Cannon Ball RockCannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball rockCannon Ball Rock6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cannon balls last and cannon balls blast
Rowing and blowin' up ships is so fun
Now a great battle has begun
Cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball rock
Cannon balls shoot at stomping of boots
Fighting and smiting in Port Royal Square
In the salty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Cannon ball time, commit all crimes
To go sailin' on a breezy day
Oh bugger, cannon ship, trim all the sails
Sailing beyond the docks
Mix and a-mingle as we all set sail
That's the cannon ball rock
That's the cannon ball
That's the cannon ball
That's the cannon call rock
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
half-hearted howlhalf-hearted howl8 years ago in Other More Like This
I remember a time:
Silver rivers, silver sky-
but with broken wings of mine
I was way too weak to fly.
I remember waterponds
with a crystal water stream
but while diving into time
I was too afraid to dream.
I remember starry skies
when at night the moon shone bright-
but though seeing all that magic
I was never satisfied.
I remember green meadows
When the wind blew through the willows-
but I'd hide in the shadows
and was glad to be alone.
I remember silent nights
the screams of a winter owl
but when sitting in my corner
I couldn't even try to howl.
I remember my old house
and my loving family-
but I didn't get along
and couldn't manage to be free.
I remember lovers face,
his eyes, his kiss, his lovely smile-
but I was afraid to fail
so I took away his life.
Dancing with the DeadYou love to dance with the dead,Dancing with the Dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tango warm in the dark
as your slippers
barely skim the night
under the willow spun moon.
You let them lead you
and pull you close
and gently trace
the blues of your face,
where stars hunt and steal
like shadow puppets.
You let them court you
and bed you,
the intimate twitch
of your silk
parting under fingers
that beg to touch your memories.
You let them explore
and feast on
the mystery of your limbs
as they fall against the sky,
watching you move
like a ghost
out under the slippery elms,
plucking ragged fire
from your youth.
Mayn LiblingYou sometimes wonder where the time goes. But only sometimes because after thinking about it, you soon realize that it gets eaten. Consumed entirely by marching band, from the start of May to the start of November.Mayn Libling5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the last practice of the season, and you try to remember how everything started back in May when you first got the music for the show. It sounded awful, yet you hope that you never got rid of the videos you recorded from that one particular woodwind rehearsal.
You are now being told to get into a fundies block starting by the curb, and all you really want to do is go back inside and pretend that you aren't in band, because running to a cadence is not on your list of things that are fun. You still fall into place as the first person in the second row on the left, in a line with all of the other section leaders.
"Left! Left! Lefty righty left!"
You repeat the line as everyone's feet hit the pavement in time
Poem 82Love in its purest formPoem 825 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did he and her share
Forever and back
Enough to make Romeo's love
Seem a school boy crush
As the young man sang her love songs
The girl would gently yawn and lay against him
Watching the fountain in this sacred garden they stole away to
And he held her close as he sang
No darkness to behold
As the two were bright in the light of love
He brushed her hair from her face
Looked into her beautiful eyes
And whispered softly the three words
That only they could truly ever know
IntoxicatedIntoxicated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you paint your mouth smug
and don't answer my questions
is more appealing after
my second gin and something
when the night throws up its hands
and feels like dancing.
I like how you smack me with words
and call me the names
you read in art magazines
and you like
how I trip over my tongue
when I catch you
lurking at my door
not wearing your shadow.
The Monster Under her BedThe Monster Under her Bed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It lived under her bed,
dining on dust bunnies
the size of Manhattan
and old report cards,
playing cats cradle with the dog,
and wore funny glasses
and old scarves to school.
It sang out of tune
at inappropriate times,
like holiday dinners
in front of the family
and the old parish priest;
and said naughty words
and spied on the neighbors
with busted binoculars.
It poured paint
down the mail chute
and scratched itself in church.
and broke the good china
and gobbled the cake
mama made for the bake sale,
(but wouldn't eat broccoli)
burping the alphabet
just for good measure.
And at the end of the day
when she crawled into bed,
it curled at her feet
and blew out the lights,
pulled up the blankets
and sent nightmares fleeing
like red rubber balls.
I Love YouWhenever I see youI Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart skips a beat,
It makes me warm
just to know you are there
in the room
Can the heart be explained
by science? Theology?
No, nothing can determine
how the heart will grow,
Though I may come to resent
my longing, my desire,
my love for you,
In my heart, I know it's true,
that I love you.
