comparisonI love you like an FBI agentcomparison6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
loves his confidentials
with outspoken disdain,
but with the silent reverence
of a bishop who
loves a ripened hooker
producing copious friction
on his neglected phallus,
as much as a poet who,
try as she might to find something new,
loves her used analogies,
the forgotten grandmother who
loves to visit the thrift store every
Saturday, waiting to die
while comparing prices on socks,
as if she were a mathematician
who loves quantifying events into numbers,
as much as I
our chains.Had we enough time, maybe in wordsour chains.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We would have found comfort
Felt the way our heartbeats
Danced a ballet, weaving together
Soft ribbons between our souls
And felt each tug
When we strayed too far.
But along our way
Our eyes would search
And to be found, sweet joys in others
And felt the weight of ribbons
Or gentle cobwebs bind our wrists
How are we meant to be free
When our lives are tangled so?
Where in each day, gathered together-
Our burden of chains, and in each pull
They tighten, until we realise
To be free, we must let go
ITITIT6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate it or love it
Keep it or trash it
Win it or lose it
Save it or cash it
Bring it or drop it
Sing it or stop it
Brace it or bash it
Match it or clash it
Make it or break it
Drink it or drive it
This it or that it
Kit it or Kat it
Smoke it or quit it
Swallow or spit it
But whatever you do
Perfect DayPerfect Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Using for own amusement. Making no profit. No © infringement intended.
Warning: Yaoi pairing, fluff overload
Pairing: Zack X Angeal
Setting: Crisis Core ??
Summary: Muffins: Zack is not the tidiest baker.
Type: One-shot ficlet request
"Wake up, pup," Angeal cooed softly leaning over Zack as he petted tousled hair, "I've made you breakfast."
Zack opened his sleepy eyes to gaze up adoringly at his mentor. "Chocolate spread on toast?" he mumbled hopefully.
"Not quite," replied Angeal, "Pancakes, but you can have them with chocolate spread if you want." He smiled down at Zack's suddenly bright face and large, puppy-like eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased," he chuckled.
Zack nodded vigorously and bounced out of bed and into the kitchen with almost childish glee. He stopped, however, when he saw what Angeal had done: the small table was
We're band geeksWere band geeks, we know it. We spent our summer in band camp which meantWe're band geeks6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
running around the high school and considered it fun. We spent the hours on the
field marching back and forth, and even longer on playing our instruments. Then at
the end of the day we would complain on how our feet and arms and anything
else hurt, but then would get up and do it all again. When school began we all
tried to stick together, being new to this grand school, and in the morning we
would hang out in the band hallway which we had come to refer to as home.
Weekdays spent on practice and homework, Friday nights spent on football
games. Saturday was our game day; we practice like it was band camp, and then
rode on a bus for hours to our competition. And we were all excited about
marching on the field, no matter where it was or how famous it was, we were
happy. Then we would arrive home in the early hours in the morning to go home
and sleep all day Sunday just to repeat the cycle Monday. B
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
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
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
Marching BandWe smell the turf, we feel it in our shoes. We march and march through the heat, and through the sun. We dont give up, for it is fun. We play our instruments and make music for the crowd. We love what we do and we are very proud!Marching Band4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Go Marching band!
Jack Better Watch OutJack better watch outJack Better Watch Out6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Will better not cry
Lizzie, don't pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list
And checking it twice
He knows pirates are naughty, not nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He saw Jack threaten Lizzie
He knows Lizzie killed Jack
He knows Will's trying to stay good
And help Jack get the Pearl back
Oi! Jack better watch out
Will better not cry
Lizzie, don't pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
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?6 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
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Cpt. Obvious walks into a bar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Koimizu Chapter 6Koimizu Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please don't read if you don't like malexmale.
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
The Bomber's Heir"Deidara?"The Bomber's Heir7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori rapped sharply on the bathroom door. There was no reply, or none that Sasori could hear. With a frustrated sigh, he pounded the door again and called once more for his partnet.
"DEIDARA. Are you done in there?"
A weak voice strained from inside. "N-no..."
"What the hell are you doing in there that's taking you so long?" Sasori knocked again, anger growing in his voice. "Dammit, Deidara, I'm coming in there." He heard no protest from the other as he shouldered his way into the room.
Sasori's blonde partner was slumped over near the toilet, knees up to his chest. Even though they weren't in close contact, Sasori could tell that Deidara was trembling, and his face was coated in sweat and had dulled to the color of wax paper.
"Are you sick again?" Sasori asked, almost disbeleiving. This had been the third time in a week that the bomber had taken ill.
Deidara looked up at him from his spot on the floor with a tear and sweat streaked face. "Mhm." Was the only re
To Have YouSomething in my chest is beating.To Have You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that my heart?
I guess since you're here with me,
You finally gave it back.
But why is it beating so fast?
Why can't I look away?
Your hallow eyes make my breathing stop.
The pain is becoming too much.
Tears start to form.
Before I know it they stream down my cheeks.
You turn your back to me one more time.
But I'm not letting you get away.
My fingers wrap around your wrist.
Your skin is so rough.
I'm temped to let go.
