llamas with hats 2 scriptLlama: Carl! What on earth was all that?llamas with hats 2 script5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
CARL: I'm not sure what you're referring to.
Llama: You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!
CARL: Are you sure that was me? I, I would think I'd remember something like that.
Llama: Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face!
CARL: That sounds dangerous.
Llama: You were headbutting children off the ship!
CARL: That, uh... that must've been horrifying to watch!
Llama: Then you started making out with the ice sculptures!
CARL: Well, thank God that the children weren't on board to see it.
Llama: Uhh.. Carl why is the lifeboat all red and sticky?
CARL: Well I guess you could say it is red and sticky.
Llama: Caaarl, what are we standing in?
CARL: Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?
Llama: No! I would not believe that!
CARL: Uhh, melted gumdrops?
CARL: Boat nectar?
CARL: Some of God's tears?
Llama: Tell me the truth Carl.
CARL: Fine. - It's the lovely elderly couple from 2B.
CARL: Well they w
How Much Longer? :1:Many people used to enjoy going to pizzerias, especially ones with the singing, talking animatronic creatures. They play a vital part of childhood wonders, and more often than not, the disturbance of parents.How Much Longer? :1:7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Places like this are commonly used for parties, gatherings and other events for children and adults alike. The animatronics however, don't have a say in this, much to their irritation. This particular night had been rough on them in one restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The night seemed to last forever as the smell of burnt pizzas and hot wings filled the place. The children shrieked, ran, cried, and many sticky handprints were left on the establishments windows and arcade games. Such is the life of a month old pizzeria.
As the final customers scrambled out the doors, the children with them holding an armful of toys won with tickets, the three main-stage bots watched them leave, but made sure not to make themselves too obvious. The management came through, looking the b
I fee lostI feel LostI fee lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does poetry make me feel strong?
Why do I believe this is where I belong?
Why do I feel like I've been here Before?
Always standing behind closed doors?
Why do my feelings always get hurt?
Why do they always get stomped in the dirt?
Why can't I seem to get a hold on them?
They always seem to be holding my by the hem.
Why do I seem so alone in this world?
Why do I feel as if I've been hurled
Back at this world that I wanted to leave before?
These questions rock me to the core.
Why have these questions never been thought of
By me, a person who has never been loved?
Why does everything have a cost?
Maybe that's the reason I feel lost.
MiracleYou said Jesus knows my soulMiracle5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is yellow as this road;
and the boats in the channel
keep my head clear
while I watch him
drown my sister's dog again.
He calls it baptism -
a miracle of science.
He says I do not need a calendar
or a parent's love
to find Him
on the weak and narrow
and that solace
is a good, strong bread
left in the poor box
every Sunday morning.
But I like to pretend
He keeps his Dodge 57
on my lawn,
turning up the daisies.
We can drive it
all the way to Memphis
on one tank of gas...
MeadowMeadow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The meadow beckons
fresh arrival of morning treasure
spilled out in a bright pastel haze
where moss green breathes with ochre
and pinks and lavenders
nod their lazy heads
and touch the wind with fragrant wings.
warmth steals through soil and roots
and winds up stems and trunks
bursting in new shoots
and gasps of color
that spatter the air
in a riot of fresh hope
newly wrapped and delivered
to the waiting world.
The Event - Dear Claudia CollaborationThe Event - Dear Claudia Collaboration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time... was a crimson question,
a strange twilight tide of desire and desecration
as time... outside... opened the Night
this counting became the only matter
as time... inside... closed the Light
one thing... one only thing was sacred, an Holy-matter
all eyes were upon the Universe, waiting
the Event no one had ever seen except the First Creature
- when day could not be called Day
neither night could be named as Dark
later – I have understood, the importance it had on my "existence"
it was always been the issue
certain as the violent sin
that left its mark on this violet tissue
seconds, fractions of life passed by me
pain was the first sensation, and then only emptiness
confusion with the rain, on my face, lifeless
within I was nothingness with anger and hunger
as my memories returned
I wished... that they had not
I prayed... to whom, would cared
I remembered... something - I said
I remembered... everything - I cried
my flesh ripped by teeth-fangs
thrown apart, a doll... broken
Painting with Words Painting with WordsPainting with Words5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My paper's the easel
My pen is the brush
I don't need appeasel;
So no need to rush.
The words are my color choice;
I have a vivid pallet.
I also have a strong voice,
As hard as a mallet.
I make a quick mark
Coward CowardCoward5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't look in the mirror anymore.
My face is swollen, ugly and sore.
I don't want to see my face anymore.
My voice is messed up and ruined too.
I can't sing. Not even for you.
I don't want to hear my voice anymore.
My eyes- What color are they?
Are they brown, blue, green, or gray?
I don't want to see my eyes anymore.
CryThere is a peaceCry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you cut away at skin
a silent cry releases
i can breath again...
pain, mortal and true
that just drowns you.
lost...cant take things no more
harder and harder to stand once more...
Memories burn away at my mind
it eats away at my heart
so i keep cutting until i bleed no more...
make all feeling
Cafe CafeCafe5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walked past the old cafe today.
