Twatitus- Condition or Idiocy?Twatitus is a common mental condition suffered by almost all men at some point in their lives, or in a very tragic case, their entire lives.Twatitus- Condition or Idiocy?7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To somebody who is unfamililar with the condition, Twatitus is generally the concept of a man doing something stupid.
However, when you become more experienced with the condition (aka, you get screwed over almost as much as I do) you will come to discover that there are many different cases of Twatitus.
Here are the most recognised cases, specific problems will often be a mixture of types.
Twatitus [Type A]
The most frequent type that occurs in men, is Twatitus A.
Twatitus A will often cause a man to "check out" other women in an inappropriate situation.
E.g. Staring at another woman's breasts whilst out with a girlfriend.
While this is the least severe case of Twatitus, it can sometimes lead to problems in a relationship if not dealt with quickly.
Twatitus [Type B]
Twatitus Type B is also one of the more common types, but is less fr
ScarsYour scarsScars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are bright and shiny
like baby's teeth
newly cut and grown,
or Christmas toys
your mother hid
up in the attic
praying you would never touch.
I like their livid edges,
how they pucker
under my hands
like new zippers
begging to be left open,
and catch the light
that spills from my perfect world.
And you like
the jagged sounds
my sighs make,
the rush of warm air
that keeps you safe
and how your fragile heart beats
when you unbuckle your skin
and the world heals.
LostYour slouch says it allLost6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way
you wear your hat
in your hands
like something condemned
or a color
you cannot remember.
cannot chase you here
in the footsteps
whose faces vanish
torn from wallets.
will not echo
through your sleep
in blind comfort.
And no song
that bleeds your name
across the pillows
and leaves you falling
that slipped through winter...
ConfessionalMy thoughts of herConfessional6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hush the candles,
make the confessional go dark
and the priest's breath ragged.
I can hear it
slide down his throat,
and under his habit
I can hear
his skin disapprove
and prickle the long black robe
in ways that make me blush.
details on my tongue
of how she felt
and the color of her hair
as if that intercourse of words
crushed up into the dark
will break me like salvation.
Koimizu Chapter 6Koimizu Chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Koimizu chapter 6.
There he was, standing in the guest room at the hospital, waiting for him name to be called. Sasuke looked around. His eyes watching almost every person that were waiting to be called as well. Sasuke felt his heart race. He was so confused about everything these past days. Yes that's right, it had been days already. He hasn't been coming to school neither told anyone where he was or if he was okay. Not even to Kiba, who was trying to reach him atleast 20 times a day. Sasuke apologised to himself for not being able to talk to him. But right now, there were just other things running through his head.
Sasuke closed the door behind him and sat down on a chair. Then it begun, as he already feared that would happen. This room was only for pregnant people. And not including h
I Wish I Could CryAgain and again, hed look at those monitors. All those brain dizzying monitors. But hed always look at one in particular before closely studying all the others.I Wish I Could Cry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The entrance to the SPK headquarters. The hallway that one would have to take to get to that room. Every time the albino boy looked at that monitor, he prayed hed see the blond male walking down that narrow hallway.
But every time that he did look Empty. The hall was empty.
If only he hadnt always been perfect. If only he could have failed at something . If only
If only Mello would look at him.
Not that cold glare that hed always received, no He had always wanted the blond to look at him.
His pale fingers continued to play with that old puzzle of his. The white one with the L insignia in the top left corner. The old one that he played with at Whammys.
With a soft sigh the boy stood, putting his puzzle away, deciding that he needed someth
Subtitles +One+Part One: Side ASubtitles +One+7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost a normal Saturday. Almost. I lied on my bed, my head hanging off the the side and my legs propped against the wall. I was occupied in my newest DS game with a cigarette carefully sitting in my mouth. The curtains were closed, so no sun rays beamed through. My light was off and the only brightness came from my DS. I loved Saturdays.
Until the door opened and a someone turned the light on. "Ack!" My cigarette fell to the floor, and I quickly maneuvered my hand to put it out. "Shit!" Thank god for leather gloves. Pausing my game, I turned to sit up on my bed. Roger stood in my doorway, a blond... girl, no, no it was a guy, beside him.
He had blond hair that grazed his shoulders and bangs that fell partly in his face. He was clad in black leather, a rosary-looking necklace around his neck. Draped over his shoulder was a black bag, most likely holding his belongings. He looked about ready to kill something. I pushed my goggles back over my eyes again, I
Ch. 9 'Kira'MASS AMOUNT OF MYSTERIOUS HEARTS ATTACKS TO CRIMINALS ACROSS THE WORLD! POLICE ARE CONSIDERING HOMICIDE?</b>Ch. 9 'Kira'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mello read the newspaper over and over again. It was so strange. Homicide? How could heart attacks be homicide? He sat the paper down and took a bite of his chocolate covered banana and scanned the lunch room for his red-haired boyfriend. He hadn't seen Matt all morning, though it was only breakfast.
