My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
Like TulipsLike Tulips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we ever kissed
we would both wordlessly agree that we felt
and then you'd take off my glasses
and then i would silently feel
like a whole field of flowers.
Why the Wind WailsWhy the Wind WailsWhy the Wind Wails5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, when gods and demons were more numerous and powerful than today, there lived in one corner of the world a Jaguar.
Now this Jaguar was no ordinary beast, for he grew far larger than others of his kind, until he towered over the greatest trees and began to rival even the smaller mountains. He knew hunger then, for being so large there was no game that could sustain him for long. Ravenous, he left the jungle and trekked north in search of better hunting.
He entered a desert, where at first he found only jackrabbits and the occasional coyote, neither of which was more than a tiny mouthful at a time. Besides which, the thunder of his belly rumbling sent most of them scurrying for their burrows before he ever got near.
The Jaguar was nearing the point of despair, about to lie down in the dust and wait to breathe his last when a musky scent wafted teasingly across his nose. Cresting a mountain, he sighted in the valley below a herd of gigantic pronghorned antelope
Our planOur plan4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There will always be a second chance,
A take two
Another opportunity for success in life and romance
A hope to stop feeling blue
Nothing is lost forever
As long as friends stick together
We can conquer the world, my friend
We need to keep on going till we reach the end
We'll always have a plan B
Because people never run out of ideas
Please stay here with me
So we can go and be free
I need a soul to trust, to stick with throughout the night
One I can see as my knight
Run away with me without leaving a trail
No, we're too awesome together to fail
HonestyHonesty4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can no one ever be completely honest with me?
Being too polite.
Not giving me straight answers.
Dancing around a subject.
I would rather have people blunt with me,
Than find out the hard way later on.
But no one ever tells me the full truth.
I hate words.
No, not words, the way people use them.
It's sad that you can't often express yourself as much as you'd like.
That you can't let your thoughts and emotions be free.
Because others would react badly.
And no one wants that.
I wish you could take risks without fearing the consequences,
Throw yourself out there and let the world do its worst.
But right now, that's not possible.
I understand the reason for being polite.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
I really wish we didn't have to be.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss.
'Queen - One Vision''Queen - One Vision'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going slightly mad...
I can hear music -
The prophet's song?
Don't stop me now,
I want it all:
Somebody to love,
A kind of magic,
Fight from the inside
Pain is so close to pleasure
Life is real
Now I'm here
I want to break free
Tear it up.
These are the days of our lives,
Who wants to live forever
Was it all worth it?
Dead on time.
The PlagiaristI am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.The Plagiarist11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing I say is my own
Everything I have heard before.
Not a word original.
So heed this warning:
Before you read poetry,
Before you read prose,
Check over your shoulder
Around the corner,
In the closet,
Under you bed,
Don't think too hard or I might yank words directly from you head.
Because I am a plagiarist, I am a thief of words.
I just take the words you say and jumble them all up
So you don't realize the words I'm reciting
Are really…………your own.
Drowning In ThoughtMisinterpreted text.Drowning In Thought6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A label read wrongly.
The scream of thought,
I provoke my inner mind.
Drowning in the pleasure
Of reading out the future
And creating my own view
On the events around me.
Though this song is so alone,
So very deep in solitude.
But I'll hum it while I
Drink my tiny imagination
and the beautiful arrangements
Of my crystalline ideals.
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy
SUBMERGEDSUBMERGED4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like a river falls in to the ocean
with a great desire and emotion
to end its identity as a river
to be the part of the sea forever
like a person is fast asleep
and he has gone in a dream too deep
he never wants to be awake
despite he knows what he's seeing is fake
like a poet writting a poem
one by one, collecting the coins
for his beloved feeling the heat
he restless untill its complete
like a true and brilliant actor
who literally wears the character
hes no more known for his name
its the character which gives him fame
its the submergence of the river
of the poet, actor and dreamer
into the things they love the most
and thats how I am submerged into your love
and i am totally lost !
THE GAY AGENDA: RevealedStep One:THE GAY AGENDA: Revealed6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get the right to marry so we can destroy the institution, and continue the work of conservative Christian Republicans who demand the right to divorce, as well as the individuals such as Britney Spears who mock it.
Gain adoption rights to corrupt the youth and make them all into happier people who understand that hatred is tearing this world apart. (Hopefully, they'll all be bisexual, so we get the best of both worlds.)