It hasen't been used in years.
The boarded-up windows shun the light of the day;
Bugs live where the paint tears.
Van Gogh: Rope of Sand. prt 2It was finally back to school time for me and my fellow clones. My schedule for my 1st semester junior year was pretty fantastic. Art to start off with, followed by English, French and History. Most of my classes are a good distance away from each other, It takes me 10 minutes of running to get from Art to English class, but I couldn't complain, mainly because there were posters all over the hallways with the words 'No Complaining' written in a threatening blood red color below Principal Scudworth's hard nosed faceVan Gogh: Rope of Sand. prt 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I walked out of my second period class I headed down to the cafeteria. I thought it was about time I met up with my old friends again, Moses, Tomas Edison and others.
I walked down to the far left side of the cafetorium, commonly referred to as 'the hub of losers' and said hello to everyone.
"Hello ridiculous sub-par human beings!" I managed to say to them with a straight face.
"Hey Vincent" everyone else said in unison.
"So, what have my good friends been up t
The Worst Love Letter Ever DearThe Worst Love Letter Ever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I love you. Your eyes are so beautiful, I want to pluck them out and put them in a jar on my shelf, so I may gaze upon them all the days of my life. And your hair- it bears the scent of a mammoth, so fuzzy and elephanty...
What else do I love about you? Hm...Well, I love the way you walk- as though there is a nuclear explosion happening around us, but yet you walk with confidence. I also admire your tolerance, like the way you tolerate that person whom claims to be your significant other. However, my love, you know that you belong with ME, as said by Miss Taylor Swift. So, in conclusion my dear , I want you to know that being with you would like be being reincarnated into a carrot that is happily married to a stalk of celery.
All my love,
True Story True StoryTrue Story5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I got lost in the desert on a starry night
And there was a seagull I had to fight.
I used my rifle and shot it down,
Then I walked back into town.
I went to the market to buy some bread,
But the shopkeeper was dead.
So I stole the bread, and all his cash
Then the dead cashier awoke from the mess.
He said "Now, give me back that dough."
The bread or the money, I didn't know.
So I threw him both, and they landed
On the island where we were stranded.
I've been stuck here for forty days;
Unarmed, unfed, and un-bathed.
I found an extinct dinosaur, though.
It died about 3 million years ago.
I ran quickly over
Snow Dragon - CollaborationSnow Dragon - Collaboration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seems the faeries passed here this night
suspending white dreams... so bright
jewels in beams of light
the moon floats still in the sky
kissing the sun first shine
The wind is yet not cold, just a soft blow
kind to the creatures that play bellow
where I should grow as other crystals in the flow
leaving this nested bow, flying slow
I am a dragon made of snow
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Forever Beauty - Mrs. Moffet CollaborationForever Beauty - Mrs. Moffet Collaboration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tide of time recedes and leaves
a bittersweet taste on my gentle lips
of your goodbye kiss of bliss and sorrow
that death, closely keeps
darkness is filling everything
in the nothingness of the night, I have no more light
even memories of what I used to be are dissolving
my past, my present, my future... blurring
surrounding my veins, closing me in this molding
The many-hued honeymoon painting is fading
also broken by your hands, lusting for the opal on my wedding ring
yet… the ghosts you have forgotten in your life
returns with the grass fields and seeds every Spring
awakening me from my sleep,
sweet was my name pronounced by the wind
I still hold my black-rose and my lace dress wing
the sand clock disappears,
frozen in contained tears
I have cried alone on for so many years
- comeback, please release me
from the cracks in these walls
where you’ve been hidden your sins
spiders crawls, myriads of roses they weave
they move in my company, vengeance lullabies,
Another World Another WorldAnother World5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They say there is another world
Not too far from ours
Where everyone's skin is layered thin
Over their painful scars.
They say there is another world
Where people cannot speak.
I Am Music I Am MusicI Am Music5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am music,
The sound in the air.
I'm always alive;
I am music,
Random... Gummy SharksRandom...5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, I love gummy sharks
They're blue and full of sugar
And get stuck between my teeth.
They're much sweeter than gummy
Worms and they also
Mistakes of an Angel Mistakes of An AngelMistakes of an Angel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her first mistake was loving the world.
Because all it did was break her heart.
Her second mistake was trying to fly.
Because her wings were broken.
She was born with those wings.
Her third mistake speaking up.
I Don't Do Heartbreaks I Don't Do HeartbreaksI Don't Do Heartbreaks5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't do heartbreaks;
Which is easy, because
There's no heart in my chest,
And there never was.
All that remains
The Truth The TruthThe Truth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See, the funny thing with people
They like to create things
But they don't like to look
Upon their creation.
See, the funny thing with people
They like to make messes
But not clean them up.
See, the funny thing with people
You Make Me Feel Beautiful You Make Me Feel BeautifulYou Make Me Feel Beautiful5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Water falls from my eyes
And as I slowly lift my eyes,
I see you.
I'm feeling down and sad and low,
And I have nowhere to go,
So I stay with you.
I'm not what you'd call special.
NovemberAutumnNovember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...