Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic façade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
Death By VampireGood evening young man, I have just a word of cautionDeath By Vampire9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do not romanticise my kind, I do not use seduction
Let go of your misconceptions, and your silly dreams
Because I will not indulge your dark, gothic fantasies
We will not be lovers, immortality will not be yours
I do not have alluring fangs, I have savage jaws
When I take a human life, I do not feel regret
I am neither beauty nor desire, I am the living dead
I will slice your jugular; and lap you clean with my tongue
Maybe I'll drain you completely, and bathe in your blood
Or I can suspend you in a cage, and prod you full of holes
I will have a shower; I will have red stains all over my clothes
I am a nocturnal hunter; I will attack you in the night
And rip your throat to pieces; leave you dying in first light
If I want to be ironic, I could drive a stake through your heart
There are so many ways to kill when a vampire is out for blood
A Public Conspiracy.everybody shut up and listen,A Public Conspiracy.11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
this train wont stop 'till i find truth.
hypocrisy rises, friends split ways,
take sides! take face! take life! take place!
'the final shred of me was replaced'
by the jury, relocated, autopsy of the case.
fuck, this train wont stop soon.
a public conspiracy, the gun in his desk,
like maggits tearing through, eating away at your flesh,
the gun in his desk, the gun in his desk...
dont loose track, this gun wont sleep tonight.
but the tracks are loosening, the trains derailed,
knives downtown, to you these letters mailed,
they read: with some red, we will avenge,
we will rebuild, we can fight again.
until death, keep marching, and at death only stop.
im sorry this is a folly, why's your head's put up?
just take sides, take face, take life, take place,
take my friends, take it away,
make, for me, another unsaid hear-say.
please make, for me, a public conspiracy.
How Clay Eats a Reese'sHow Clay Eats a Reese's11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stage hand: 'How Do You Eat a Reese's, Clay?' Take one!
Clay: -looks uneasily at the Reese's in his hand- I'm allergic to chocolate.
Stage hand: Reese's, take two!
Clay: -looks agitated- You put cellophane over it. I still can't eat this. ~.~
Director: Just try it!
Clay: I'll choke!
Director: >.< CUT!
Stage hand: Take three!
Clay: >.O; -now wrapped in cellophane- This doesn't make sense!
Director: It's art!
Clay: O.O It's a candy commercial!
Stage hand: Take four!
Director: -pinning Clay's arms behind his back- Eat the Reese's!
Stage hand: Cut...?
Stage hand: Take five!
Clay: -wrestling with the director-
Stage hand: >.> Cut!
Stage hand: Take six!
Clay: -pinned to the floor- Get offa me!
Director: How do you eat a Reese's, Clay?!
Clay: I don't! I'm allergic! -writhes-
Stage hand: O.o; Cut!
Stage hand: Take seven!
Clay: -sighs in irritation, holding up a lu
SlippedNow.Slipped10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry. And be quiet."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, it won't take more than a minute."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need your help."
"You may not need my help, but you clearly need professional help."
"What? Professionals do this kind of thing?"
"…Are you always this stupid? I'm just wondering for future reference."
"Oh, don't be that way."
There was a time when I was eight years old. It wasn't a terribly eventful time. Basically, my mother took me to the mall and we window-shopped. Then we left. That was it. That was the time.
It was the results of that time that were rather stupendous.
Apparently, as I would learn later in life, we'd walked past a security camera or two on our way out. The tape would show a little girl holding tightly onto thin air as she walked energetically through the mall while talking her own ear off. Someone noticed thi
I never meant to do thisI never meant to do this12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were the perfect girl,
molded for me,
and me alone,
but it seems as though,
I was blind,
and wasted it all
for just a little fun.
but little did I know
that you would know,
and that I'd break your heart,
and stain your soul.
We had our lives
all planned out,
we knew the names of our children,
we knew it should have lasted forever.
I had the perfect girl,
in this semi-perfect world,
and I threw it all away
for something I never even wanted.
You haven't spoken to me in years,
Only one time did I see your number,
and when I called you back,
I had nothing to say.
See the cracked and tear stained glass
of those beautiful pictures of us,
together, wanting nothing more than
to be together, forever.
I said it'd never be like this,
I'd never be like this,
I'd never do this,
Become Legend, Ch. 1 Chapter 1Become Legend, Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
....It was time for him to open those eyes of his, but he wasn't about to. No way. Too bright.
He sat up and stretched, groaning a bit with some of the tiny aches from his last day of work.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed and scritch-scratched at his head of brown hair with golden mixed hairs, the golden hair catching the sun and dimming the room in a slightest fraction of light, dulling the edges of his shadow and brightening the white walls around him.
He rubbed his eyes, this making them want to open. Blur....
Focusing, he worked his dry mouth, and ran his hands through his mess of hair. He went to a broken piece of sheet metal, it's
Become Legend Ch 7 Chapter 7Become Legend Ch 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sighing, he stood silently and stepped down the sandstone aisle way with the rugged red carpet.
