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chocolate cakethe earth can shakechocolate cake6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my bones can break
but i'll never give you
my chocolate cake
Kittens.Kittens.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kittens are evil I tell you, it’s true!
With fur made of Velcro and super glue.
Their big yellow eyes are poison no doubt
And they hack and they gag ‘til their insides are out.
They paw and they claw and they shred all your stuff,
They’ll reduce your couch to wood splinters and fluff.
They cough and they purr and they hiss and they mew,
And if you aren’t careful they’ll scratch you up too.
But one thing so bad it can top all of that:
When a kitten grows up it turns into a CAT.
HugYou walk up to me.Hug4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you like a cat that is unknowingly trying to imitate an emote.
As your approach comes to an end you put your arms out. Both going past my body on either side.
You smile.
Then simply, "Hug?"
I do not comprehend this word, your intent nor punctuation.
Your arms tighten around me and your chin rests on my shoulder.
I stand there
pondering
what is this new emotion.
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH36 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Only for fat Draggies
Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They weren’t his parents, but someone else’s, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadn’t protected him what’s more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
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MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you are easily frightened, or pee your pants at the mere thought of a big, fat, cuddly, yet powerful draggie, this story is not for you. Should you read this, the author and all supporters involved are in no way responsible for any nightmares (dreams should you happen to like Dragons like me), or any bed-wetting that might ensue. Also, to those who like Dragons, I am also in no accounts responsible if you poop your pants form laughing so hard after reading this warning.
Chapter 1: The Powers That Be and Amazing Origins
Ever since the dawn of time, two great forces have governed our world. Light and Darknes
One Man's TrashGot it cheap at a thrift store,One Man's Trash8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left by some anonymous patron:
maybe an old woman,
cleaning out a closet,
significance lost to time and a
fine coat of dust?
Or did she suffer the loss when
she passed it, still on a hanger,
to the man at the counter?
Did she falter when he offered
only a smile and a "we'll be happy
to take it off your hands" as condolence,
like he'd be doing a great service,
bargaining off her past.
Then "keep only what you use"
the mantra of some clutter-busting
self-help book drowns out
the fifty-year-old strains of "Sleepwalk"
from a high school prom
and her hand slips from the fabric,
saying "You ca
The child is grownHair parted in the middle,The child is grown8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pigtails fell lose
Some time ago.
Can't say I'm sorry
To have traded the jumper
For a pair of fading jeans.
Some things I miss, though:
My mother's careful hands
working through the tangled
mess of curls,
clothes neatly pressed and starched
skillful fingers making perfect bows
of the ked laces.
Some mornings the only thing that keeps me going
is that one instruction:
"Make a loop, over and through."
The hair I've left to its own devices,
clothes haven't seen an iron in years.
I don't always sit with my legs together
or keep my elbows off the table
but one thing I got right:
Lose ends always
Will and Testament, RevisedWill and Testament, Revised9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Why is death always associated with sorrow? Why should it be? Look at Irish Catholics. When one of theirs dies, they leave the coffin open in the reception area, serve up lots of food & drink, & imbibe until they make righteous fools of themselves. They've got something there & we could all learn a thing or two from them. I sure have & so I've been thinking of ways to make my inevitable passing an event of merriment & good cheer. Here are a few ideas:
1. A tape player hooked up to 2 or more small speakers, with the CD player on top of the coffin & the speakers placed all around it, facing toward the mourners. It would be one of those special
HateHate9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hate
Yes I hate you.
There's no doubt to it.
You ruined my life.
Now I ruin yours.
Decided to come and barge into my life.
You were fine at first,
Until I learned your goal.
To hurt me,
So you could go join your buddies,
Down at the local jail.
I hate you,
You hate me,
We hate each other,
All others,
The world.
I've never loved anything,
Never have you,
We make a pretty good team,
Never realized that.
Lets ruin this world.
Decided to accept it,
My new thought fate,
That I was soon to break.
You were a fool to trust me,
For I am a demon from hell,
I never keep a promise.
I truly hate you, I never actually thought,
I
Feels Like HomeFeels Like Home9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feels Like Home
I want to spread my wings and fly,
Escape beyond the clouds and sky,
Into a world of fairy tales and fantasies,
Stare around, yes, this place feels like home to me.
I want to live in a world of dreams and magic,
Where people live in peace and nothing's as tragic,
Where bunnies can talk,
And trees can walk,
Yes, this place feels like home to me.
I want to feel wanted and adored,
Where it's wrong to be perfect, and good to be flawed,
In my new land of enchantment,
Where my traits won't need enhancement,
Yes, this places feels like home to me.
I want to live here forever,
And my heart won't ever sever,
In my worl
The TreeThe Tree10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a sheltered place, where the bitter North wind
Does not sweep the Earth and Autumn's frost lies
But light upon the ground, there, standing proud,
Once grew a tree of grace beneath the skies.
From gentle withy it grew, and green buds
Of leaf it spread to catch the morning's light
And dew. And so it grew, so prosperous
That its roots spread far, and such was its height
It dwarfed its fellows all around. The tree,
Though of great power, in one way was weak.
To sustain it, roots searched deeply and found
Deep in the ground a place where they must halt
And turn aside - the rock beneath was hard -
The roots could pry apart no seam o
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH46 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you don’t like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.
Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that i
A Public Message8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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A Letter to MenA Letter to Men11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something with tits in itSoporific, sublunary lassitudeSomething with tits in it9 years ago in Open More Like This
Peregrination--pusillanimous metempsychosis
Pilfering roe, abed
Pinions, sprockets, fabulous vise
Boobs.
When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to
SleepSleep10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
amazing shrieks
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
under
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
yearningly sways
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
and belly,
fresh meat
wafting through
endless horizon;
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
sway
as he is carried to the garden.
Burial grounds
burn slowly
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to
Discord (Bec Noir)I'm not a fan of puppets here, even though I'm god tierDiscord (Bec Noir)6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Someone else is screwing up my time
Started out as a computer game, but we were never the same
And nothing ever turned out fine
I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all…
Bec Noir, just a single prototype
Wrecking everything as you struck out and took a swipe
Bec Noir, we're running far from you
As we leave our session away
Bec Noir, we're fighting through it all
Scratching up the game to start it over and to stall
Bec Noir, we won't take it anymore
So take your red miles away!
[Chorus]
We're escaping to the Alpha zone, but I don't r
MachinesMACHINESMachines4 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes people remind
me of machines.
They go about calling
facts of the task at hand
to mind in bleak
mindless discourse.
We condone convention
to panegyric oaths
mouthed in boredom
by shameless shamans.
"Thanks for a job jolly
well done," becomes our epitaph,
and the joke of history
is, "I think
therefore,
I . . . huh?"
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:The Epic Chronicles of....4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: A
Sta.sh
