i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
You Don't Know ItI miss youYou Don't Know It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know it.
I think of you
You don't know it.
I still want you
You don't know it.
I'm on a pier, dreaming of you
You don't know it.
The wind whispers your name
Only I can hear it.
I want to be with you
No one knows it.
I'm SorryI'm Sorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
This used to be my playgroundThis used to be my playground10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This used to be my playground,
Where I played without a care,
Now it's covered in graffiti,
And there are needles everywhere.
This used to be my corner shop,
A friendly place within,
Now someone's gone and torched it,
Because of the owners coloured skin.
This used to be my street
Where neighbours helped each other,
Now people keep to themselves,
As if hiding undercover.
This used to be my town,
That had a vibrant hub.
Now people have been shot at,
As they come out of the pub.
This used to be my country,
Of which I was so proud
Now everything's gone downhill,
And going back is not allowed.
This used to be my world,
And I'd love to have it back.
But I've replaced the rose-tinted glasses,
With a new pair - all in black.
FragileI'm okay with beingFragile8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gripping the folds of too-big sweater,
like an extra skin
to compensate for her own,
pulled tight over a collection
I'm okay with being
while yet imagining her hip bones,
to be hips
knowing that she would never
achieve the hourglass femininity
I'm okay with being
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
Gru's Plea. . .Gru's Plea. . .5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
***Normally I don't post summeries. But this is too important not to.
For those of you who already know "Despicable Me," back and fourth. This little scenario fits right into place. I actually pictured this as a deleted scene that wasn't shown in the movie. It would take place right after Gru rescued the girls from Vector. Although the following scene in the movie shows them back in their room, there is one thing that still had to happen. . . .
Gru's Plea. . .
Nothing but the GreenNothing but GreenNothing but the Green12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I see nothing but the green
Playing out a graceful scene
I see nothing but the stars
Even as my fingers count the scars
I see nothing but your face
Even in this place
I want to see blue
But all I see is you
Nothing but the green.
Every day I walk the same path, from Ino-pig's family's flower store to the Hidden Leaf Hospital, clutching in my hands a single daffodil. I had long ago stopped bringing two, since the other one was never there to receive it, and even if he was, secretly I wondered if he would have cared.
Probably not, the bastard.
Which I mustn't think, because this is Sasuke-kun after all and he is the number one rookie and a genius. He's cold and aloof and talented, which, oddly enough, makes him all the more attractive. Sexy, mysterious, cruel. The more he pushes away the more girls want him.
But to be honest, that only works for so long. Many of the other female shinobi have been too busy to spare him a thought. Those that do see him often enough to
Despicable Days Chap 2 part 2Marvel couldn't take this anymore; he had to get away from his friend, just for a minute so he could collect his thoughts. As scary as the idea was he decided to head back in the kitchen and check up on Dante and Euryale.Despicable Days Chap 2 part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He really hadn't understood what Gru meant when he said his kids could take care of themselves until he walked back into the entrance way again.
Marvel's head spun at the sight. The little girl, Agnes, was sitting on Mr. Dante's lap, looking up at him with hopeful eyes and chatting away. Mr. Dante looked exasperated at his situation, but still he didn't remove her.
" And I want a stuffed unicorn, and a coloring book, and a house made out of gummy bears OH! And a real live unicorn! And umm umm "
Mr. Dante looked at his female partner in desperation. "Must I do this?"
Mrs. Euryale rubbed her temple. "This is much better than its incessant whining, now shut up and be Santa Clause for the little brat."
Disgruntled, the older man looked back dow
Dandeion Milk: SakuLeeOnce upon a time, a classmate told Lee to put dandelion milk in his tea. Said it'd be sweet.Dandeion Milk: SakuLee9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lee had been eleven. He was by most measures a failure, and he was never well-liked. His classmates saw him as a loser, and rejection was a thing he'd long grown used to.
It was just another obstacle to overcome.