A woman with red hair up in a ponytail and long golden earrings, wearing a bikini top in the same design as Ganondorf's cape and a front-back-flap type dress walked beside him, her dark mocha skin bright in comparison to his.
"You have sensed it, Milord?"
"Yes." He answered darkly, "The same boy holds it."
"But Lord Ganondorf!" She exclaimed, 'No human can hold more than one Triforce Piece in his or her hand without putting them all in play. You beat that into my head!"
Ganondorf turned abruptly, stopping and glaring at her, the torches mounted on the walls making shadows dance in the wr
Dissecting a HedgehogDissecting a Hedgehog10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Dissecting a Hedgehog: An in-depth analysis of Sonic the Hedgehog
Starting in 1991 and going until 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog dazzled audiences with high-speed high-action antics the likes no other videogame hero can provide or has provided since. With each game, Sonic's adventures grew longer, the levels grew more complex, and the graphics got more detailed. But, after 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog all but vanished from the face of gaming -- a character who was king, beating out rivals like Mario in popularity polls and putting countless copycats to shame, began a downward tailspin into the depths of obscurity. The scarce few games that were released bearing the Sonic name that were not, infact Sonic games; instead they were other genres, other games altogether with the Sonic name and characters transplanted in to them.
In 1998, as Sega transitioned out of their 32bit console, the Sega Saturn, they revealed a new console - the Sega Dreamcast, and with it, a brand new Sonic game slated
Become Legend Ch. 4 Chapter 4Become Legend Ch. 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Leon finally woke, making a face against the exhaustion he still had and struggled to sit up, seeing Zelda and Rosalin watch him, "... ....Hi?"
Rosalin smiled a little, "You haven't been out long. You better rest later, or else."
He made another scrunched up face, "Okay, fine. But you two look a bit grim. what happened?"
Zelda watched him. His blue eyes intrigued her a bit. They were energetic, could be fierce, but also cheerful. Eyes with potential. Eyes of a beast, in a sense, "I wish for you to journey with me to Hyrule Castle, to seek and obtain a tool that will give us an edge against Ganondorf."
Twilight ObessionYou know youre obsessed with Twilight whenTwilight Obession7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
· Every time someone mentions the name of a character in the book you squeal (this includes all side characters as well, not just Edward).
· You find yourself angry or not speaking to a friend who dislikes your favorite character.
· You know the exact days, hours, and possibly even minutes until Breaking Dawn comes out (or the movie, both work).
· You find it impossible not to mention it to every person in every conversation you have.
· You are insulted if someone says they dont like the books and take great personal offense.
· You find yourself debating what might happen in the next book constantly Even while you dream.
· Whenever you see a car style or color mentioned in Twilight you feel the need to point it out.
· If you see a picture of a wolf your first thought is Jacob or werewolves.
· Whenever you read or hear the phrases Twilight, New Mo
Twilight Obsession -2-You know youre obsessed with Twilight whenTwilight Obsession -2-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
· When someone says This is made of Velvet you touch it while thinking (or saying) So this is what Edwards voice feels like.
· You listen for Twilight related words so much that if someone mentions something that is LIKE something in the book, your mind immediately goes to Twilight. An example of this would be if someone says Spoons and you think of Forks or if someone says Edwin you immediately think of Edward.
· Someone mentions a word like pickles and adds that its just about the only thing that doesnt remind them of Twilight. You then associate pickles with Twilight.
· You are envious of Alice and Edward because they both knew what happened in Breaking Dawn before you did.
· When you WANT to hear voices in your head. After all, when Bella went insane, she heard Edward.
· You decide blaming everythi
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
When it Snows IIII. December Hail:When it Snows II7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I look back at what happened a month ago, I can honestly say that I get a little creeped out, because no matter how much I try to tell myself that it was the wind, or some other lame excuse, I know what I heard was real. Sora asked me about it a few times afterwards, but I refused to go into it. I mean, I dont want him to think that Im schizophrenic.
And I know Im not, because The voice talks back to you, and tells you to do stuff, if you are. Or at least I think so, I havent looked it up. I dont really want to look it up either.
I havent heard anything else of that sort since then, so I guess it was just some random glitch in my head.
Yeah, thats it.
Anyway, I guess Ive been lucky. Its hardly snowed at all since that little squall back in November, so weve been able to use the skate park pretty much every day. A holiday fundraiser is even being set up. There
Chronological ContrastChronological Contrast11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Memories, thoughts, regrets, and pleasures.
Reliving mistakes calls for desperate measures.
Follow your heart and your love will be true.
Remember the old, but embrace the new.
The future holds the great unknown,
In the past lies stories told.
Thoughts of both should be overthrown.
Now is now, and time is gold.
Decisions, choices, right and wrong,
The path you choose; chooses where you belong.
Choices, decisions, wrong and right,
Decide with thought; you'll see the light.
