Vaas X Oc meeting you again chapter 4The first thing I saw as I peeled my eyes open was blue.Vaas X Oc meeting you again chapter 42 years ago in Settings More Like This
The shade was sickly familiar for some reason. I squinted trying to focus my gaze, and soon realized that the blue was eyes.
The face the eyes belonged to slowly came into focus. I wrinkled my brow at the unfamiliarity of the face.
“Did you sleep well hermana?” I jumped, not expecting the figure to speak. Their entire form came into view as I sat up on what appeared to be the floor of a shack.
“Where am I?” I said quietly, rubbing the back of my head, which was throbbing for some unknown reason. My hand stopped moving and I froze as memories of last night flooded through my mind.
I slowly looked over to the man. He was sitting on a bed, not far from where I was. I slowly moved to feel behind me for something, anything that could be used as a weapon.
Not finding anything I turned my head slightly to the left. A hand gun caught my eye. It was only about three meters from me on a dresser, I was sure I could g
Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.8 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
Roses Are Red Violets Are BlueRoses are red,Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But roses have thorns,
And violets are rare.
Sugar turns sour,
But I doubt you even care.
So if roses draw blood,
And violets seem strange.
If sugar makes you hyper,
Then you must be deranged.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
But honey, it will never be you.
Education for AllFor many, education is the keystone of a successful life, but not everyone learns alike. Since everyone learns differently, this spectrum of ways to learn should be a tool in the arsenal of education. Since everyone learns differently, teachers should teach differently; different styles of teaching should be embraced. Since everyone learns differently, there should be multiple paces of learning, more of a hill than steps, five or seven paces of class. Since everyone learns differently, everyone should learn differently.Education for All6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
There are numerous learning style inventories one can take, and numerous outcomes on each inventory. One standardized format could be presented, and from there teaching could be designed around the result of each student. With that, since independence is a commonly respected ideal, electives should be more common, as mandatory classes tend to bog down the system, and sometimes hurt the students who hold minimal interest in the subject. That is not to say that basic clas
Love Struck Chapter 1Summary: Yami, Bakura, Marik and Seto are the sons of the richest men in all of Japan. Expected to run the family business, they are all expected to find a wife. One problem, THEY WON'T TAKE ANY GIRL THAT COMES THEIR WAY! Can a visit to Domino High School change their minds? Can they really be love struck? (Way better than it sounds!!!!)Love Struck Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rating: T-K (Maybe M if I'm brave...)
Warnings: FEMALE Yugi, Ryou, Malik and Jou. Not Yaoi. Blood, Fluff and lots of humour! XD
Pairings: Puzzleshipping mostly, Tendershipping, Bronzeshipping, Puppyshipping
I don't own YUGIOH! (If I did it would be a Yaoi romance series!)
Chapter 1- The Beginning
The sun rose over Domino City, one of the most advanced and richest cities in all of Japan. The morning sky hovered overhead, the sounds of cars, people and life sprung into the clear, silent, morning air. It was the beginning of a normal Monday morning.
The rays of light bounced of the long
Master Chief vs Samus 1The sergeants voice crackled through the radio.Master Chief vs Samus 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's the last of this holdout. Get a move on Chief, we've still got six recon points to go!"
'Just for once, could I not have to run these damn ODST drop recon points solo?' the Chief thought to himself. He wasn't exactly the young, 21 year old recruit he had been. Having been put into cryo-sleep, ditched on the edge of the universe, required to save humanity multiple times, all of these things had taken their toll on both the Chief's energy and his patience. He was 26 on that day, something which Cortana had reminded him of. As far as he could tell, she was the only one who knew or cared. He knew it shouldn't bother him, not at all. Not the Master Chief, Spartan-117, super soldier and savior of humanity. But it still did. Keys was dead, so any romantic interest that he might have had there was long gone, thanks to the fucking profits. There were plenty of girls who would have gladly been his lover but he didn't really feel inclined to
StayHoneyed whispers,Stay6 years ago in Open More Like This
sweet and sickly
noxiously, addictively smothering.
would be swimming through
Roughly tender hands
tie me down by my heartstrings;
tame me and change me
until there's nothing to go back to.
