deepestdesiressomeday someone will kiss my sleepdeprived eyes - blackened from too many nightmares and too few dreams - and tell me my soul is made of fireflies and starlight.deepestdesires4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
HackerHacker:Hacker6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We live in a day and age where you can be who you want to be, and live how you want to live. We have a choice of skin deep masks to wear, to cover our flaws and become who we really want. You can, in a sense, reinvent yourself, simply by wearing that mask. But sometimes, the mask is more than skin deep. Sometimes it takes over.
You can call me Kit. My real name is of no importance. Where I live is not important, either. I live and breathe computers. I spend 95% of my time in my basement, and the only light comes from a small window in the upper left corner of the cold cement room. I do not leave my desk other than to drink, eat, or release what was previously consumed. I am not anti-social because I have to escape the bullying, although I was bullied when I was younger. I am anti-social because it is my job. I am a hacker for hire. I am the best in the country.
I am not your brothers friend from down the street. I have NEVER failed a client. I am
Reject false iconsI've noticed alot of celebrities or stars whether there a musician or an idol they alwase let fame go to there head instead of being what there about they become plastic, a plastic idol.Most of them get caught up in either relationships,drugs or power and they become a totally different person they love the attention and praise they get and they want more and more they become cocky and self centered then all of there fans blindly follow them because they believe the idol is still about what they were originally about. And when the time comes for a new person to take the spot light the idol breaks down and tries so hard in keeping the attention and fame but theres no stopping itReject false icons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cycle must continue on......
In Hawaii - IntroductionLanikai awoke in her soft bed and slowly opened her eyes to see everything around her. New things and old things there were to be seen every day. Putting on her eye glasses to focus her vision, she yawned gracefully. Pulling the sheets off of her body, she climbed down the ladder of her bunk bed that she shared with her younger sister, slowly stopping just to see her sister silently sleeping.In Hawaii - Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Roselani," she said softly to her sister, "are you awake?" Without receiving any sort of sign that her sister was awake, she slowly left her room and walked to the kitchen to see her mum making breakfast. She sat down at her usual place at the table. Her mother glanced at her then went back to making scrambled eggs and toast.
"Mom," Lanikai started, "What are we going to do today?"
"Kai, honey, I don't know. Why don't you go to see if Rose is awake so we can--"
"Mom, I already checked. She's still asleep. Can't we just go to the park? We never get to go You always want to do what Roselan
I learned how to kick today20:59:49 [link]I learned how to kick today3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
21:00:19 sorry if this is called advertising. Meh.
21:01:12 Advertising is like chats not deviations I think o3o
21:01:28 Xtremelykewl took the words out of my mouth.
21:01:55 FUCK HOW DO YOU KICK YOURSELF????
21:02:17 /kick UserName
21:02:40 Oh. thanks.
*Melran has been kicked by Melran*
Wal-MartDear Wal-Mart,Wal-Mart4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Where to begin? You have always been there for me when I have needed you. You were there when I ran out of Cocoa Puffs that one time, you were there when I remembered that history project at 2 am which was due just hours away, you were there when I needed to pick up that last-minute gift for that friend who I don't really know that well but who invited me to their party anyway. You always have lots of those neon Pilot pens I love so much, and also the multi-colored mini-Sharpies that I love to color with. You always have those big spiral notebooks whose pages I fill with my mindless scribbles and rambles. Your sliding doors will always open for me whenever I have nothing better to do than to wander aimlessly around your ever-changing aisles, and your greeters always make me feel better about myself because, as shitty as my life may seem at times, at least I'm not 80 years old and still greeting people in a Wal-Mart.
Massacre of the InnocenceGeorgie Porgie threw an orgyMassacre of the Innocence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just outside L.A.,
where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble,
outing him as gay...
Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner
before the bubble burst,
though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash
and liquidated first...
Jack said Jill was taking the Pill
to ward off impregnation;
the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice
for victim's compensation...
Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet
and Little Bo Peep married a creep;
lamb chops gave him gout...
Jack Sprat's wife went under the knife
for Lap-Band surgery,
then Third Little Pig struck it big
on reality TV...
Old King Cole's gone on the dole,
exposed as a pretender;
while Wee Wil
knowledge and loveAll my knowledge and piety I detestknowledge and love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What have I gained from your love in my breast?
Though the wind of separation blew away my zest
I kept my vows to Thee, sincere, honest.
As a spec of dust, I may be small at best
But through love, the sun itself is my nest.
Bring forth the wine, let me joyously ingest
For safety and security, in joy I didnt invest.
If you are sober, save your advice and protest
Waste not your words on me, the drunken pest.
From shame, cant keep my head above my chest
I was not of worthy service, in my quest.
Beloved didnt say, though life Hafiz molest
Let me send him a cure to put him to rest.
Mrl's Bad Spsellign DaydMrl's Bad Spsellign Dayd3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
21:49:17 /,e]] is gonna spam yh e chat
21:49:36 * Melran is gonan spam the chat
21:50:11 go for it...
21:50:18 .me is typingty6yhgt8er4v b56tgtu8nh tyghre hgniunhj bdefn frbn v bc gftkjit gyhnbtrf frden bm
21:50:50 translation: /me is typing with her chin and her forhead.
Untitledshe's definitely not your typical princess;Untitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with cotton candy hair and chocolate eyes...
and she's lived through one trainwreck after another-
that's just her life;
this girl is a fucking WARRIOR.
she's got some tough defenses, too-
it's not easy to break down her walls
(and, oh believe me, i've tried)
she's constantly reinforcing them
making them thicker; higher
every goddamn day.
she's got to...
you see, mom has a taste for some nasty shit;
and our step-daddy? he's right up there.
(to be continued)
MASCOT Chapter 2MASCOT: Making Awesome Stories Changing Our ThoughtsMASCOT Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yuzuki rushed out of her room only to bump into Takumi. Two chocolate brown eyes immediately brightened when they saw the blue haired man.
"TAKUN!!! I wanna go to the park with everyone!" She shouted as she threw herself onto Takumi. He sweatdropped and and grimaced.
"The park? Yuzuki, do you know how cold it is out there? You're gonna get sick," he replied. Yuzuki frowned.
"Well, then I'll just go leave you behind then! I bet everybody else will be willing to come with me more than you!" she huffed, stalking out to the living room of their apartment. Takumi sighed and followed her out.
Takumi and Yuzuki are childhood friends living together. (That is so not sketchy of course...) Yuzuki used to live in Europe, but she ran away because she was sick of Europe and then came down to Japan to look for Takumi. Coincidentally, she managed to transfer in the same school as Takumi without even knowing it. Long story short,
True lifeWhat is the different between lie and true, if lie is accepted as true and true as lie ...True life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This