Super Smash Drama Brawl 4Disclaimer: This episode of SSBB contains a series of extreme stunts performed by video game characters. Do not try any of what you see here at home. Seriously, you can get really messed up!Super Smash Drama Brawl 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew: Last time on Super Smash Bros. Brawl
The fighters participated in a classic 1-on-1 Pokemon Battle Tournament. Sparks flew from Meowth, Snorlax was on a roll, and Bellossom had a ball. Meanwhile, Bowser had formed an alliance with Yoshi and ROB to take with him to the Final 3. The Assist Trophies had yet again failed the challenge. Bowser stole Wolf's MP3 Player, causing Wolf to lose his temper and turn against his own team, and "kindly" returned it to him. But the other Trophies voted him off for his rage. Smooth, Bowser. Real smooth
Will the Assist Trophies ever achieve victory, or be forever stuck in 2nd place? Find out in the most dramatic square ritual yet. On Super...Smash...Bros....Brawl!
Episode 4: Target Locked
Everyone was at breakfast. An
Sun and MoonSun said,Sun and Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"My sky is bright."
"My sky is night."
"I give the people
Their everyday life."
"I watch them sleep,
Their dreams and strife."
"You know we are opposites
You and I."
But I'm glad we share this sky."
MemoriesThink of memoriesMemories4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long and past
Smell the roses
Take a breath
Pick it off
Feel a thorn
Think of memories
That we can not remove
And gaze up
And fall as such
Think of memories
That linger in your thoughts
Do you care
And move forward anyway
Or will you die
While i live alone
Think of Memories
Think of memories
AsylumCome and walk through the doorAsylum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a world ruled by madness
Can you feel it?
It's crawling under your skin
Digging a way into your brain
Like a hungry parasite
A cold chill runs down your spine
when you cross the threshold to my empire
Can you hear them whisper?
Can you hear them pray?
They will give their life
For the sake of science
There will be a new race of mankind
A perfection of humanity
When the screaming begins
I am god
In my Asylum
RebelionNunca nos lo esperamos, y aunque lo hubiéramos esperado, no abríamos podido hacer nada.Rebelion5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mi nombre es Say, soy una irken joven de estatura media baja, y lo que voy a contarles, es la causa de la posible extinción de los irkens
Nunca se supo bien que lo causo, pudo haber sido un ataque de parte de la resistencia, un error mecánico, una simple falla en el sistema, un experimento que se salio de control, un castigo por nuestra vida de invasores, o quizás simplemente ellos se cansaron de servirnos. Sea lo que lo haya causado, ya no importa, no a estas alturas.
Fue un ataque muy inesperado, nunca pensamos que ellos podrían revelarse contra nosotros. En tan solo un día desde que empezó, se reportaron más de 100 muertes, ya sean hombres, mujeres, niños, viejos, altos o bajos, todos caían.
Después de todo, ellos nos acompañaban a todos lados
La sociedad irken esta cayendo en una mezcla de caos y p
Witches BallA clear, crisp night,Witches Ball5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fluffy clouds beneath me,
the moon, full and bright, above.
My trusted companions,
cat, broom and lantern,
join me as we fly.
The ball starts soon,
at the stroke of midnight.
And I'm so ready,
got my best hat,
my cutest dress,
and my dancing shoes on.
I'm ready to dance to
the break of dawn.
Everyone thinks we don't
know how to have fun,
that balls are only for
the princesses and princes,
but even a witch deserves
a night off and a little fun.
The best of bands will be there.
And who knows?
This might be my lucky year.
A handsome warlock would
fit into my life perfectly.
Oh yes, the Witches Ball,
the most fun night of the year.
