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
the Hundred Year FarceThe Hundred Year Farcethe Hundred Year Farce6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
a PLAY in brief
[Open on a bus stop with bench, currently unoccupied. OLD MAN enters slowly from SR, hobbles to and sits on the far side of the bench. He takes a sighing breath, then extricates a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He places one in his mouth, lights it, and smokes contentedly. There is the sound of a scuffle off SR, and YOUNG MAN is thrown bodily onto the stage, where he staggers to his feet, somewhat drunk.]
YOUNG MAN: Just you wait til I'm sober again! [Nearly falls twice] but until then, I'll give you time to think about it. [He weaves his way to the near side of the bench and gestures to it] this seat taken? [OLD MAN shakes his head, and he sits.]
OLD MAN: The fighting any good tonight son?
YOUNG MAN: The best in weeks. [Peers at OLD MAN] Do I know you?
OLD MAN: Nope.
YOUNG MAN: But I just saw you in the bar.
OLD MAN: You're the only man I know that professes to
half-hearted howlhalf-hearted howl7 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.
Places-4: ClosetPlaces-4: Closet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource of our times.
The darkness beyond the closeted door
Belonged to her. She had stayed there
Before I arrived and opened the door.
She wouldnt share her darkness with me.
She fought like a wild animal. Following
The two most important things in the closet
The animal instinct. And shadows
Darker than the darkness. And hence, glowing.
Her strength and her pace drew me to her.
I fought back.
We fought for many days. Continuously.
And then, like it happens with all fights,
We forgot why we fought.
The reason fell short of perpetuating forever.
And our fight went beyond the boundaries of reason.
Slowly, we came to realize that the fight
Had become something we looked forward to.
An excuse to each others company.
We knew each other by the smell of sweat.
And touch. We fought f
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
amuto love story chapter 1 amuto love storyamuto love story chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
in a faraway broken down church lays a girl who watched over the events that caused te biggest confusion for one amu hinamori. The sleeping girl got up from her coffin and smirked as she looked out the window. her purple hair layed messily on her face. "the humpty lock and dumpty key were made for each other." she wispered "its destiny, but like all things it needed a push." she smirked as her blood red eyes scanned the forest and locked on the couple. "who knew so many things lied in the way, i can only make sure it happened. i'll tell you the amuto love story." she smiled widely just thinking about it. "Uhay.." a gaurdian
Fuck HatersFuck haters 'cause they're the ones to blameFuck Haters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When gay kids get depressed and take their lives each day.
These haters bag on gay kids and make them feel like shit,
Haters tell gays to give up on life and quit.
Girls liking girls and guys liking guys,
Continuing to tease, leading to suicide.
Fuck haters, they tell the gay kids to go "away."
We'll all band together and make those haters pay.
** Who are they to say what's right and what's "gay?" **
Your anti-gay votes help slit their throats.
They sit around and mope, slip their necks through the rope.
STR8 & AGAINST H8!
DON'T BE H8IN ON THE HOMOS!
SOME KIDS ARE GAY, THAT'S OK!
SOME DUDES MARRY DUDES, GET OVER IT!
SOME CHICKS MARRY CHICKS, GET OVER IT!
YES TO PROP8! NOH8! FCKH8!
The ImpossibleI want to pick each rain drop out of the skyThe Impossible4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And place them side by side in my pocket
I want to glue every grain of sand on the beach
Into a collage shaped to look like you
I want to strum a guitar with an alien head
To the song we first danced to
I want to tie us together forever
With every emotion I've ever felt for you
I want to do all the impossible
Just so I can prove my love to you
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
ITITIT5 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
Always and foreverDid you ever leaveAlways and forever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did know I woke up to your voice
Tears in my eyes
My heart stopped
As I remembered your dead
Till this day I still dream of you
Does that mean you always with me
In my heart
How I wish you could see me
How I wish to see you just this once
Did you know he called just like he does every year in your memory
Since you have past
Would you smile
Would you be proud
They tell me you would
But how will I ever know
Your gone after all
All I want is to see you again
Just one last time but that will never be enough
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 Libling4 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
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 Girl4 years ago in Teen More Like This
Goddess of DarknessEvil is Light and Good is Darkness: Darkness can exist without light, but even the brightest, strongest light casts a shadow.Goddess of Darkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She died a thousand horrible deaths,
Breathed a thousand painful last breaths
She held tight to her love
the light shining from above.
As the evil light drove away the darkness
No-one could find the goddess
For she hung above the battle like death
and breathed her last breath:
She sacrificed her life;
cut through the light like a knife.
The evil God of Light has fallen,
Her sacrifice destroyed him
As I stood and watched helplessly
my hand outstretched futilely.
My mother, my Goddess,
the root of dark goodness,
found eternal rest in the ether.