January 14th, 2005
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
Barney Theme - Parodyi love drugsBarney Theme - Parody10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drugs love me
heroine and ecstasy
with a snort snort here and a jab jab there
now i'm in intensive care
Prayer for calmLord, make me silent.Prayer for calm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teach me to pray without asking.
I talk too much, loud and discordant.
I never hear your call.
Lord, make me still.
Teach me to lie in repose.
I move all day, fierce and clumsy.
I never feel your guiding hand.
My heart is frantic,
my mind ill at ease,
thrumming and twitching
with unceasing demands.
Lord, quiet me, still me.
We all bleed red.MorningWe all bleed red.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean you no harm
but you might be alarmed
when I shatter the calm
with the silent truth
about the use of arms
in the corrupt western
war on Islam.
Aint just troops pushin up daisies
it's babies, civilian women and old ladies
anyone inbetween Bush and his gravy
can expect no mercy, your funeral could be
your wedding or your birthday.
And it aint just Iraqis on the blacklist
Bush has a hitlist he likes to call the axis
of countries targeted for media hysteria
North Korea, Iran and Libya
or after Iraq he might hit Syria
and all the rest of the world does is bicker
while Bush is busy trying to rival Hitler.
To the protestors on my left
through the cold and hunger
Protestors on my right
we'll get the warmongers
To those who stayed the course
we gonna reap the gain
To those who murder without remorse
NOT IN OUR NAME
Tony aint gonna stop us now
we're still roamin London's streets
wearin' out holes in our feet
cos we're true to the peace cause
no matter what kind
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
SepiaSepia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I kissed my picture of you,
you know the one.
The one where I tried to capture
the brilliance shining behind your eyes,
but got a reflection of my camera in your pupils
It was a failure, but i still kept it.
I kissed it, pretending it wasn't really a picture.
I wanted it to be a window,
wanted you to be real behind
I closed my eyes and pictured
climbing through that picture in my fingers,
putting your arms around me and--
I opened my eyes.
There were sephia lips on your forehead.
Slowly I watched the ink smear
beneath my fingers and
stared into your camera-reflecting-eyes
until they, too, started to distort and fade,
washed into my memory.
The world started to do barrel rolls,
and I slid limply from where I stood
into the rocking chair that had comforted me
when my fish, hermit crabs, and guinea pig had
I rocked in my chair and closed my eyes,
trying to remember
the colors I saw
hidden in your eyes,
the acapella gli
Marquis de SadeI am Renee, I am MadelineMarquis de Sade9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am Rose Keller, I am Justine
You are the world's finest libertine
From the whip to the guillotine
...He picks up a rose…
Sadism grew from your licentious seed
We are all whores with a sexual need
You feel pleasure when you make me bleed
Replace Christian dogma with your own creed
…A blood soaked rose…
Out of all your perversions, which do you like best?
The pleasure in sucking snot or the act of incest?
Sodomising backsides or putting God to the test?
By thrusting communion into a whore with zest
My corruption began with your wicked prose
Now I'm tied up in this humiliating pose
The cat-o-nine whips, blood splatters and flows
I wail and scream, he grows solid and blows
…Of torture and beauty…
You teach us that humans are immoral at core
Indulging our sexuality is a natural law
Seduce me with cruelty, brutality and gore
Titillate me with les crimes de l'amour
…Of pleasure and pain…
Family Portraits: Part FourIt was a beautiful Saturday morning. Birds flew high in the sky, singing their sweet song. I was dressed in black, my fingers clutched together. Biting down on my lower lip, I tried to listen to the people talking of my mother, about how much of an amazing person she was. How she'd be missed dearly. I waited for my time to speak, bile rising in my throat. I couldn't do this. I wanted to run, run far away and pretend the past month had never happened.Family Portraits: Part Four6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But I couldn't do that.
I couldn't run. No more running.
I got up from my seat, walking past the priest, and stood in front of the podium. I cleared my throat before I began. "Up until a month ago, I hated my mother. Mostly because I didn't know her. I didn't see how similar her and I were. Or...or maybe I did, and I just never wanted to end up like her. Unhappy...a bitter drunk.
"When my dad died, I resented her. And when she met Pete, I couldn't see how happy she was. All I could see was anger..." I blinked back tears, pausing to
Four SkiesFour Skies8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are pretenders. Wait. Let me correct myself. We are a bunch of fake, faking fakers.
Im sorry. Its just that tonight is one of those bittersweet goodbye times where Im saying, "Yeah! Ill come visit you and youll come visit me and itll be just like its always been!" but what Im really saying is, "Dont stop being my friends!" because Im worried that they will stop being my friends. Because they are going away, and I am not.
But for now we can hold our hands over our eyes and pretend that were in a suspended moment. This is a bittersweet goodbye time, but it could just be any other day this summer, where we pile into Lukes basement. He gives us carbonated drinks, somebody sets theirs directly atop the "new" coffee table, Luke turns into the universal mother and his voice becomes increasingly higher in pitch, "Guys! Come on! Do you know how long it takes to scrub