Punk rocker.A boy was born nine years today,Punk rocker.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he is given but one gift
no toys, no games for him to play
but a guitar to grant his wish.
The boy is fifteen years today
he was nine when his fingers bled
he is a rocker born and made
writing songs inside his head
Now a man and twenty-three
he's losing site of fame
will he quit to feed the family,
or try and beat this game?
Thirty now and getting old
but the record deal is signed
thirty cents per CD sold
but for his dream this is fine.
Thirty-five and world renowned
he thinks he's doing fine
but with alcohol and drugs he's drowned
he's almost lost his mind.
Forty years of life have gone
he's remembered his life goal
not to be a rich rocker stoned
but a punk who has a soul.
His life is gone, his tombstone set
he's six feet under-ground
loved by kids he's never met
the man who defined sound
IslamIslam in generalIslam6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
The Monroe CurseThe Monroe Curse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Monroe Curse
When you're not a twig.
When you have hips,
An ass, and a chest.
When you can't see your ribs.
When you have a figure.
Things that some people would kill for
But sometimes you don't want it.
Sometimes, you want to weigh 90 pounds
And you want to be a stick
It always comes back to your mind
That isn't sexy.
That isn't attractive.
And the guys that like that,
And in bed.
BreadBread6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yo yo yo bread is the best
I put my bread to the test
to see if it
can truly posess
the power of the planet
Wheat products gettin into town
wheat products making all the kids frown
that's how it all went down
Poeme pour ma fanfiction Terra NovaPoeme pour ma fanfiction Terra Nova2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
TERRA NOVA Coryn LANDERS et Duke FLEED
C'est au pied de son arbre
Que tu l'as rencontré,
Ton coeur alors de marbre
En cet endroit sauvage,
Sous un ciel étoilé,
Découvrant son visage,
Son regard t'a troublée.
Terrienne aux yeux d'azur,
Tu as su consoler
Les nombreuses blessures
D'un douloureux passé.
Et c'est main dans la main
Qu'à deux vous gagnerez
La lutte de demain
Que saura vous livrer
En de sombres desseins
La princesse oubliée.
Reine aux yeux de velours
Ton charme et ta beauté
Raviront pour toujours
Notre prince adoré
Sous les nuées d'amour
D'un monde retrouvé.
Break A Leg!Break A Leg!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The idea of Sea Shepherd was formed when Captain Paul Watson founded the Earth Force Society in 1977 in Vancouver, BC. Now, in 2012, the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society (SSCS) is celebrating its 35th anniversary in the city of its founding. The main event would be a concert in Rogers Arena. All 19,000 seats have been sold, so SSCS stands to make over a well over a million dollars after all the expenses are paid.
But Sea Shepherd is not without enemies, and some of those enemies include powerful corporate interests.
# # # # # -- About a week before the concert
The office was institutional, steel beams and unfinished concrete, as one might expect in the warehouse district just east of Gastown. At a grey steel desk, General Xiao, leader of a Chinese crime syndicate in Vancouver, is on the phone with a client
"Yes, Yamada-san. We can handle it. Our fee will be $150,000, payable no later than 10am on the day of the concert
"Why is it so low?" The General s
Chapter 50- VowsChapter 50- Vows2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki smiled slightly at Elva, squeezing her hand lightly as Odin spoke. He could not see her properly through her veil but he knew her well and knew the expression she would be wearing.
Elva was able to see Loki clearly and was almost trapped in the intensity of his bright green eyes. Her heart was racing and her skin tingled where he was rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. She twisted her hand slightly and squeezed down before turning her eyes back to Odin.
Loki's focus was entirely on her as Odin spoke, only distantly listening to Odin as he spoke. He ran his eyes down Elva's body, taking in the dress as it hugged her figure before returning his gaze to her face again, smiling softly. He looked up at Odin in time to hear him start about his history.
His near past was a touchy subject, but he had agreed to have some parts discussed.
"Though the younger Prince has brought dishonour on himself and done many things he is not proud of, Loki bears the scars of his actions on his b
my fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE storymy fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The story takes place on modern times in which superheroes have only appeared within in the past five to eight years, and are viewed with at best, suspicion, and at worst, outright hostility. This was pointed out by G. Gordon Godfrey as he starts a hate-campaign against the so called "vigilanties" through his radio station.