That was how he saw his life, after all: just one long list of things to overcome. He was an optimist, but most people didn't realize that only a part of it was his natural cheer. True, Rock Lee was happy kid, and a deeply caring, sincerely good child in ways that nobody else was, but he also was smart, and he also was realistic. That is why he gave up on ninjutsu and genjutsu. He held no false ideals of perfecting skills he was doomed to fail at.
But it was also this realism that helped him to understand that if he did not hope with all of his being, he would lose himself.
Once upon a time, a classmate told Lee to put dandelion milk in his tea. Said it'd be sweet.
R-eD: .exe CompendiumAUTHORS NOTER-eD: .exe Compendium8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
This is a compiled and edited collection of all the information I have regarding the .exe species.
PLEASE NOTE that while it also points this out in the official introduction, much of this information pertains to the Near-Future. However, most of the things I write or submit are relative to the present, so many of the things discussed here have not happened or do not exist yet. Please keep that in mind while you are reading it, thanks. :3
-a) Brief Intro
-b)The original Shiva
-b) .exe Factory #16
-c) Fissure Co
-d) Firewheel Industries
III) .exe Information
-b) standard.exe morph forms
-a) A few tech examples
Of Pirates and Ninjas The sun stared down at a figure running through the park of a city. Long white tail streaming out behind him, brown trench coat fluttering cape-like in the wind, the anthropomorphic white dragon vaulted over a bench, scattering pigeons and startling an elderly dragoness. Of course, before the old one could begin to shout at the irresponsible young dragon, five dragonesses stampeded around and over the same bench, scaring the elder half to death.Of Pirates and Ninjas6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The white dragon knew that he was running out of time; he was not built for lengthy sessions of running and acrobatics. True, studying a bit of parkour helped him out a great deal in putting distance between him and his pursuers, but he never had that much stamina in the first place. Already he was panting, his breath visible despite the rather warm day.
Taking a sharp right turn, he exited the park and
GodHear me, GodGod10 years ago in Open More Like This
See my Tears?
See them, God?
See my Fears?
Did you make them God?
See this Pain?
Did you cause it God?
Anymore you want to Gain?
Hear my Sream?
Do you hear it God?
Its more than just a Dream.
See it God?
This pain, do you feel It?
Do you God?
Doesnt it Tear you to Bits?
Does it God?
Is this how you show your Love?
Is it God?
Enjoying it from the heaven above?
Just For One Thing - Part 1Just For One Thing - Journal Entry 1Just For One Thing - Part 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
God, I'm washed up. Sure, on the outside I'm a horrid, rude, nasty boy who struts about insulting nearly every one I see. But, in reality, I'm kind of lonely. Those offs Crabbe and Golye only follow me about because of my father. And a damn fool he is. I expect he has no idea how much I loathe him. The git. I was afraid of him for years. No, not of Father, of Voldemort. My father is one of his closest. And I hate him for it. My father is too absorbed in his "Dark Lord" to even notice I've rebelled. Not rebelled, really, more like resisted. He always talks of how powerful his "Dark Lord" has become and how killing Harry Potter will bring him ultimate power. Fool. Once Voldemort has this power, he isn't going to share it. Most likely, he will kill everyone. And I'm part of that everyone. And it's hell being part of everyone and the son of a power-hungry bastard like Lucious Malfoy at the same time. I wish someone would take me in, mentor me. Professor
Holly: SakuLeeThis is how it begins.Holly: SakuLee9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I am Rock Lee! The beautiful green beast of Konoha!"
Oh brother, who was this guy? This had to be some kind joke. Who in their right minds would recommend this guy for the chuunin exams?
Well, Gai-sensei of course, but Sakura hadn't known that at the time.
There were two things about Rock Lee that you just couldn't ignore. One was his questionable taste in clothing. Though really, the big issue there was his questionable taste in role models, since all he was doing was emulating his less-than-average teacher, but alas, I digress.