He looked at the newspaper again while taking another bite of his banana. This was the detective L's new case. Though Mello thought it was ridiculous, L found some interest in this for some reason. Watari had went with L, where ever it was, and Roger was watching over all the Wammy's until they got back. He had told them that L might lose interest in this case, if he found no evidence that this "Kira" was a real person.
Mello flinched as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Matt smiling down on him, his green eyes shining in the sunlight co
Ch.4 New boyNear searched the lunchroom, looking for somewhere to sit. There weren't any open tables, he sighed. Just his luck. At the very end of the lunchroom he saw the red haired boy he sat next to in math class. He quickly wandered over to him, ignoring the stares and giggles from everyone else. He sat down, looking to the red head to make sure it was okay, the boy had always been a loner, so Near didn't know if he'd give him a 'I hate you, go away.' look. But the boy just sat there, he seemed to be absorbed into something under the table. Near just poked his steemed vegitables with a fork.Ch.4 New boy7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sup?" the red head finally said, it made Near jump.
"Uhh.." near didn't know what to say.
The boy looked up, Near couldn't see his eyes because of the goggles he wore. He brought up what he had had his attention on before and laid it on the table. A Game Boy.
"I'm Matt." He smiled and lifted up his goggles, bright green eyes shown now.
Near tried to give a smile, though he was sure he failed at it. "
promethean hearts_collab.I reached out with unworthy fingertips and stolepromethean hearts_collab.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire from heaven to create a heart beneath these
shuddering ribs so that I could make music in time
with your golden heartbeat. Your fingertips are
blessed with the touch of a thousand eternities that
I want to spend lost in these velvet touches with you.
You are the pitterpatter of my pulse, the floor dropping
out during the pauses between my breaths and no
matter how many times I turn shooting-star-words into
ropes to hold myself together, they always burn away
and I fall to pieces at your feet. I would pick myself up,
but my comet-dust-bones have finally dissolved and I
am too busy loving you to try and regrow them.
Your galaxy is just wide enough for me to drown inside the
light shining from the eclipse in your comet-powder-blue eyes.
I'm tripping over the Milky Way and the silver words pouring
from your gilded lips; every breath you take is a song echoing
through my heart, breaking off the
A World Without RainbowsA World Without Rainbows4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A World Without Rainbows - Act I: The First Breach
Chapter 1 - Entrada
The voice carried authority. It was the voice of a pony who had the situation under control, who knew what she was doing at all times, almost laughter in the face of peril. But it was also an honest voice, one of compassion and loyalty, one whose softness came not from weakness, but from kindness. It was a magical voice. Most of all, it was a voice of royalty, and it spoke again.
"Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia. "Pray tell, what do you think you are doing?"
In the middle of the large chamber, the unicorn pony Twilight Sparkle searched desperately for an exit, but the royal guards had already blocked them all. The question gave her reason to pause, and she wondered what she was doing. She didn't remember how she had gotten here, only that she needed to escape.
One of the guards, an earth pony named Silver Shiel
writing on the walli am your mother before she knew you, before you intruded upon her womb and painted bloodied messages on her gummy walls and let your foot imprint itself inside her pinking skin and left all your sunrises behind and tried to peer from outside her skin to see where the air might touch and turn and make you.writing on the wall7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
(she misses you, you know. you should visit her more often.)
i am your mother before she met your father, in a can on the street inside a restaurant around the corner all her life for the first time, and she rubbed her fingers against her eyes trying to muster some form of strangled black tears but all that was left were little red marks identifying exactly where the fingers hit and almost broke through, and she keeps a straight face all the way till the end; hers.
(when she talks, she strokes the white roses you promised to give her. i never
know quite what to tell her, so i tell her, "soon, i
do you know?01.do you know?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't pu
Anthem for the Underdog - KaHiYou say you know just who I am,Anthem for the Underdog - KaHi7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But you cant imagine,
What waits for you across the lie,
You thought you had me
The Jashinists familiar yell of frustration resounded deftly through the Akatsuki lair for what was probably the umpteenth time that day. He sat down heavily on his bed, running a hand through his hair and sighing.
Why? He asked, not looking up at his unmasked partner. Kakuzu had seated himself in an armchair across the room, his arms folded, looking highly affronted. What was it really that bad?
yes, Hidan. Kakuzu said quietly. It really was. He leaned forward on his knees, weaving his fingers through his long black hair and sighing. I dont want to do this Hidan I want to think you can change but it never seems to happen. Im just tired of it.
But Im still here,
And Im tired of backing down
Hidans face was an odd shade of
citizen outsidermass, densitycitizen outsider4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've never been a participant,
but i think i see now.
i've read your pain in the newspaper, between the lines,
in television broadcasts and radio interruptions,
spilling out your eyes
i've never understood,
because i wasn't there,
wasn't old enough to understand
[we had a model airplane, i remember,
full of plastic, blank-faced souls:
i made it crash
and they all went falling down]
there were clouds encircling my head
as you stood trying to thaw from the ice of shock,
break through waves of reformulation
i was gone.
"it makes us a nation,"
you say, between gasped breaths,
"it makes us whole."
i feel that i've missed something.