Running for the stairsWhen you yelled I wanted to hide,Running for the stairs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where life was safe,
no danger there,
Such a place doesn't exist so...
Every time I saw your arms
closing the distance,
to my face,
I wanted to run--
run really fast,
Get away from this place.
Your grip was a trap that I couldn't escape.
So, I stayed.
But, one night,
this one night,
I found a place to hide myself,
comfort my pain, bury my sorrow.
This small space,
just under the stairs,
next to the brooms.
There, I stayed hidden.
And it almost felt magical,
this hiding place of mine.
Like Cinderella's room,
that her sisters couldn't find.
So,there I stayed and danced in my mind.
Danced on stages and rooftops,
rainforests and lakes,
cities up in the sky.
Oh, how I danced in my mind.
But there was no music,
so I sang,
a song I knew when I was young,
about love, hate
and sweaty palms.
But that song,
So you heard my voice,
found my shelt
I went away...Leaving home; Earned a new life.I went away...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These moments of us.Τι αγάπησες πιο πολύ σ' αυτόν αυτό πες μου μόνο.These moments of us.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Οι σκέψεις την κατέκλυσαν, την τύλιξαν.
Όλα τα καταμέτρησε, όλα τα ξεσκόνισε,
για να βρει αυτό το ένα. Το μοναδικό, ξεχωριστό.
Όσοι τους ήξεραν μαζ
In the PastMemories shattered.In the Past3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lost in my past,
and I cant get
Trapped but content
in this little window
where none pass....
How can I not take
the comments to heart
when you are
Lost in what I called the past
Lost in shattered time
Lost in what I call time
Lost and alone
In a small temple,
flowers lay around me
and tears stain the concrete
as I think of your shining eyes
I reach out,but the link is broken
and broken it will stay
you told me,and so did she
It will remain this way.
How can I break the door
to my future,
when the whereabouts are unknown
the rain of the past will pin me down
in a rushing,torrential downpour.
The feathers from your wings
drift slowly to the ground
as you leave my world behind but remain connected
somehow,it will work,
we have always been in sync
but far apart
nevertheless you and her.
I wish a gentle flight.
spread your wings
unto the world
Pedobear .._,,-~'''¯¯¯''~-,,Pedobear3 years ago in Letters More Like This
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BarbiesWhy is it that nowadays all guys want are the mass produced Barbie dolls?Barbies6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The ones that come off the assembly line everyday.
The ones that all look the same
Act the same
Dress the same.
I think its sad.
Especially for the rest of us that arn't the Barbie dolls.
The rest of us are more like Raggedy Ann dolls.
One of a kind.
But like Raggedy Ann dolls
We are eventually thrown off to the side
Im tired of being played with and then thrown in the closet
With all the other forgotten toys.
The Barbies are carefully placed on top of a nice shelf
So it can be viewed by all.
While the Raggedy Ann dolls get buried deeper and deeper
Beneth the teddy bears and beanie babies.
But the thing is
Those barbie dolls will eventually fade
And grow old
But the Raggedy Ann dolls will stay the same
We will always have that smile
My sunshineMy sunshine3 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
no one wants tono one wants to readno one wants to4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about reconciliation to
mediocrity, well I don't:
so much anger
blurring the lines between
artistic soul and me me me
but look! outside
there are dewdrops on the tulip tree
and Holi paint is on the pavilion
of some sweet sweet sweetness
drowning the bitter?
mediocre just means
WierszWiersz bez sensu, bez polotuWiersz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bez iskierki i bez grzmotu
Nic nie znaczy, nic nie wnosi
O nic także cię nie prosi
Słowa w wierszu jak strumienie
Wypłukują z zdań znaczenie
Nie celowo, nie bezwiednie
A ich sens bez przerwy blednie
"Nic z niczego dla nikogo!"
Płacze szyja, kręcąc głową
"Bo cóż z tego, że rymujesz
Kiedy sens na tym marnujesz?"
"Ależ szyjo, co ty pleciesz!"
Obruszona głowa rzecze
"Poloniści, zważ, wymyślą
Jaką się kieruję myślą!"
