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
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
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
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
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
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
The Seal Of Judith Part.1The Seal Of Judith Part.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was peaceful...it was dark... Then you started to hear annoying things...sounds, racket, you had no intention of talking at the moment all you wanted to do is say or at least mumble.."Shut up"
You felt a warm hand shake your shoulder; you turned your shoulder away with power if you were telling them "Don't bother me dammit". Then a voice that sounded loud awakened you.
"Hey! Get up! We have arrived! Don't forget to look for you group! Everyone up!"
You opened your eyes and gave a groan, you sat up and look at the empty seats in the school bus, the last person was already walking down the bus. You suddenly hear the bus turn on again that made you jump up, thinking that you would be left forgotten there. You ran through the bus and jumped the stairs. The wind blew hard and hold that made your hair cover your right eye, but quickly shoved it off. You quickly looked for the other students who were already walking far into the forest.
After quickly running to catch up you ran
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
Good-bye Winter, Good-bye Jack FrostI look outside my windowGood-bye Winter, Good-bye Jack Frost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And feel the cold chill
As I watch the sky, hoping that I
could spy that little thrill
The one that rides the seasons
following the cold
who skates on water turning to ice
and flies so bold
I watch and wait and wonder
as snowflakes file down
I wonder if he was here to stay
and if it was Jack Frost that I found
My winter spirit of beauty,
your frost designs appear
as I watch them paint their picture,
I admire them so dear.
But alas, our time is over.
Winter is done.
Spring is here, but have no fear
because I'll remember all our of fun.
I long for your sweet snowflakes
dancing in the air
But I know it's time for you to move on,
So I guess I'll see you there.
Dear old friend
I'll see you
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.
my fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE storymy fan-made live action JUSTICE LEAGUE story3 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
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.
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
I Still Believe In YouI Still Believe In You3 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
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
Fun Time for Three"Boo, boo, BOO!"Fun Time for Three3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Phineas yelped and leaped out of his computer chair, startling Ferb in the process, who was busy looking through a magazine one his bunk bed. Perry, polishing his robotic left wing, chuckled at the sight of seeing his owner's reaction to the surprise visit of his best friend.
Isabella giggled uncontrollably behind her hand and leaned away from the computer chair while pushing back some of her dark hair. "You're so cute when you jump like that, Phin!" she admitted. She leaned towards him and poked his nose. "You're so edgy, totally unlike your sister."
Phineas wrinkled his nose in reply while Ferb and Perry laughed. "Candace was the leader of the Resistance, that's why," he mumbled while settling back down in his computer chair. He pulled it away from the girl and continued his programming. "Fighting and surprising bad guys was her thing."
Isabella placed her hands behind her and leaned over his shoulder, watching him type. Her ebony hair fell at both sides of her head,
noceboswimming in paintnocebo1 year 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
Alternate Kagerou FicAlternate Kagerou Fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A pretty woman in a brown and pink striped dress, carrying a cafeteria tray with a salad and cup of chicken noodle soup, sits down directly across the table.
Well now. Maybe this one won't threaten to rape you.
She's got the kind of face you'd expect from a French model, round brown eyes under thoughtful brows, her lips are pale and naturally smiling, and her nose has a slightly Jewish touch to it. She's wearing large spectacles and the silliest pair of wooden craft-class gag earrings you've ever seen on a woman so otherwise cultured. She has a name tag which identifies her as Dr. Di Lucien. Her ID picture is horrible and looks nothing like her.
You stare at her. Perhaps she got lost on her way to the pediatrics ward. She seems like the type to treat children. You wish she'd leave the cafeteria before something ugly happened in her presence. She looks like she would fall apart if someone spoke roughly to her. She doesn't belong here, you think.
"I'm Patricia," the woman says, putting o