TAKE OVER THE WORLD, and paint it in rainbows. ^_^
boy in a stitchshe's lying on her back,boy in a stitch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on his bed,
with every planet
on his bedspreads,
in his tears.
the crumbling stucco
of the ceiling
falls like snow,
like soothing fragments
meanwhile, he's pouring vodka
and adolescent tragedies into a shot glass,
stumbling and stuttering and stifling.
because everything's hazy
all summer fog ripped nylons nymphet eyes
watching his every move beneath the killing moon
because her voice is luring him from every room
even though she's right in front him,
her pupils two black rosaries.
he stifles his urges
as he sees
her white thighs
beneath the sheets -
then he moves closer.
light spills in through the window, illuminating their intertwined forms. the clock on the bedside table reads 3 am. too early for birds, for cars on the roads, for the moon to have done its job. too early for black coffee and going to school and learning about number lines.
(she'd rather skip school, anyway)
there's a desola
How 2 Make an Anime GurlGirls, girls, girls. Everybody loves girls! They're so soft and cuddly! Know what else everyone loves? That's right! Anime! So what happens when you put the two best things in the world together!How 2 Make an Anime Gurl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Anime girls. We've gone through how to make dicktastic sexbombs believable female characters and space marines main characters, let's explore some of the more whimsical elements fiction has to offer.
1. Body Type The biggest and most important rule of anime girls.
No fat chicks. You ever see a hot fat chick in anime? Yeah, that's what I thought. The only part of them that's allowed to be fat is their breasts. (Or they usually gotta be flat as boards, one or the other, no in between). If an anime girl doesn't conform to this body type, she simply isn't hot. And because Japan thinks so, everyone should think so.
2. Eyes and Hair Next most important to no fat chicks, all their eyes must be big, big, BIG. The eyes are like breasts. The
Hidden Feelings 2Hidden Feelings 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for the story.
Okay the pic is up again. I hope in the future stories I wrote, you fave not only because of the picture but also enjoyed the story.
If you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) relationship, then you can forget about reading this.
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Minor]Cross-shipping (Yusei x Yami)
...Atemu....I love you....
"To think Kaiba...have been feeling this way towards me all this time but...is it a genuine love or...just a false one to make me drop my guard when we duel again?" The former Pharaoh slowly opens his eyes and stares down at the black floor.
Eversince yesterday, the day Kaiba admits something-- Something unusual to me
'Solitude''Solitude'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
ProcrastinateI waste chances and stumbleProcrastinate10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
until I'm left with nothing at all,
into darkness I fumble,
while Spring turns to Fall.
Why am unable to change things
How can it be,
that I'm condemned to a pattern,
a pattern that I cannot even see
Sometimes its distraction
or that I just didn't care
sometimes there was an opportunity,
that I don't even know was there
And I pick up the pieces
and I promise I"ll change
something inside of me
I"ll try to rearrange
Getting started is the hard part
I have to do it now,
but getting started is the problem
I've never figured out how.
FirstsFirstsFirsts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saw me once before
Waved me into the seat beside you
That first day of school
A year it would be, me being so clueless
Not noticing you right there
Oh you tried
You tried so hard to get me to notice
Smiles on my papers
Volunteering the same place as me
Taking an interest in my hobbies
Always greeting me with that bright smile
But I caught on
And I realized how long you'd been waiting
I didn't wait long to tell you how I felt
I still regret not doing it in person
Though I doubt I would have had the courage
My first confession
My first girlfriend
It's good that you were so patient
You'd have more waiting to do yet
For that first kiss
My first first kiss, as it would happen
I was so new at this, you know
My first time buying jewelry for a girl
Anything for a girl, really
My first time going on a date
I was so, so new
I made mistakes
Made a fool of myself
But you stayed with me
Heaven knows why
It wasn't long before you were
My first love
Those early days were like a drea
DiwaliDiwali4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
clap if you believeclap if you believe9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Even as a little girl, I was a budding pessimist. Everything was half empty - not just glasses, but people, too. I remember loving Peter Pan as a little girl. Not the Disney version, but the play with Mary Martin as Pan. Every time Tink drank the poison, I felt my heart clench, first because I wanted to find someone who'd die to save me, and second because I knew she'd die. I never clapped for Tink because I didn't believe that the little flashing light from the audience had a soul, that the little bells had a heart. Whoever I watched the movie with clapped though, and I'd pretend, never touching my hands together. I thought that if I lied, she'd die right away and Peter would never sing about Neverland for me again.
That's how we met. I'd bought a ticket to the college production of Peter Pan. You played Pan. You had that curly brown hair that looked like fistfuls of chocolate