But I fight to hold on.
This is the last chance I'll get.
You don't turn around though.
You don't even notice me standing there.
My arm drops.
Have I really become that invisible to you?
You told me you loved me.
Was that just a lie too?
What happened to never leaving?
You promised I'd never lose you.
But you did leave.
I did lose you.
Just like I lost my reason to live.
You told me I changed.
I wasn't the girl you fell in love with.
But I didn't change.
I just trusted you e
The MasqueradesThe glimmering beauty is what people like to see.The Masquerades6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The perfection is only skin deep but
show something ugly and they get antsy.
They don't like reality, they don't have the guts.
Living to high expectations set by some strangers
who force us wearing masks like in a dancing party.
Giving us the skill to be top actors
who play a lots of acts daily.
The lines we speak are phony.
The loves we tell are all lies.
Yet the drama whores like the jokes coz they are funny.
They won't mind even if it's just a mere disguise
that we secretly despise....
High standard is what we all try to achieve.
Adore the winners, stay away from the losers.
All means justify the aim, that's what we believe.
Who cares the moral, everyone is a cheater!
A new cliché chapter is written everyday,
like some cheap soap operas we've seen for ages.
but who gives it a damned shit you might say.
That's just how the world goes, don't blame the bitches.
The live shows will keep going.
The masquerades are simply human luxur
I Love YouWhenever I see youI Love You3 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 Devil PlaygroundThe Devil PlaygroundThe Devil Playground6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love this so called rotten society
where human bees suck hard to its honey
Flying in circle over a Ransom Arnoldi
Sniffing the poisonous fume oh so willingly
The power blooms and opens a sickroom
for every blotchy heart that likes to sing
and so they leap with joy into their dooms
Everyone is racing for the one big swing
Lovely, it's like a contest of digging tombs
What a breathtaking sight I would adore
How those brats act cute but living like whores
with their envies and prides galore
this is a paradise I wouldn't have dreamed before
I once put my cold arms around a drunk mother
whispering wisdoms to bleed her baby dead
I laughed over that pitiful butcher
weeping her sanity started to fret
Aaah..... how I miss the stupid heads
Gosh, so many stories I'd like to share
but not that I know you wouldn't care
or maybe you're too weak, you just don't dare
You might be afraid I'll give you nightmares
But I'm so in love wi
Twilight EssayTwilight is not as important as you think it is.Twilight Essay5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
You know, I could say that and be done with this rant right now. However, its me and well, I actually like to prove my point. I have facts, unlike most who only rant about nonesense. Lets talk about the major problems: Mary Sueness, Cliches, and Grammatical Errors.
Bella is a Mary Sue
No shes not!! Youre wrong!! Youre just jealous cause you arent pretty like her!!11!!!one
Hmm you know, that might work if I didnt know what else to say or have anything to back me up. Lets just see what the dictionary has to say, shall we? (Please note though that the definition of a Mary Sue does vary and has become "muddied".)
A Mary Sue (sometimes just Sue), in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for thei
My StoryHave you ever stopped what you were doingMy Story6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No, I mean really stopped
Put down that pen, let it roll off your desk
Open your mind, what takes flight
Are those wings that you see, or is it just a dream
That merely seems fade away because
It cannot fly
Because life comes so fast
It's not always the wide open field that you see in Hollywood
You can't always be that superhero like that guy who saves the girl
And she just magically falls for him, just because
It was scripted to be that way
It's not always that beautiful romance
It's not what we want it to be
I was driving down that highway, when I saw him coming
I thought I was secure in my ways, like my life was fine
There were no surprises, and if there were, they'd quickly go away
But he surprised me that day, and we had almost collided
I turned that wheel, maybe too fast too soon
I lost control and spun around on that highway
at 70 mph that day
I hit that ditch with force from impact
No airbag was released
No injuries for me
Just my music
Too YoungThey say I'm too youngToo Young5 years ago in Open More Like This
Too little for his hands
Too fragile to be flung
Too young to understand
They say I'm too young
Too little for the streets
Too fragile to be hung
Too young to really see
They say I'm too young
Too little for your drugs
Too fragile for your tongue
Too young to hold your hug
They say I'm too young
Too little for myself
Too fragile to be among
Too young for my own health
I've been waiting for years now.
When will I actually be old enough
To face the world?
When He Would FrolicWhen He Would Frolic5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He was dancing. He was gliding around chairs and strangers, around tables and curtains, catered to the reaction of surprise and curiosity; he was laughing, unaware of its maniacal tone or, as before, of its effect. His grin was an open urgency to the spirit and language of his passion, and it bled warmth; and it spoke twirls and dives; and it bellowed curves and maneuvers from arm to arm, locked together; and between them, hands that caressed each finger, tips that sliced at air. He should have been breathless; he should have been tired and spent, but he was dancing, and he was laughing; and he refused to stop. He had circled each table four times, each chair eight times, and between each curtain enough times to recall its lavender embrace with his eyes clutched and his ears alert.
He was dancing until he opened his eyes and found that everyone had left.
Room 307Eisoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors or seeing one's own reflectionRoom 3076 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