BulliedI brush it off with a smileBullied7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although it hurts to be so vile
And every single word you say
Makes me want to stop the day
I wish I could live up to your expectations
I wish we could be friends and forget the current situation
But the truth is you dont really give a damn
The names you give me arent who I am
If only you'd have taken the time
To search inside for a deeper rhyme
You might have grown to like me
There might be something else to see
So before you call me another name
Realize you are the one to blame
I walked into my darkened room
To me it looks just like a tomb
I took out a rope
To tie around my throat
If only your taunts had been stopped
The name calling if only it had been dropped
I stood upon my bed with shame
Know that when you touch the flame
You will get burned
Now the tables have been turned
Just one jump from the stool is all it takes
The poison slithers through me like that of a snake
If only you'd told me it was just for play
Then Id still be alive to this very day.
Freddy's HomeBetter not sleep, better watch out,Freddy's Home11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freddy's Home now, here's his count,
Chorus: one two, he's comin for u,
three four, shut the door,
five six, grab your crucifix,
seven eight, stay up late,
nine ten, never sleep again...
he gets u when u sleep, after lights out, ur in real deep, face like a villian, claws like knives, uh oh, he's got death/or murder, whichever u prefer\ in his eyes,
now ur best friend's caffiene, gets rid of all those dreams, oops, you fell asleep, ha ha, now ur Freddy's treat,
Freddy's gonna get ya, now that ur alone, he's comin now, watch out, Freddy's Home.
The First Day - AngelicaIn Which Angelica Rosechu Kindly Recommends Those Two Outsiders Kindly Get Gregariously Devoured and a Second Stringer Steps into the Spotlight.The First Day - Angelica4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Our first order of business is to remove the mutant rosey that's currently rampaging downtown," Angelica said, "Until it's been subdued, the city will just keep being destroyed." With all of the subtlety of her forebearer, she stared daggers into her targets, "I believe that Bobby and Kitty have had experience in confronting the mutant rosey," Angelica said, "I would like to suggest that they head a committee to find a way to subdue it."
You would, Kitty thought, setting her face onto her hand and meeting the self-appointed chairwoman's daggers with her own. But she said nothing. There wasn't a snide remark on the tip of her tongue just now, and she didn't mind the task of slaying the giant monstrosity. It was the fact that Angelica had suggested (demanded) that they do it that annoyed her, and still not enough to push it. She
CWCollateral Gaiden: Chapter 1CWCville slum district, PVCC safe house "Slumberland", March 18, 2004, 1000 HoursCWCollateral Gaiden: Chapter 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
"HI-YO! Up and at 'em, dudes and dudettes! Time to rise, shine, and jam with all your favorite hits from our very own Mayor Chandler's Top 10! It's lookin' like an absolutely gorgeo-riffic spring day in good ol' CWCville, and we're gonna make sure you diggety dogs don't go anywhere without da power of ROCK! For KCWC, I'm your rockin' host, D to the J to the Jamsta Sonichu!"
"And I'm Lolisa Rosechu!"
"So sit back, and "
A heavy fist crashed down onto the snooze button of the old clock radio. The man attached to it groaned and sat up before stretching out his weary muscles. That teeth-grindingly annoying voice was never a good way to start off the day. Darren Harkenson sniffed idly and popped his neck to get his senses woken up before climbing out of his bunk; as he did so he noticed just how cold it was this morning.
"Beautiful spring day my ass,"
MercenaryMercenary6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The light glistened off her chest.
It reflected from the cold blue steel of her breastplate with the same glare that drifted from beneath her soft red bangs. The facade that she had to maintain was a pleasure, and a burden. She enjoyed it; the dance she played was fun. The curse was that she had to. Woman didn't exist in her line of work; not any with her level of skill, at least.
Jaquet removed her gauntlet with a silken grace that she added to most of her movements when she was in public.
Once again, she had to knock down someone's ego. It was sad that so many people needed to step up and test themselves with her. Why did everyone need to try to best her? Was her reputation and status so important to them that they needed to personally try and knock it down?
