How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
FrostBeneath saw-dust skiesFrost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the petals
Of distant and haunted gardens,
That are never quite real.
When the sun climbs
And through the slats of my sister’s apartment window,
I claw at the fake mink bed-spread,
Watch dust particles come to rest.
I fall asleep and
You visit me
In my dreamscapes,
Your soul in a strange, alien-animal:
I know it’s you,
With a body full of
For the Love of Poetry.I have no idea whyFor the Love of Poetry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write love in the
form of poetry.
I've never been
I'm just a liar,
with a pretty tongue.
ShameSat at five am eating a cheese burger with a knife and fork - my mum walks in. She doesn't question it but nonetheless it's suddenly impossible to swallow as my throat fills with shame and contracts with the strength of my self loathing. What are you doing? I am not sure, I was anxious so I couldn't sleep and suddenly the idea popped into my head and then it was all I could think about until eventually I figured I wouldn't get to sleep unless I got it over with.Shame1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, often, I cry when I eat. As I put larded handfuls to my lips I hear someone in my head screaming; what are you doing?
I feel nauseous now. Not intentionally, although I am certain that my binge eating is both emotional and disorderly, but as a pool of disgust wriggles in my flabby stomach.
I try to be honest, in fact I am known for it, but every once in a while I write something so true that the thought of releasing an inventory of my flaws into a starscape of eager critics makes me sick to my eyeballs, so I close th
Childish Literary GamesAll my life I have dreamt of love. I repeated scenarios in my mind until they sang pitch perfect a vibrato across an otherwise empty stage. Two particular fancies stayed in my mind often, lingering long after closing time to comfort me. I would dream of a man's confettied confession of love. He would cough it out and the blood of it, the reality of it, would slide down his chin and onto his shirt. It would be a palpable, palpitable love. He would say it to someone else and not know I was listening, and in turning our eyes would meet and the world would drain away, as a body prepped for fire.Childish Literary Games2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My other dream was better. I would dream of a complicated scenario in which this man had to deny his love for me, or else I would be killed. I thought of filigree tangled emotions and situations and his looking me in the eye to tell me that he never loved me since the moment he saw me. I dreamt of knowing, and of allowing the truth to remain hidden, a seed tucked under a lung, under a rib, u
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
The ghost of lettersOnce again Im right here in this place with no track of time...The ghost of letters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once again Im writing things no one can hear or care about...
Im hiding behind my letters, Im hiding behind the night, Im finding myself alone having this thoughts of lies and lost loves...
Sometimes I do wonder, why am I so lonely?
Why am I so scare?
I could talk to someone, I could say hey..
But then I remember, hey they dont really care, they dont really hear you say hey?...
I try to tell myself that is alright to be alone, that is alright to be locked up, I try to tell myself that this feelings would go away, If only I pretend like I dont care, it might be true someday...
I find myself so away and so distant from everything, from everyone, being like a ghost that only goes out at night and walks slowy so no one can hear her...
I live my days feeling numb, feeling closed, feeling my lips seal with stones...
Im like a warrior that got tired of war...
Im like a doll that got tired of being called not goog enough...
Ode To Ryan DunnHe was a legend among legendsOde To Ryan Dunn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took many hits from riot pellets
Who did outrageous stunts
Even stuffed a toy car up his rear
He was a Jackass member until the end
Friend to Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville
Who was part of the CKY crew
That made us laugh and cringe on Jackass
He rocked Viva La Bam
With Bam whom he tagged along
On his crazy misadventures
Even messing with Vito
He did many crazy stunts
Stuff that was impossible
But for the brave and crazy
They saw it as the possible
He was host of Proving Ground
When it first premired
It featured Mario Kart
Which he so rocked
Now Dunn is gone
He's up in heaven
Probably playing pranks
On the angels as we speak
You made us laugh
Made us sick to our stomachs
You were a great man
Without you here
Jackass won't be the same
But the legacy we'll live on
For your spirit we'll be with them
Everyone on Earth
Who has seen Jackass
We'll miss you very much
May you find peace in heaven
Rest in Peace Random Hero
Your heroic deeds we'll be fo
TryingToSleepSo I lie in bed and trying to fall asleep,TryingToSleep5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but when I close my eyes I see what I need.