Hamburgers With Rockin'Tea CH4Hamburgers With Rockin'Tea CH43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The more time passed, the more nervous Arthur got. What would his friends think about Alfred? Would they mind it if he tagged along? And also, won't Alfred be bored? Since, practise wasn't the most interesting thing to watch at, since the songs always had to be played over and over again. He was sure Alfred would enjoy it much more if he'd go see him when he and the band gave a little concert
The guy, who he assumed to be American, because of his accent, was still walking around and looked at some CDs. Sometimes he got one out of the shelves to take a look at it, and then put it back again
"He must be very bored " was what Arthur thought, by watching him from the corner of his eye, since, of course he didn't watch the guy all the time, and watched all his movements, and such of course not
Arthur looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind him. 4:30pm he'd be finished in 15 minutes, and then he'd have to grab his gui
The MirageThe MirageThe Mirage5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stand here,
Frozen by fear,
Silent as the dead of night,
Staring at it with substantial fright,
For what I see is despicable,
Standing there clearly untrickable,
For it is a criminal mastermind,
Seeing this is disaster defined,
It turns and it's face shows no emotion,
Never felt love, never felt devotion,
It approaches me, and raises its hand,
' Don't be scared this is planned ',
Its says softly and slowly,
The voice sounding almost holy,
It asks ' does my existence cause you distress?',
My rapid reply is simply, yes,
What are you? I ask,
On it's face remains the mask,
It replies ' I am a mirage of you,
And what you become if you stay untrue',
Questions run amock in my mind,
I look up only to find,
That it has left me all alone,
Embedded in my mind, its holy tone,
It's glowing existence,
Floating away into the distance,
I shout and beg for it to come back,
It continues to leave an untraceable track,
I shout, I beg, I plead,
All the answers I still need,
Im getting dafter a
DepredationDrain the life from me,Depredation4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for my eternal flower
has withered away.
No nectar dwells within
and you have ceased
to blossom in my heart.
You are entangled
like an unruly weed,
and I would rip my
own heart from chest
if it would but rid me of
the discomfort you breed.
July 12th, 2010
Untitled 9I want you here to hearUntitled 95 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you say you want to
hear me say your name
tapdances on our brittle bonesif it's fifth hour and there's a cadaver in the classroom,tapdances on our brittle bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's because i'm carving your initials in my right carpus;
or perhaps it's because we're investigating human skulls,
but yours is the only one i'd like to play detective with
(i'd donate my skeleton to you
had you not already owned it)
(i'll use parentheses
as if they're oxygen)
but not punctuation
or lowercase letters
or irony because i've
watched too much tv
without you or sense
or an attention span,
and i will write poetry in the form of
sliced wrists and broken wishes, of
hacked kneecaps and
hackneyed caps lock:
I WILL SCREAM AT THE STARS
AS IF I DISCOVERED THE SKY;
I WILL YELL FROM MY LUNGS,
AS IF I INVENTED BREATHING
MY VOCAL CORDS WILL EXPLODE
AS IF I'M THE FIRST ONE TO YELL,
and i will whisper with my tongue
as if i still owned full custody of it.
(and enter more parentheses
because you're breathtaking;
i'm breathless and in need of
your/my/our twisted oxygen)
O+Mg => U+I
but chemistry reactions don't help
What I Write, Is What You ReadWho would ever believe,What I Write, Is What You Read5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That useless, empty words
Written by my hand,
Could ever mean so much,
To someone else than me?
I write because it makes me happy,
It is my one and only drug,
A dAily dose can keep me going
For seconds, minutes, days and months,
It keeps me happy, smiling proudly
-Even when no one really reads.
A poem written by me,
My life, My mind
What I write
Is what you read.
And what you are reading
-Is a poem written by me.
to err is to learn is to love:i'll be your spelllcheck,to err is to learn is to love:5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
if you keep making mistakes
you want me to fix.
tomorrow's headlines--c.i froze last night,tomorrow's headlines--c.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dull eyes filled with white noise
and the chaos of moving forward
as your departing words tore my smile to shreds.
in my heart,
raindrops turned to icicles
and my oxygen fled the scene,
turning my numb lips dark blue.
and i can only imagine
the headlines of the morning's news:
love turns girl into a popsicle.
rescuers still trying to melt her veins.
the cure to one goodbye
said much too soon.