She knew why. She was a tool. People used her. In her profession and in most other aspects of her life. The other regulars of the pub coaxed the man into it. They knew what would happen to the newcomer; it had happened
The Fourth Day - Vice ChairmanThe Fourth DayThe Fourth Day - Vice Chairman3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In Which Jamsta Learns What We All Know of Roseys, and Lolly Rosey Goes for a Short Ride.
The nursery was a little cold, and everything was bigger than them, being babies and all. But it was a cute and clean, and the rainbow floor was colorful and fun, if a little cold. The Big Person had been sitting at the table for a long time now, though, playing with something that none of them could see. More than once one of them had gone up to the Big Person and tried to get him to play with them, or to give them snacks. He had put the snacks on another table, too high for any of them to reach. Some of them had tried to stretch their arms out to reach for the food, but they could not. When they had given up, others had taken up waiting in front of the table so that they could be first in line when the food was handed out. When that didn't get them the food they deserved, a few began to cry to the Big Person, who ignor
Trunk Full of Rings - CentaurI look at the ring I'd just picked out of the trunk. There is nothing special about it, but I now know from experience that appearance is nothing to go by. All I hope for is that this ring isn't going to transform me into some air-head bimbo like the last ring. Well, only one way to find out, because book is so damn cryptic with his answers. Once again I walk to the mirror and slide the ring on. A few moments later the transformation starts.Trunk Full of Rings - Centaur3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The soles of my feet begin to harden, before gaining an inch and turning black. As this is happening, two nubs are pushing out of my gut, which quickly grow out into a second set of limbs as my torso extends dramatically between these two sets of limbs. My jeans fade away before they're shredded by my growing body. My spine readjusts itself, bending 90 degrees backwards at my waist. As my legs and new limbs continue changing, hooves forming as they continue to grow longer, I find myself pretty sure what I am becoming, a centaur. To confirm this, I
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Dr.Nefarious vs. The Necromorphs: Campgain StartWestern Half of the Planet:Dr.Nefarious vs. The Necromorphs: Campgain Start1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Things were about to take a decidedly unpleasant turn for the occupants of the Lucky Volus casino. Not the usual kind of unpleasant which came from loosing a buttload of credits, or even the kind that came from being thrown out entirely because you got drunk and tried to feel up the waitress. No, this was something much worse.
When the casino rumbled, no one batted an eye. The employees knew about the construction going on below them, and the customers didn't panic because the employees didn't. If they knew what was coming, they'd probably all start running and never stop, credits be damned. It wouldn't help, but a head start never hurts.
Near one of the casinos' many garages where customers could park their luxurious hover-cars, a Krogan and a Turian stood looking bored out of their skulls. The Krogan took a swig of his ryncol, when he noticed that the muted sounds of construction they were supposed to be hearing didn't sound much like construction. I
The Fourth Day - JamstaJamstaThe Fourth Day - Jamsta3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's been about six days now," Jamsta Sonichu said late on the morning of the fourth day. "A little more and we'll be able to go home."
Hope was a powerful drug, even more potent for the average chu. Down there, in spite of the chains and darkness, the gangrenous wounds, and complete lack of food and water, still Jamsta knew salvation would come. For me and Lolly, the poor little thing. The Fat Little Rosey had not become anymore useful in aiding Jamsta's escape, and the rosey was still unaware that they were in a prison at all. But she was just a baby, so there was nothing he could do about it except protect her. The rosey would from time to time, waddle about the room, and return to nuzzle his side when she needed attention. Whenever Jamsta would blink out of consciousness, he'd be forced back from the pain of Lolly clambering into his lap. Since Lolly didn't seem intent on letting him sleep in peace, all he could do to pass the time was talk. But Loll
Mass Effect Citadel Minor Race: GavantonsCODEX: GAVANTONSMass Effect Citadel Minor Race: Gavantons2 months ago in Settings More Like This
Government: Universal Control Corporation
Homeworld: Keenun, second planet in the Grexx system
Joining of Citadel: 2099 CE (2599 GS)
A greedy and corpulent sapient race standing at 1.4 meters on average, the Gavantons are purple-skinned humanoids resembling a cross between a mollusk & a crustacean. Their greed is a result from being solitary & extremely independent. Gavantons will stop at nothing
until they get everything they want, be it solar systems, planets, resources, money, or starships. Some have even been known to persistently attempt to barter over the personal possessions of members of other races. Since Keenun is also home to extremely large & dangerous predators, & is subject to frequent natural disasters, the Gavantons are extremely conservative (moreso than even the Elcor), & as such, most members of this race never, ever pay debts to other races after deals. This makes doing business with a Gavanton loathsome. One thing that other races
The Fourth Day - KittyKittyThe Fourth Day - Kitty3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Meeting you with a view to a kill
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill
Night fall covers me
But you know the plans I'm making
Could it be the whole lot opening wide
A sacred why
A mystery gaping inside
A week is why
And . SIT!"