The BirthThe Birth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a girl!" the obstetrician said, holding the small, bloody infant up.
Cloud gasped in relief, tears of pain still running down his cheeks. Sephiroth was staring at the small creature the doctor was gently drying off and wrapping in a blanket. That was that was his child? He'd been expecting it, looking forward to it for so long he honestly did not know how to feel now that he saw it for the first time. His child. His baby. Surely he was supposed to find it overwhelming and beautiful, not a little bit unsettling and strange-looking.
"Oh, wow, she's got so much hair!" one of the nurses cooed. She took the swaddled baby and handed it to Sephiroth, "Congratulations!"
Sephiroth took the baby automatically, looking down at it with a mixture of feelings that he still wasn't sure how he felt about. The newborn blinked unfocused blue eyes at him. Blue, slit-pupil'd eyes.
She had his eyes. Oh, they were Cloud's in color, but other than that bright blue, they were exactly l
JuneJune6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children in bare feet
skim the surface of green,
their bright laughter
and the bee drone afternoon
fading in the trees
like lazy wind chimes
on a whitewashed porch.
The day's long perfume
settles under the sun
and draws out shadows
from behind garden gates
and old tire swings
where morning glory creeps and climbs
and gold bursts forth
on freckled lawns.
Picket fences break the blue
where latticework moths
flutter with lanterns in the trees
and cat tails like pan pipes
break the warmth
in jonquilled notes
that braid the world in June.
GlovesGloves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love is like
well worn gloves -
willow green soft
with supple fingers,
the tips taut
and splitting the cloth
textured like May,
urging me to peel back
the tight weave
and run my hands
under her fabric
and explore her seams.
with crevices like new milk,
bursting the stitches
where I run her threadbare
under my heart.
FiveMy son is five years old. These are just some things I never thought I'd say, hear, or witness...until I had a kid.Five3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Mom! Can we drop your car out of an airplane? It'd be super, super, really cool."
"What? NO, we cannot. Where did you get that idea?"
While petting the dog, I notice that his fur is sticky. And clumpy. Naturally, I confront my prime suspect to begin my investigation.
"Do you know why Ivan's fur is sticky?"
"Yes! I put glue stick on him."
"Oh my God. Why did you do that?"
"Because he likes it. And, I wanted to."
"Mom, I need Cool Ranch Doritos really, really badly, or I may die."
(While in the bathroom, talking to himself): "Hello penis, is that you? I'm so glad you're here."
"Why won't you eat these peas? You used to love them when you were a baby."
"I am not a baby anymore,
Lady GrayLady Gray6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one suspected
she had blood
all over her tiny white hands
like sad red prayers
tucked into immaculate doeskin
and hidden from the world.
She kept count of her bad deeds
like a strand of rosary beads
suspended from her wrist
savoring each remembrance
vibrating on the chain
with a self-indulgent smile
And her sweet face bore no years
and her delicate fingers
left no trace
of the crimes
hanging inside her mouth
the hook and eye of her lips
stained like a broken bird.
But an artist had caught
the sockets behind her eyes
bulleted like wormwood
and where her cheekbones caved
under sallow flesh
and the vibrations of that chain
scored the skin between her fingers
leaving the canvas ruined
and the paint cracking
under her heart.
Marching Band"Marching band isn't a sport!"Marching Band7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I beg to differ.
What makes Marching Band so different?
Some say it doesn't match the definition of sports.
Well let's see what the definition is.
Sports: An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of
rules or customs and often undertaken competitively. An active pastime;
So... the way I see it,
marching band is no different from a sport
The Marching band uses maybe
twice the physical exertion then a lot of other sports.
Sure football players get tackled while running up and down the field;
swimmers swim so many laps they feel as though they can't move their legs.
And other sports are similar
But the marching band runs across the field to a fro,
and our only break is a two minute ballad
where we are still moving but at a slower pace
And I don't see any of those swimmers holding a instrument
and playing into it while doing what their doing.
And Marching band is an activity governed by rules.
40 Things Reno is not allowed40 Things Reno is not allowed to do.40 Things Reno is not allowed6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inspired by the one and only Hiita-himes 213 things Zack Fair is not allowed to do, but much shorter, because I have the patience of a Remnant with a sushi box.