The other thing was the eyebrows. Oh gods, the eyebrows. Seriously, had this kid ever looked in a mirror?
Ack! He was blowing kisses at her. Sakura freaked and nimbly dodged each of the 'attacks' he sent her way. She couldn't believe her luck. Naruto and now this freak; why did she only attract weirdos?
Oh, Naruto cha
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
Field Of TearsIt's rainingField Of Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I can't help but to think
that you forgot
I close my eyes
and open my mind's door
I see fields of bottles
they're labeled TEARS
an each has its own
specific date and time
Then there's you
Holding an armload of
much larger than mine
One by One
you empty the bottles
until there are no more
you look at me
I run to you
but no matter how far I get
You only move farther away
And when you finally disappear
I realize that you never moved
I was running in the wrong direction
SpyingSpyingSpying8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Illusion of the Mirror
Sakura Haruno was bored. Actually, she was really bored. True, she could do most anything she wanted; it wasnt like it was raining or anything. But the thing was, she just didnt feel like doing anything. Argh, its the double edged kunai of being lazy and bored at the same time. So here she was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling and wishing that something would happen, anything.
Sakura, her mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I need you to hang the laundry up to dry! Oh come on, she didnt mean that type of anything! As the dictator commands, she muttered to herself. She shook her head at her own strangeness. Geez, Sakura, youre so bored youre talking to yourself.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Sakuras mother handed her a basket full of wet clothes. Make sure that you hang them so they dont wrinkle. Sakura had to fight ma
DP - LamentDP - Lament10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day my world ended was a regular day
No gloom, no storms, nor portents of doom
It was his world that ended that day, not mine
So I thought, but it was his tragedy that brought
Disaster to many and destruction to us all
His grief that was boundless, the guilt his alone to recall
Had I but known, could I have prevented his fall?
Blind in my hatred, set firm in my course
Deaf then to sound reason, now full of remorse
The tragedy cruel, but none knew the force
Even now almost none know that it was the source
The prelude to rampage, sign of what was to come
Few saw the warnings in that young face so glum
In an instant his world was thrown to the wind
That most dear to him, his friends and his kin
Lost forever, gone to the sky
Proof of his failure, mark of his shame
Sign of his weakness, with none else to blame
With home empty solace, and school no reprieve
Silence around him, left alone to grieve
He needed a friend, and it was me that he sought
I swore I would listen as h
Silly HeartsSilly Hearts11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm drawing silly hearts on notebook paper.
Comparing sights of nature
to how I feel for you.
I'm spelling out your name close to mine.
Give me another minute
and it'll be written on every line.
And then I'm with you and I can't hold on for life.
All the things I want to tell you,
but there's a wall I can't get through.
And the silence, I know,
is killing both of us.
But what can I do?
I'm writing poems that just don't make any sense.
Cause they're scattered thoughts
and on paper they're a mess.
I'm having conversations with you in my mind,
but then I pick up the phone
and all thought gets left behind.
And all logic and confidence goes out the door.
All the things I need to say,
but I can't get out this way.
And the silence, I know,
is killing both of us
But what can I do?
If I tell you anything
will you stay?
If you find out who I am
won't you run away?
Can I trust you with a secret,
because you can't just learn me then up and go.
And I find I'm backing up...
Learning that if I just k
UnlikelyLike a brother to me.Unlikely10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a close friend.
I would never have guessed to find what I found in you where I found you.
You cheer me up.
You fuel me desire for fun.
You point out the little things so many never see.
Then you put up with me obsessing over those things.
You humor me.
You've watched me grow up.
Two weeks at a time.
You've seen me thru relationships.
Talked me thru their ends.
Given me advice.
Made music for me.
Even though it's not really just for me.
I know you'll like this, even though it only barely fits into what they call "poetry"
You are one of the four.
The unlikely big brother.
The best friend.
The cool one.