A game of poker.Making this choice,A game of poker.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Finding the right card to play.
Weighting your move.
That's how poker was made.
But I don't know the game.
Battering your eyelashes,
Blushing casually and looking down,
Waiting for him to move.
That's poker's love crown.
But I don't know the game.
My choices are spontaneous,
I don't even have cards,
And the moves
I've never made one.
I don't know this game.
I have so many faces,
So many smiles.
But I can't put them into work
I can't fake a life.
I don't wanna be in this game.
I guess I'll never be good at playing it safe,
At planning, at thinking, at never making a mistake.
I just have to learn now,
Everyone else is this way.
They all love to play the game.
I've never been scared,
While making the wrong turn
The only fear I possessed,
Was going all the way back again.
I'll never know the game.
But I guess I'm just different,
I'm this kind of girl;
Driven to ride the bike,
That drives you to hell.
This is my game.
I Don't UnderstandI don't understand why school is importantI Don't Understand3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
All I want to do is draw, to sit in that art room all day long
I don't understand why my mind contradicts itself constantly
All I want is to be happy
I don't understand why nobody loves me
All I want is to be loved in return
I don't understand why my sister is such a bitch all the time to me and my little sister
All I want is a quiet home to return to
I don't understand why my hair is so thin and hideous
All I want is to feel pretty
I don't understand why I can't talk to my mother besides a simple "Hello."
All I want is somebody to talk to
I don't understand why I don't have many friends
All I want is to be liked
I don't understand why my grades are so low even though I try
All I want to do is seem intelligent to people, and make my mother happy
I don't understand why I can't be myself
Because that's all I want to be
OdeI like to write poetryOde3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That makes the mouth's church bells jingle
And the mind's spine
Sensual sorbet of noodling letters
And rippling rhyme,
Tossed with fresh herbs from the windowsill
A little oregano, a lot of thyme
I like to write poetry that makes
My heart thrill to tackle life
Like after reading recipes from Bon Appetìt,
And cutting them out of their page with my butter knife
Cooking the words, on paper, which have the best mouthfeel,
-Noyaux, Brioche, Quince and Camembert-
I write meals of words that makes poetry
More substantial than elegies of despairing fare.
The moment after the sound.The moment after I hear the door slam, I wanted to die. Hide somewhere deep and dark and stay there forever.The moment after the sound.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was not supposed to be like that. It wasn't at all how I had imagined it. The moment that you'd become mine and I'd become yours.
Firstly, it is supposed to be voluntary. I was supposed to feel "ready". But, I didn't. Even after today, that it has already happened, I don't feel ready for this. You just love to catch me unprepared.
I wrap a towel around my body; I sit on the floor and hug my knees. My hair is still wet. Pretty cheap of you to run off when I was in the shower; then again everything you do is cheap.
I close my eyes and try to exorcise the images that fill my head the moment I relax. No, I don't want to relive this. Your skin pressed again mine, your mouth on my neck, our bodies wrapped so tight as one. But it happened; and everything is still so fresh, like an open wound it doesn't really hurt yet.
Yes, I knew it. I knew it was a mistake an
Life's WayBirds chirpLife's Way6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets
The stars sparkle
The moon shines
And it all happens before our eyes
Time goes on and life passes by
Life goes on
And so must we
Have to carry on
Like nature running its task
We must too
We all have a purpose
Me and you
We are natures beauty
Its within you
PalestinePalestine8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Homes being torn down
to make room for better people
It starts with a family still inside
As the tank moves
a small boy starts to cry
The fear chokes him
He goes blind
The older boy who escaped
tries to defend his home
throwing rocks at the tank
He is seized by men with AKs
The fear chokes him
wetness drips down his pants
A man teaches his son to pray
in the house of God
until tanks surround them
and soldiers destroy the peace
Three laugh as they fire their weapons
at the son
The father stands over his limp body
in a last act of defiance
More bullets fly, hitting mosaics on the wall
spelling "God, the most merciful" in flowing Arabic script
One shot missed, he's paralyzed
more laughing as another hits its target
in between his eyes
He falls over his son
This is Palestine
This is Hell