The circle of sonee and rosey all stopped waddling and fell onto their bottoms. Some had an easier time of it than the others, and those too close to one another bumped heads with their nearest littermate, elicting cries of "Goo-gee" and "nee!" and "nooooo!" More than once, one of them started crying from these injuries, completely unaware of the pain to come.
When they were all down, then came the hard part: getting back up. The first ones up were the smaller ones, who hadn't fallen victim to the folly of gravity that cursed their larger friends. And those sonee and rosey were currently rubbing the victory in their floored brethren's faces. The next ones up were the sonee, who were accusto
The Great Sonee-Hobo War Ch. 1The Great Sonee-Hobo War of 2010The Great Sonee-Hobo War Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: There Goes the Neighborhood
The sun's rays poked through the eastern window of Room 224 of CWCville's eighth soup hotel. A figure buried in bedsheets of modest quality was stirred by the golden beams of light. Turning to his left side, he examined the time indicated on the digital clock. "7:28... still got a little more time..." He shut his eyes once more for the much-desired extra minutes of sleep.
The man's fleeting moments of serenity were cut short when the clock hit 7:30, blaring the callsign jingle of the only radio station in town. The alarm was right on schedule, to the fatigued man's dismay. Soon, a voice that oozed of desparation with every word was heard.
"Hey all y'allz early bizz-irds! It's yo' most humble host, yours truly, Jamsta Sonichu, with Da Morning Power Hour on Kay-Quick, Kay-Cey-Double-u-Cee in CWCville, Virginia! My sweetheart and co-host, Da Lady Lolisa, wasn't able to make it this morning, but that's
The Third Day - JamstaJamstaThe Third Day - Jamsta3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun had just begun to rise at six AM, though Jamsta Sonichu had no recollection of the passage of time outside of the growing pit in his stomach and the throbbing of what used to be his legs. The need for a distraction combined with his rote memory caused him to yell.
"Goooooood moooorning CWCville!" He shouted. "How ya doin'? It's ya host with da most, Jamsta Sonichu with his Gal Friday, Loliii uh " he looked at the Fat Little Rosey. "Lolly Rosey, fillin' in for Lolisa!"
The Fat Little Rosey clapped her stubby arms together. "Seeey! Sey!"
"That's right Lolly!" Jamsta said, "Broadcastin' live from KCWC in the heart of scenic CWCville, this is da Morning Zoo! To all da Hedgehog Heroes and Our Wise and Totally Radical Mayor-"
"Right you are, Lolly! Totally Awesome and Radical Mayor, we salute you! We miss ya Big C!"
"Woh-sey!" agreed the Lolly Rosey.
"So Lolly, a little information for our audience, tell
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
A Father's PrideA Father's Pride4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter One: Dreams of the Past
"Ed! Ed, wake up!"
Ed groaned and woke up slowly, Winry's concern-filled voice quickly changing from anxious to angry. "Honestly, Ed sleeping in the middle of the day! I thought you said you were going to fix the barn?"
"I did," Ed muttered. Opening his eyes, he saw Winry's cross face staring down at him. He yawned sheepishly.
Winry frowned. "What were you dreaming about, anyway? You kept mumbling in your sleep. Things like 'not possible' and 'this can't happen.'"
Now it was Ed's turn to frown. "I'm not really sure I think it was the same one I had as a kid can't remember too much, though." A sweatdrop formed on his head as he stared sheepishly into Winry's growing irritation. "Not that it's impor