1. Get a pet Tonberry
2. Delete Soldier files to get space for download porn on ShinRa computers
3. Even if said porn was meant to be shared
4. Cait Sith is not flammable, cant drown, cant starve to death if locked in a cupboard, is not to common diseases and I am not allowed to try this just because he shed fur on my burrito once.
5. This is not Sparta. This cant be stressed enough
6. Nobody is taking the hobbits to Isengard
7. An electro-club is not a dildo. Most people learn this after one attempt
8. Tsengs spot is not a sniper light, and I shouldnt try to tackle him to the floor
9. Spread rumors that Hojo is using the First Class Soldiers living bodies for incubation of Jenova spawns.
10. Not even if I got proof
SorcerySorcery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stuff of dreams,
that soft collision
of gently worn ghosts
and the fraying edges
of summer nights,
pools under the sky
like the backwater of heaven.
Rifts of melodies,
caught round your fingers,
court and spark
the softest demons -
full of poetry
and sweet oaths;
and dark stars,
bright as crickets,
glister with agate
against the window.
You wear me
like linen and cloves,
fine smoke from storms
and the echo of midnight,
caught under your spell.
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
Matty CakeMatty Cake, Matty Cake,Matty Cake6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mob Boss Man,
Light Me A Cig As Fast As You Can,
Get Shot Too,
Thanks A Lot Mello,
It's All Cuz'a You!
*To The Tune Of Patty Cake
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
Just A GirlI am a girl. I'm just like any other teenage girl my age. I have breasts. I have wide hips and a round ass. But I also have feelings. And a name. My appearance isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't have the beautiful hourglass figure guys are attracted to. You only seem to notice the insignificant things. You don't seem to notice that I am self-conscious person. I'm shy. I wear glasses for reading and worry about people calling me names like 'four eyes'. I wear baggy clothes to hide my body because I'm unhappy with the way I look. I've never had a boyfriend because every time a guy tries to talk to me I fumble, stutter and only end up making a fool of myself. You know this, you got the first-hand experience. I don't have any friends because I'm afraid to let people get to know the real me. The person I keep locked inside. My mum is my best friend. I have no siblings. My father left us before I was born. I work at a book store because my mum is always working and we need the money. IJust A Girl5 years ago in Teen More Like This
ImpressionsI see you with your hardened gaze of stoneImpressions3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your Judgement is strong as your anger, Ma'am
Your flawless frame is still at core bone
As is mine, yet to you I am a lamb
Ready to be raised and brought to Slaughter
You are strong but be cautious where you tread
You, Queen, are not made of stone and mortar,
What appears as Gold can in fact be Lead.
Tainted though I am, perfection's not my aim
While here I stand I can feel my mind grow
I know hate can only make the soul lame
And someday you must reap the dark seeds you sow.
But alas my time grows ever short
And the Irony of my judgment wears thin
So as always before harsh retort
You should consider what may be within.
Even as your cold dark eyes judge me
Remember that my eyes can also see.
Koimizu Chapter 4Koimizu Chapter 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Koimizu chapter 4.
"Just as I thought... I have to clean the classroom after school." Sasuke sighed as he made his way back to class. "Just great..." He continued. Completely annoyed by everything that had happened this day. "Sasuke!" Someone suddenly yelled. Sasuke looked at his friend. "What's wrong, Kiba?" Kiba was trying to catch his breath before he could tell him what was going on. "The teacher... The teacher from class 2b has been hospitalized!" Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "...and?" Sasuke asked confused. He really didn't get what he was trying to tell him. Sasuke continued walking while Kiba followed him. "Well... since the exams are getting closer the class she had..." Kiba continued but stopped as Sasuke stopped in front of the classroom door. The bag on his shoulder fell off.
Koimizu Chapter 17Koimizu Chapter 176 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Koimizu chapter 17.
"By the way, I forgot to ask. How did detention go with him yesterday?" Kiba asked him as they were heading home. "Don't even ask..." Sasuke said. It sounded negative but the blush on Sasuke's face changed that thought. Kiba smiled at him. "Ah, come on. You're not allowed to do anything so nothing could've happened, right?" Sasuke shook his head. "No! The teacher just left and... left us alone. Kiba! I was dying there you know!" Kiba burst out laughter. "Sure you were..."
"Sensei, can I ask you something?"
"Ah, what's wrong Kiba-kun?" The teacher asked him. Kiba sat down in front of her. "I have some troubles with my homework. I would love my parents to help me but thery're barely home. So I was wondering if you could help me..." He smirked. "...the 7th hour maybe?