And I know these feelings are true,
because when I close my eyes all I see is you.
I dont know why you were on my thoughts since last week,
but I know seeing you is better then counting sheep.
So I pick up my pillow and straighten my sheet,
I guess I will look at you till I fall asleep.
honesty isn't a weaknessI have a headache and not enough timehonesty isn't a weakness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to explain the irony of how I want to be
every pretentious poet making art out of
themselves, cutting open their side and writing
in blood and pixie dust; or how difficult
it is to make a good allegory out of carsickness
and household complacency. this
is every secret I ever hid. when I was 9
someone dissected the world in front of me,
showed me it was a living, wanting thing
and that I was just a lonely cell, functioning
through my dysfunction; when I was 11
the boy I liked told me he’d be interested
if I were prettier and I learned starvation
was more a state of mind than a presence
of being. when I was 13 I researched the lethality
of cleaning products, because god, I felt so dirty,
and nothing can clean you more than a couple cupfuls
of bleach. when I was 15 I was old and decrepit
and mostly dead, returning from war with flowers
for graves that weren’t filled and a heart of
tragedy, vulnerable and draped in every shade
of mourning f
how to become a writer.don't.how to become a writer.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stay away from
pencils and pens.
or at blank pages
of notebook paper.
to the emerald sigh of
the shredded sheets
everything you've worked
your whole life to run away from.
don't live in the moment.
let love and fear float by,
just a skimming whisper,
because a whisper
is better than nothing.
a whisper is better
than the brittle falling-apart
suffer from catoptric tristesse,
but don't think about it
(for too long, anyways.)
look at the mirror
but never look yourself
in the eye,
because who knows what you've become?
don't write what you're feeling.
you don't even know what you're feeling.
leave the pencil alone,
because the pencil will not submit
to the slow,
of your life.
Heart:a rebellionHeart:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Ranma Universe: A + O Ch. 10BPart BRanma Universe: A + O Ch. 10B7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There they go I hope theyll have a good time
I wouldnt worry too much theyve learned how to be more civil with each other and express what they truly feel for each other. I think they need time alone to work things out Kasumi says back in return to her father.
That could be the best way but well wait and see what happens in the next few weeks. Theres a lot facing those two
Kasumi smiles. Challenge is what they both thrive on I think theyll do just fine.
Continuing their conversation, Kasumi and Soun fail to see a figure exit the house and head the same direction that Ranma and Akane just went.
Over at Ukyos restaurant, U-chans, things are quite busy. The regular customers are surprised to see a new face waiting tables in the restaurant.
At least he cant get lost in my small restaurant and I can focus on making the food&
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
roadkillYou told meroadkill1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
Its weak to cryIts weak to cry6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll hold in these tears,
until they burn my eyes,
I'll try my hardest not to whimper,
while I choke on these cries.
Don't cry, don't cry,
its weak, its so weak.
I'll just prove to everyone I'm pathetic,
if I let these tears leak.
I feel like screaming,
I feel like crying,
I feel like bleeding,
I feel like dying,
Why am I such a fucking mess?
trying to cut everything out with this knife,
the razors are sharp but, I don't care,
maybe I just don't deserve life.
How am I supposed to go on,
when I know I'm unable to love at all?
I know I'm also unlovable,
thanks to my every flaw.
So fuck this, I'm sick of living this way,
let the tears build up, but don't cry.
Hold the gun to my head, close my eyes
and whisper goodbye...
she had a habit of making stars cryprobably could've settled forshe had a habit of making stars cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
less than mine, but there's
a tongue-tied night sky
crying to the moon and
its narrating defenses
against my remarks, comments
never too dark to notice the spark, dead
shooting stars have been
trying to prove. to me, it takes
more than will to move
the north to the south, no field will
help you, no power will allow you,
no words will let you.
should've stuck to rhyming for
catharsis and, let the night cry to
a fraudulent sun and
found comfort in anonymity to
hang on some more; should've quit
being a witness before i
fell to the floor. should've opened
before popping those pills and let
drag reluctance until it
swam into ripples too perfect for
the moon, and stayed to hold the
stars when they fell
into our lagoon.
probably could've lied about
discovery and the Nile, probably would've
granted every wish worth the while. could've
said the day was too dark for the
night, could've stopped the moon from
settling to surviv