morrow the light shall come to clease the darkness but will the light stay as it is?Darkness and Light8 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....
Jojo's Problem Pt. 4 Jojo doodled on a piece of paper for about two hours, not knowing what to do. Finally, he got frustrated and decided to go out and get something to eat. Skipping school has its advantages.Jojo's Problem Pt. 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Jojo walked through town with his hands in his pockets, he decided to get some take-out. He walked in some greasy, but neat, old hamburger joint and stood in line for some food.
Jojo? A familiar voice came from behind Jojo.
Jojo turned around to see Dr. Laure. He was busted. Dr. Laure hi. Jojo stumbled.
Jojo, why arent you in school? Does your dad know about this? Dr. Laure asked him.
Please dont tell him anything. Jojo pleaded, putting his hands together as if he was praying. Its for a good cause.
Oh, you skipped school because of that charity across the street? Dr. Laure asked.
Jojo stood there for a minute