She watches from the skies
But she doesn't float; she flies
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
Midnite MayhemHave you ever felt so lonelyMidnite Mayhem6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
being surrounded by many?
People keep talking
like voices from some bees buzzing.
Have you ever felt so fake
laughing over things that make your heart ache?
The silhouettes keep walking around you
like some ghosts you are not sure who.
The spiral of madness leads you to no end of it.
Everything seems getting less bit by bit.
Not much of what you say means as much as before.
The words just decorate my mind like waves to the shore.
Hate me for I've never really stopped liking you.
For living like this, for making you get screwed.
For thinking about lies over and over again,
adding more and more layers of pain.
Shred my heart since it has stopped beating.
Burn it to ashes since it has died longing.
The touch of those hundreds hands keeps playing in my head
drunk me into the vicious melody of the living dead.
Drop by drop.... the poison dips my illusion
of you who has long gone in the memory dungeon.
The never returned king leaves the shining crown dimmed
Green EyesA ghost moving through the halls,Green Eyes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone and feeling nothing,
not even the cold of floor planks
as snow covered white feet touch them gently.
Awaken in the middle of the night,
A guardian angel looms overhead,
A ghost of no one.
Watching the flowers fade from the vase,
Turning to gray,
As snow covered feet walk down these halls.
Silent screams echoing through the empty hallways,
Photos of loved ones fading to white,
A prophetic vision turning to dust in the light.
Snow covered white feet stop and connect with the ice.
Falling in love at first sight,
But never seeing him ever again,
Forgetting the oranges in the crystal bowl
Next to the window.
Watching the small red flower in a colorless world.
Howls ring off in the distance,
As snow covered feet walk down steep stairs.
A single tree amongst a circle of graying ash,
Tall and ancient,
Looming over the abandoned house
Reaching into the sky full of stars on a cloudless night,
Sparkling diamonds in the
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 Christian1 year 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
A True Christian . . . .A True Christian . . . .4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A True Christian does not calls Christianity a religion, but a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. (John 15:14-15, Hebrews 13:5, John 10:27-28, Proverbs 17:17, Job 5:19, Psalm 37:39)
A True Christian does not do good deeds so that he/she can get to heaven (for through Jesus Christ, he has a place in heaven), but so that you can take care of you fellow man and to love one another. (Romans 3:9-31, John 15:17, Luke 10:25-37, Ephesians 2:8-10)
A True Christian does not condemn others for their sins for God did not sent his son to the world to condemn it, but to save it through him. (John 3:17, Luke 6:37, 1 Peter 2:22)
A True Christian sings, dances, and praises God not so that he/she can impress other people or God, but because he/she loves God and his son. (Matthew 22:37-39)
A True Christian speaks for those who can't speak for themselves. (Proverbs 31:8-9)
A True Christian does not hate people, but sins. For those
10-step guide to every mangaShonen-style manga/anime basic Overlying plotlines and archetypes explained by the numbers:10-step guide to every manga6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1- Create a fictional world much like earth, but with mystical-themed elements. Any underlying theme is fine (Ninjas, Pirates, Ghosts, Martial Artists from Outer Space, Etc.) as long as it is distinctly Japanese, and all follows the same plot-formula you see here.
2- Create main character (must be male) with a personality that is upbeat, fearless, and confident--yet naive, socially inept, and child-like. Must be a genious when it comes to fighting, but a borderline boob when it comes to every other aspect in life--that way he can be a serious badass as well as comic relief.
In his past, he must have had
A: a wise mentor who taught him everything he knows
B: lived compltely alone and learned everything he knows through raw survival skills
C: a comination of both.
Include a tragic event (in most cases, the loss of his mentor) which drives him to achieve a nearly-i
Matty CakeMatty Cake, Matty Cake,Matty Cake5 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
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.Why Shota and Loli are bad4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
Band Days, Band DazeBand Days, Band Daze5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Band Days, Band Daze
Oh! To wake up in the morning to
The smell of polished brass,
This is the wake up call for a musician of the Senior Band Class.
We enter the band room organized, which we rehearsed,
It is common knowledge that the flute players go in first.
You might ask...
"Isn't that extra work? Why don't you just go in instead of making it into a big deal?"
And I would answer..
"It is only a big deal if you make it into one."
After we set up the room we take out our books and read,
Waiting, waiting for the moment that
All of us are freed.
The moment that we are allowed to take
Our instruments out to play,
This is only the beginning of a musical day.
You might ask...
"Why read books in band?"
And I would answer...
"You should not limit reading only to books."
Long tones, tuning, scales, more,
But before we start we must close the door,
And turn off the phone to make sure that
It won't ring,
So that we won't be distracted by anything.
You might ask...
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.Five2 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,