The God of so muchWhat is God the God of?The God of so much4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
He is the God of many things
He is the God of Eternity
The God of Time
The God of the Dimensions
He is the God of Heaven
The God of the Seraphim
The God of the Cherubim
The God of the Archangels
The God of the Angels
He's the God of the universe
The God of the Super-clusters
The God of the Milky Way Galaxy
The God of the Solar System
The God of the sun
The God of the planets orbiting the sun
The God of the Earth
The God of the moon
He is the God of the sky
The God of day
The God of night
The God of light
The God of the atmosphere
The God of the clouds
The God of the four winds
The God of rain
The God of thunder and lightning
The God of mist and dew
The God of snow and ice
The God of the northern lights
The God of rainbows
He is the God of the four seasons
The God of spring
The God of summer
The God of autumn
The God of winter
He is the God of water
The God of the ocean
The God of the seas
The God of lakes
The God of rivers
The God of streams
The God of pools
PetalsPetals6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your lips' soft petals
brushing the nape of my neck,
spring's first offering.
The SurpriseWhen he woke up today, Canada couldn't see a reason for people to not remember his name. It was his birthday, his special day. People had to remember, right?The Surprise4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a world meeting that day, and he was actually excited. Of course, he didn't expect anything from the other nations; just a birthday wish would be nice. Just acknowledgement would be better than a card or present.
However, it wasn't to be.
He had arrived in the meeting room and as soon as he walked inside with a small smile, no one even looked his way. He walked to his brother and America had waved at him and not even asking how he was, he just launched into a full description of the new videogame he had bought and how it 'totally wasn't scary and he totally wasn't freaked out'. Canada just sighed and listened as he always did. With America, when he was in the middle of talking about something it was hard to get a word in.
Canada just stood there as his brother flailing around and talking at the top of his voice, and even
A World Without Rainbows 10A World Without Rainbows 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Act II: The Twilight Hour
Part 1 - Science in the Library
Rainbow Dash watched, bewildered, as the stallion with the hourglass mark practically danced across the library. His brown mane hung over his head, bobbing with each step he took, of which there were many. Everything about him seemed to be at a quicker pace than the world around him, as if his heart beat twice as fast, or perhaps twice as hard.
It was the day after Twilight had taken the other ponies down to the lake to explain the truth. In the mean time, Applejack, who seemed to have taken over as the leader of the group and representative of their Twilight, had permitted the other Twilight access to the lab in the library's basement, on the off chance that something there would help them discover a way to cross over or retrieve Twilight. Fluttershy had gone into the Everfree forest to talk to Zecora, since it appeared the zebra knew more than she let on.
While it seemed Zeco
Saihate- A Vocaloid FanfictionThe blue haired boy and the green haired girl sat next to each other quietly in a flowery field, his hand on top of hers. They were gazing up at the sky, watching the clouds and making shapes out of them. It was a nice, quiet day. The breeze was light, and the sun was shining softly on the world.Saihate- A Vocaloid Fanfiction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey the blue haired boy said, turning towards the girl. Its that day. You do remember it, right? The girl nodded back, a hint of sadness in her eyes. The sorrow quickly faded though, replaced by joy and a cheery smile.
Yeah, I remember, she answered, leaning closer to the boy. How can I forget it?
It was a day like any other. At least, it started that way. Kaito had taken Miku to the park, ate some ice cream there, and were now returning. Miku walked by Kaitos side, clinging onto his arm.
So howd you like the ice cream? Kaito asked, his voice sounding like a soft wind.
It was nice, Miku r
Just Because I'm a MormonJust because I'm a MormonJust Because I'm a Mormon8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not gay
I'm not anti-opinionated
I'm not a suck-up.
Just because I'm a Mormon
Don't discriminate against me
Don't expect me to be perfect
Don't think I'm stuck-up.
Just because I'm a Mormon
Don't judge my church by my actions
Don't think I'm arrogant
Don't think I have no freedoms.
Just because I'm a Mormon
I'm not confined
I'm not conformed
I'm not going to condemn you.
Just because I'm a Mormon
Don't think I'm oblivious
I'm not all flowers and sunshine
Don't think I'm prejudiced.
Just because I'm a Mormon-
Treat me like a Christian would.
Room 307Eisoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors or seeing one's own reflectionRoom 3077 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sat there on the bed, my legs pulled close to my chest, head resting on my knees. It was the only way I could make myself comfortable in that impossibly uncomfortable room. How could anyone be comfortable in a room with blank, white walls, one window with drab white blinds, and stark white sheets on a stiff mattress. A stiff mattress on a cot. I didn't know how it could really be considered a bed. And who could forget the sterile, white tiles beneath the legs of the cot.
Room 307; my living Hell.
Whoever was the cruel soul who decided it would be a good idea to look me in this room needed to spend a week or two in it themselves. I would have been perfectly fine outside of that room. I would have survived out there. It would have been hard, but I would have. Then they decided to lock me up.
"The 300 wing is for our... special cases," I heard someone say on the other side of the locked door. A doctor or someone must