I froze like a deer in headlights
It was all a little too perfect
All a little too well planned
Your voice was too steady
Too fucking steady
My breath was sucked out of me
I wanted to roll into a ball
I would be the main attraction
People would travel moons to see me
Curled in a ball slowly rocking back and forth
Back and forth
people would come from miles
to watch me shatter,
watch my eyes fill,
watch me bleed myself dry of words...
and they'd all know
that it's because of you.
i froze last night,
but not from the cold of snow
lets play beautifuli want to sit on my roof naked for days and nights. not eating or sleeping or thinking, just looking. i want to become a mess of bones and blond hair, and to be used as a nests for the love birds that i envy. i want to get so cold that i shiver until my teeth fall out and shatter into tens of thousands of pieces, for it to rain until my bones are so wet that i start to evaporate and soar with the storm clouds. i want people in aeroplanes to see me and call out "there she is, look look". i want moss to grow up my legs and wrap around my wrists and ankles like shackles so i cant move, cant speak, cant feel. i want to sit on my roof naked and cry.lets play beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe then i'll be beautiful
a poet or a cliche?she's a ballerinaa poet or a cliche?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coated in black and white
she's an illusion
as she pirouettes down to her knees
kissing the dirty wooden floor
she's got cut palms
and cigarettes burns on her cheeks
she's a lunatic
but she loves it
she jumps down sand dunes
and sugar coats her poisonous words
whisky, a double
alcohol laces her tongue
as she licks the tips of her lips
smiling with a certain glint
like the love between the moon
and the setting sun
looks don't matter
When your faceless and sexless
waltz with me pretty
she only wants
to be, to kill those expectations
because once you throw your self off the edge
that's the end
but not if you have wings like her
i'm just a girl standing on Brooklyn bridge
screaming "remember me"
the birds are more beautiful
than the inside of your infected rib cage
but lock your lips with mine
sing me to sleep beautiful
never forget she's the girl you want
and i'm the
Internet HolesHe tells me I am beautiful,Internet Holes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That he loves me, heart and soul
I love him back with all my might,
But inside me, there's a hole
Messages of endearing words
And e-mails full of love
All of it is nice and all,
But sometimes it's not enough
He lives on the other side of the world,
A continent and country away
Our love for each other bridges the gap,
But we can't have things our way
The chances that I'll see him,
In person, in-the-flesh,
Are slim to none, I have to admit,
So it all remains a wish
I tell my heart it should be enough,
To know I'm loved and cared for
But deep inside I feel an ache,
For something, something more
What is a powerless girl to do?
What options are before her?
Will this relationship work, at all?
Or will it crumble and destroy her?
wonderland rejected mei wish i lived in a placewonderland rejected me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the flowers bloomed early
and the birds sang just for me
where my skin was
as smooth as fresh milk
and the trees swayed
in gentle breeze's
which caress my finger tips
and tell me
"that everything will be alright,
in the end,
it will all be alright"
i could be whoever i wanted
and do whatever i wanted
and in my world
2 + 2 would = 6
and you + me would not = lust or love
or that word in between
it would be a world where
you could live in new foundland if you wanted
and i could live in vegas
and we could meet on the weekends in paris
and listen to strange music that no one else knows
and when he says "stay with me"
it would mean just a little more
feel just a little more
be just a little more
there is a statue in a rose garden
the roses are dead and the statue is missing an arm
but she is beautiful
and white like the evening sky
she is my saviour
she is called Luciano
and i think i love her
kissing in the rain...i do silly little thingskissing in the rain...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like dancing on my roof in the rain
you say i'm a cliche
i say you're nothing but a heart ache
you tell me something in your pants ache too
i laugh and call you disgusting
you whisper that i love it really
i agree and kiss your collar bone
broken hearts mean nothing...we spent summer wishing on ever green trees to be closer. and i spent so much money simply saying i miss you just to feel the smile on my face at the reply of i miss you too tonight i wore a dress and you called me beautiful but the boys all stared at my legs and i blushed like a bride. we lay with our legs so tightly intertwined that not even a professional knots-man would ever be able to free us. and we loved thinking we were so indestructible. i was a mess and you were a disaster. but together we made the most beautiful tragedy these four walls have ever seen. thats what they said when they found us with blood on our hands and a smile on our lips. we were caught red handed and wrist banded. smiling.broken hearts mean nothing...5 years ago in General More Like This
i wanted to write about tea cups and broken glass. but my mind is only thinking about youandmeandyouandme. today i sowed my fingers to yours so you could not escape, even though you promised i though it would be better
GehennaI recall theGehenna4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I no longer
felt at peace
Such a subtle
I could see
I closed the
October 17th, 2010