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
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 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
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 Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Break A Leg!Break A Leg!3 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
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.
:Captive Of My Embrace- Ch 1::Captive Of My Embrace- Ch 1:2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Author's note: I know I have a lot of stories I'm working on at the moment. I have been working on this one for quite a while now and decided to post. But see it as more of a preview chapter because I won't be posting the next chapters for awhile. Hope you enjoy, nevertheless!
Captive of My Embrace
Adeon watched, with admiration, the young boy passing by all alone. He leaned forward on the park bench, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting in the palms of his hands, his eyes entranced by the child. The boy turned toward Adeon watching him and cocked his head at the man. The black-haired demon smiled lovingly, putting his hand out, the brunette walked forward without hesitation, his soft green eyes not leaving the cold, black ones of the demon.
"Kasey," He whispered as he gripped the child's hand, pulling him close to speak to him. His hand cupped his cheek, tenderly. "You're mine now."
"What?" The child fur
IslamIslam in generalIslam7 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
BreadBread7 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
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
The Monroe CurseThe Monroe Curse3 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.
A Soul's PassingPlace me not, within this groundA Soul's Passing5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
To hear no more, a mortal sound
Encumbered by earth, a twisted soul
Covered by death, in this devils hole
I scream, I cry, to no avail
A pity screech, a desperate wail
In this wretched place I be
No more to hear, no more to see
All mourners turn and walk away
Interned in darkness and forced to stay
This knoll is now my resting place
Dried tears are etched upon my face
Six feet under is now my home
No more to wander, no more to roam
A stone is laid upon my head
My body blanketed with a flower bed
Please visit me, although I'm gone
Our bodies wither, but the soul lives on
In hearts of loved ones, for ever more
Dreams to keep and minds to store
Our lives are given as a gift
To help restore and give a lift
To those who shared our living days
In many forms and many ways
So I Rest in Peace with knowledge known
Of eternal slumber and seeds I've sown
I close my eyes and say farewell
To what was once my human shell
Sea Of TranquilitySea Of Tranquility5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walk, I sit, and gaze so breathlessly
Inhaling this scene of pure tranquility
Such beauty in this moment found
The music to my ears this sound
Of crashing waves and mystery deep
With struggles it intends to keep
I sigh, when thinking of the souls
lost within the deep blue folds
That something tangible, and yet so raw
Can leave you wanting so much more
I tremble as I smell the salt
Mixed with pain and no-ones fault
I look for miles and all I see
Is promise that was meant to be
Amidst confusion and love's sweet hurt
The grains of sand that turn to dirt
Within my hands it seeps to dust
The sadness torn in loss of trust
She is my sea and in whom I confide
My secrets bitter with the angst I hide
Who listens to my torturous words
On gentle breezes once were heard
Her arms of water take me peacefully
Lets me slip within her generousity
My heart is lighter with each step
These memories are forever kept
Within the blue of her embrace
I slip forgotten, without a trace
Surely my lover will thin
Echo przeszlosci 10Echo przeszlosci 103 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.
Conto de FadasConto de Fadas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hoje vou contar um conto diferente...
Um conto onde as bruxas choram,
os gigantes tem medo de altura e
os espelhos são apenas espelhos.
Um conto onde o lobo necessita de carinho
e a menina vestida de vermelho merece uma bronca
por sua teimosia.
Um conto onde feijões mágicos não querem ser mágicos,
querem apenas alimentar uma família que precisa vender
sua vaca para se manter.
Um conto que por mais que quisessemos que fosse de fadas é recheado de violência,
abuso e morte.
Um conto onde a sobrevivência depende de um mundo encantado.
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
Spoken WordsContinually tripping over my words again.Spoken Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we always ask "How are you?", when we just want to be polite but really feel the urge to run away.
Do we really want to hear the answer?
Do we get more, in the answer, than we really wanted to hear?
I know, when I say those three words, it is because of habit.
Sounds harsh I guess, but it isn't meant to be, for you see, I do care, but do not want to feel what they may be feeling.
This is the moment when the right words never seem to come out of my mouth.
I stumble over "ohhh" and
"I am so sorry" or
"If there is anything I can do to help".
Yet at that very moment we are struggling to find an excuse to say "Goodbye".
When I am asked, I always reply with "Great", although I may feel like shit, or someone just ran over my cat, or I just smile and throw those three words back and hope that they are just like me and lie.
Just a white lie, mind yo
Tragedy's MuseBlame me not, for I am a disillusioned soul that's lost their way,Tragedy's Muse5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
midst many a broken promise and shattered dreams
I see, before me, an enveloping darkness that is threatening
my sanity, akin to tempests of somber misconception
Tears fill these clouds to bursting and droplets of their pain fall like
rivulets on unsuspecting passersby with no purpose in their stride
Surprise is etched on their faces as hands wipe the wetness
from their skin, in a hurried fashion, seemingly alike a scalding heat
Sensitivity being an emotion hidden behind forgotten trysts and the
never-ending confusion that to care is the ultimate betrayal
I smell the scent of fear emitting from anguished chameleons trapped
behind locked doors in relationships going no-where
Burnt offerings sealed in heart-shaped lockets tied around the necks
of wanton women and sadistic men with no place to hide
They walk the streets, looking down, their eyes never resting upon
anything of beauty, just the cracks in the mottled pavement
My Languid lullabyWrap me in your arms tonightMy Languid lullaby5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come stay with me till morning light
En-mesh our bodies so they are one
and sate our lust till rising sun
Kiss me softly from head to toe
and find the places that you know,
will rouse me from this tousled sleep
My heart forever is yours to keep
Our love but once, so hard to find
together two souls, in space entwined
To be our bond forever more
In bliss we find our hearts to store
We linger a while before we sleep
Our words of passion in mind we keep
To remember love that holds us close
In memories when we need them most
Languid breaths within a sigh
lost in motion when said goodbye
Not knowing when we'll meet again
These lonely tears, like falling rain
A moment taken for what is seen,
a precious memory; a waking dream
Love is elusive, but not so rare
To share so openly, with hearts laid bare
Something Different-Yaoi TalesSomething Different-Yaoi Tales4 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
InterviewWhat do you want?Interview4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hell kind of question is that?
Well, you're here. You called this press conference. Obviously, you must have something in mind.
All we wanted for this press thing was to let you nooksuckers know: yes we're aliens, yes we've settled here on Earth, no we're not hostile. That's all. If there's gonna be a media explosion about us I'd at least like to be in control of when and where we set it off.
Still, there must be something your group wants. You're twelve kids holed up in an undisclosed location, there's gotta be something you need.
*sigh* I don't know. There's lots of stuff we need. There's lots of stuff we want. Nepeta wants a kitten. Can you get her a kitten?
Probably. It's human nature to want to help those in need, especially children.
Fucking retarded is what it is.
... alright. First, blanket statement: we're not going with your ridiculous military scientists. No poking, no prodding, no examinations, no experiments. I