On daylight at the Atlantic Ocean are groups of fisher men doing their work. Everything seems to be fine until they were attacked by a gigantic alien life form with a likeness of a starfish, which emerged from under their boats, destroying the boats in the process. This gigantic alien starfish reproduces smaller clones of its own. This smaller clone starts to attack the fisherman and forcedly attached itself the fishermen's faces by leaping into it. The gigantic starfish as it lies on the remains of the boat reveals it passenger at its back. The heavily armored humanoid creature with a same medium sized alien starfish attached to his chest plate. This humanoid creat
The X-blade Express 1The X-blade Express 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four Keyblade Wielders were flying through the space separating each of the many worlds out there in the universe, commonly known as the Lanes Between. While ordinarily this would be nothing of note (beyond the fact that they were Keyblade Wielders)… each of these four was very special in their own way.
The male wearing red, silver, and gold armor was known as Sora, a rather happy-go-lucky fellow. Whenever his armor was off, he could be instantly identified by his spiky brown hair and his blue eyes. He was special not only for saving the worlds at least twice, but unbeknownst to him he had at least three others sleeping within his heart (although one was starting to stir… but that's a story for another time). His Keyblade was known as the Kingdom Key, and when it was in glider form he rode it similar to how people ride skateboards.
The female wearing pink, gold, and silver armor was called Kairi, a blue-eyed red-head who was kind to almost everyone she met (excl
I Still Believing In YouI Still Believing In You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool, handsome, macho
Stylish, elegant, charming
These are the words
That people say about you
And your talents
Attract a lot of fans
You are like a star
Standing in the spotlight
But your arrogance
Hot-tempered and impatient
Also change you
You don't have friends
But you have fans
Is becoming dim
You are dislike by your classmates
You are jealous at BoBoiBoy
You have less attention
You are not famous
And his friends
You are evil
But I don't think so
You are still a good guy
You must be
Nice, kind, sweet
It is just
Your good side
Is buried deep
Into your jealousy heart
This is the fault
And Papa Zola
Who keep boasting
And didn't give him and you
If it wasn't about them
You will never become like this
Your shadow power
Need sunlight to work
You are powerless
Sunlight and shadow
Show you are
Half good, half evil
If your powe
Chocolate Onna no Ko, Chocolate Girl Lyrics[Kanji]小さなころは好き嫌いなくて なんでもよく食べ大きくなったChocolate Onna no Ko, Chocolate Girl Lyrics1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
noceboswimming in paintnocebo11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
virgin genius unbathed
just can't seem to lock-in
the right electrical impulse
mosaic organs inflammed
unmuzzled and lame
and constrained by this neophyte
that's been flushed with synthetic religion
as my crawling skin fends for itself
a mild beast on the shelf
and my decathect screams
of endless cracks in the paulestrine's pavement
Nuit D'ennuisGiant feet fall all around me as I scramble for the orphanage's entrance, so far awayNuit D'ennuis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain falls like pebbles, threatening to crush my bones
It was like racing an avalanche to safety before ice pierces your skin
In Paris, I, Elizabeth, play in the streets and sleep in a building of children with no homes
The blasts of horns, blaring like trumpets, warn me to move out of the way of traffic
Run Lizzie Run, the whistling taunts of the wind whisper to me.
They will catch you and take you into darkness
My green emerald, sitting on a golden chain around my neck
Flashes like a star in my eyes as it dances around me
Run Lizzie Run. They will catch you and take you into darkness
I try to dash as the deer that is gifted with agelessness
Only hours before the stars come out
The afternoon faces to the orange of evening
A green emerald, a blue guitar and a prisoner's chain reappear and dance around me
Whispering untold secrets
Lavender sweetens the air like a mother's aroma
QR Revamp: Crimon Batch Part 1QR Revamp: Crimon Batch Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Queer Rangers Origins: the Crimson Batch
In the early 21st century, the Earth became a planet of death thanks to the mortals. Tsunamis over global economy made both developed and developed regions to square one, while the use of biochemical dirty bombs toxic the nature beyond salvation. Had the deities stay away from the mortal plane again, the humanity would think Armageddon had come.
The warnings of Tin Hau, Guan-Yin, the brightest goddesses of the Chinese pantheon could not stop the tragic sacrifice of the bishops, priests and monks in Japan to seal the Yamata-no-Orochi. Prophecies from Hermes and Apollo left neglected in the West, the crowd only awoke from the brainwash of the rulers when their favorite heroes and heroines martyred on the skies in stopping the last wave of nuclear bombs. Even Loki and Ares were surprised the flood of powers granted by blood lust of the mortals.
