I could only ever watch from a distance
Watching as he destroyed himself
He never did listen to me, nor anyone else
"Listen to the song of life" I told him
"There is no song. Not for me."
He sat alone, always alone
He pushed everyone away
He didn't trust humanity, not anymore
Scars that would never heal
"Can't you see what's around you?
Not everything is cruel. There is beauty."
"No. There is no beauty. Not for me.
The world is a harsh place of grey."
He would not fight and the darkness drew him in
He waited patiently on a black sea shore
Waiting for the tide to come in and claim him
I woke one morning to find him gone
His waiting was over
The sea pulsed with him, with his life
The dark water tugged at my ankles
A caressing touch, the touch of a lover
I could feel him in that touch
I could taste him in the ir I breathed
He was all around me
The black sea called me back to it's barren shore
I was the one waiting now
And still his precense wrapped around me
A Lesson On Brick CareA Lesson On Brick Care10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bricks are excellent pets. As well as being cheap, clean and easy to care for, they are extremely long-lived. They are extraordinarily loyal and have few requirements for housing and feed. They are very hardy, do not trigger allergies and extremely easy to tame. They rarely scratch, but can be a nuisance if left underfoot. However, with proper treatment, you and your brick should have a long and loving relationship. The most common brick is the Common House Brick (brickus brickus), which is normally a red colour. They also appear as other colours, ranging from a creamy-white, to black. Brown is another popular colouration, as there are many shades of brown bricks. The more unusual a brick is in colour, the more expensive.
Bricks have been associated with humans for many years, but are most often used as working bricks. They have only recently been adapted as pets. Closely related to the brick is the rock (rockus granus), which has become quite popular as a pet in recent decades. Hopefu
Guide to the Real WorldGuide to the Real World10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi there, my name is Ahsroth, and I am here to help you, with my five part basic guide to the 'Real World'.
There are times in our lives we just can't avoid it. Times when we are dragged from the comforting glow of our computer screens. Times when all our online super powers are of no use. Yes, I'm talking about the times we have to enter the 'Real World'.
So please, read on, before it's too late. Because if you're not prepared, the Real World will get you…
Part One- What Is The 'Real World'?
How do I rightly explain the Real World? Until you have been there yourself, you can never truly know. There are some things you must remember about the Real World.
1. You can actually get hurt. Actual physical pain. The Real World is a very dangerous place. You cannot heal yourself with magic, you need things called bandages. This takes EFFORT. And also, if you flame people in the Real World, they can beat you up. I will later teach you how to avoid situations like this.
2. People in the
Fork Tales II: Kingdom of MathFork Tales II: Kingdom of Math10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hi there. My name is Bob, and I am a fork. Not just any old fork. I am the legendary fork warrior; Lady Bob the Fork! You may have heard of me. My last quest was of considerable fame, as I was sent by my good friend Cat the Carrot to find out if her mother was a turnip. It turned out she was. After that terribly exciting adventure, I was more than ready to take a break, but duty calls, and it calls with the voices of a hundred mimes.
We resume my tale ten seconds after the last one ended, only to find me standing with dear Cat, having just informed her of her mother's true vegetality.
"Thank you!" Cat burbled, "For finding out the truth about my mother."
"'T'was my pleasure, my dear friend," I replied graciously.
And that's when I heard it. The cry of a being stricken by need. The cry that I, as the greatest fork warrior, was honour-bound to answer. And answer I did.
"I must go!" I cried to Cat, leaping astride my noble llama. "Ride forth!"
We galloped far and fast o'er deserts and mou
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
'Best Friend'You left me here,'Best Friend'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I finally had someone,
some to call my best friend.
you were the closest to it,
almost the closest I'd ever had.
now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.
EmpathyAntisocial?Empathy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For God's sake, eat!
Deal with it.
Find a balance and stick with it.
There are people dying for that food you waste.
Control yourself, woman!
Stop being so clingy!
Do you always have to have the spotlight?
Yeah right, attention whore.
It's not all about you!
It's not that bad.
Not everyone is out to get you.
You're just weak.
You're a cold one, aren't ya?
Why you gotta be so weird all the time?
Get a grip on reality.
There are better ways to get attention.
Why don't you just kill yourself already?
If you have said any of these things,
To any of these people,
Get a fucking perspective.
All-AmericanI have a friendAll-American9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With chocolate-colored skin that turns gunmetal in the sun.
Society calls her African-American.
I've never liked that.
It never made sense,
Seeing as we both came over to the New World on boats
At the same time.
She is no more African than I am Dutch;
She knows no more of masks and drums
Than I do of klompen and windmills,
And if anything,
It seems to make far more sense
To go ahead and call us black and white--
We are at least on level ground that way--
As her brown skin is no more black
Than my pink is white
And even she has told me
That to be black is better
Because black is so much more to her
Than a cold and dark and distant Africa.
Oh, but Society, if black is too harsh,
Call us something softer:
Call us chocolate and vanilla.
Call us mahogany and birch.
Call us Coke and Sprite.
call us dirty and pure.
We are both Americans
Born of American parents
That were born of American parents.
call her African-hyphen,
For what gives me, the white,
The WaitingBridget kept calling it their 'first grown-up party,' even though it was just senior high kids, and 'grown-up' was something eight-year-olds said. Jenna knew she and Bridget, being only ninth graders, were lucky to be invited, but she wasn't enjoying it. At all. The music was too loud for talking even though no one was dancing. People just drank and shouted and made out, and every so often a girl would run out in tears. It was boring.The Waiting3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you ready to go home yet?" Jenna yelled in Bridget's ear.
"No! This is great!" Bridget's shout made Jenna's ear-drum flutter.
Jenna looked down into her Solo cup, which held flat, lukewarm beer. The idea of drinking any more of it made her stomach twist. The night wasn't at all what she had expected. Contrary to what she had believed when she was little, being a teenager wasn't a destination to be reached; it was nothing but endless waiting for something to happen. Jenna had thought that tonight would be something, but it turned out to
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
The Blender's LiberationThe Blender's Liberation10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The blender sat there silently without thought. It didn't really do much thinking because it was a perfectly normal blender in a perfectly normal kitchen in a perfectly normal house and the blender liked it to be this way because it couldn't imagine it being any other way. Being perfectly normal was perfectly okay.
The kitchen had a large window and the blender, being placed in what some would consider a marvelous vantage point, had a good view of the neighborhood and even the sky. When not being utilized by the matriarch of the house, the blender would often be the audience of all that happened outside. When the next door neighbor came home with a woman that wasn't his wife, the blender bore witness. When the wife found out and had a big fight outside their house, again the blender was there to witness the excitement.
Yet, the blender kept all these happenings to himself and never told any of the other home appliances about them. This didn't matter much, because the other home applian
CLC - MasturbateOne, two, three, fourCLC - Masturbate10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't fuck hookers, don't fuck whores
Five, six, seven, eight
Fuck your hand and masturbate
Sex with hookers
Just ain't so great
Use your hand and masturbate
Get an STD or prevent prostate cancer
Save yourself, fuck your hand, not a lap dancer
One, two, three, four
Don't fuck strippers, don't fuck whores
Five, six, seven, eight
Fuck your hand and masturbate
Sex with strippers
Just ain't so fun
You can get STDs and maybe a son
Use your hand to prevent a bad disease
Fuck yourself as often as you please
Jerk your gherkin
Rub your rod
Wax your limo
Bow to God
Pump your shotgun
Kill your kids
Masturbation is where good sleep begins