Teleporting every living human, natural or mutant to the future was the last thing I and the Pho
Echo przeszlosci 10Echo przeszlosci 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Czuję się trochę jak na huśtawce.
Jakbym raz był jedną osobą, a za chwilę stawał się drugą.
Wcześniej kierował mną rozum, który odrzuciłem, mówiąc Nivowi wszystko, co leżało mi na wątrobie. No, prawie wszystko.
Gdy go straciłem, moje ciało przejęło serce.
Ale tylko przez chwilę, bo w końcu, co tu dużo mówić, zacząłem myśleć kutasem.
Dzieli mnie to na pół.
Marcin-serce i Marcin-kutas.
Moje serce jest trochę liryczne, w przeciwieństwie do zupełnie nie poetyckiego penisa. I nie ważne, jak głupio to brzmi.
Ta głupia część mojego ciała jest całkiem cierpliwa. Potrzebuje jednak sporo uwagi oraz czułości.
I o dziwo wiele potrafi zrozumieć.
Dobrze wie, że napoiłem Rudego swoimi uczuciami.
Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
Loss and the Five Stages of GriefLoss and the Five Stages of Grief1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The five of us bought two pipes on University of Houston dime in likely the only hookah bar in St. Louis, Missouri on a Sunday afternoon. Something we do as a team to calm our nerves after a long weekend of competition in a cold, damp city. They were real fancy pipes too – tall, glassy and gold. Two flavors for each pipe - watermelon-mint and strawberry-mint. David says mint keeps the smoke cool and flavor level. He was a red headed Syrian who had his own pipe at home and has been our debate captain for three weeks. Only a little while ago he had mustered enough courage to admit to everyone he “was conservative, but only a little.” Smoking hookah is very popular in Syria, embedded in the culture. We figured he knew what he was talking about. The bar was empty except for the owner who was happy to have customers but not desperate enough to forget carding us for use of his pipes and liquor. He showed us a room off to the side full of lar
In summer we all burnThe summer is coming,In summer we all burn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.
Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?
These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking they're
often doing better than we are.
Summer is coming; they sit still and burn.
Some go out with a bang!
Others fall to dust.
But us, we fuss and flail.
Still we burn.
Summer is for beaches and getting laid.
Summer is for stretching,
for sticking your proboscis into
the rivers and guzzling.
No, I can't help thinking about
the skeletons at the waterholes in the Mallee.
You intrigue MeYou intrigue Me12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You intrigue me
Our likeness burns in my heart
So close, I could almost touch your lips
But I turn away
I mustn't let this little secret ruin me
I think I might belong to you
But Ill never love again
I've become devoid of happiness
I've forgotten what it's like to taste sweet love's embrace
I yearn to be remembered on a cold December's eve
To have you call, knowing it was just to hear my voice
And then hear a simple "I love you" followed by a pause, my ditto, and a click
It's no matter
I'm done with all of that
All that's left is you
Something Different-Yaoi TalesSomething Different-Yaoi Tales3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wing, or Yvvyn, which most seemed to forget was his real name because the battle worn demon had only one wing. The other had been severed from his back by a zealous angel and the same could be said for his sight as well, but not the same angel and neither had lived long after scarring him for life. Blinded and flightless, there had been other demons that thought he was powerless and weak because of the lacking sense.
It was a shame that he had to prove otherwise to those foolish creatures that had come to take on the Great One Winged Demon. The pile of bodies to his name, both angelic and demonic were staggering and pleasing, pride was his sin, if he had to relate to any one sin at all.
Even sightless and flightless, the demon, Yvvyn was worth fearing. But the one that was before him now was neither cowering or fearful. The male? Was it a male? The scent said male but the creature's voice was soft like
--Beta Test-- oneshot story--Beta Test-- oneshot story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Large windows stretched out across the room, displaying the pitch blackness of outer space and all of its magnificent stars. Despite the vastness of the empty space and the large ship it contained, there was a chilling silence. Not even the air filters in the room made a sound. The ship was quiet, bleak, and colored in shades of black. The ship was for business, and nothing else.
In front of the windows sat two beings, discussing their business matter at each end of a long table. These beings were clearly not human but they had a few similarities. Just like the beings from the planet Earth, they had the same limbs and facial features. However, these creatures were much taller. Their lanky legs were crossed and their arms rested gracefully on them, despite being monstrously large. Even though their limbs stretched out like spider legs, all of their movements were fluid. Their expressions were much more sharp than a typical humans' face; more animal-like, like a wolf.
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