For Twilight HatersTwilight to meFor Twilight Haters3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is the worst thing
Worst movie ever made.
They made vampires
look like sparkling idiots.
are suppose to be
Not what she made them be.
thousands of teens every where.
To like this thrash.
I havent read it
or watched it.
And I'm glad.
The previews looked stupid
and from what I've heard
it was'nt good either.
I've seen people
make fun of it.
On here and T.V shows.
and I support Twilight haters.
You couldn't pay me
to watch or read that.
I already have to wear glasses
don't make me blind
by making me watch that.
It makes no sense
why people like that.
Can some one please tell me?
The series was made
to kill the minds of teens
It should have
never been made.
If I could
I would go back in time
and prevent this from happening.
If you like Twilight
and hate me for writing this.
I could care less
but I warned you
it was for haters.
We all have our own thoughts
and this is mine.
A couple poemsA couple poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love Is Blind
Love doesn't look at black or white
For those are only colors
Love doesn't look at 25 or 30
For age is only a number
Love doesn't look at rich or poor
For money is only paper
Love doesn't look at faults only perfections
For in the eyes of loved one everything is good
When you love someone you love them for what's inside
Not because they're black or white, not because they're you age not because they're rich, but because of what's inside
Love is blind to everything but what you love them for
Never again will I trust someone without reason
Or count on soeone who will not be there
Never again will I give away my heart
And let it be broken by a nameless wonder
Never again will I let my dreams carry me away
To a world beyond reality
Never again willI let soeone get to know me inside and out
But hide myself from everyone
Never again will anyone see me for someone else
But they will see me for me
Never again will i be judged for what I'm not
She's a DisasterWatch me laughShe's a Disaster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's so fucked up because
I walk around
and I don't even know how
because my bones are gone.
I think I've been reduced
to a pile on the floor.
Look over that way,
do you see me
folded up in the corner?
laugh, laugh, laugh
Really, it's all just funny
even though it isn't.
I'm cracking up and melting down
and freaking out
and I'm laughing all the while.
And then I'm crying.
Look over that way,
do you see me caving in?
cry, cry, cry
and I don't even know why.
Celty SturlusonCelty Sturluson4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Character Name: Celty/Certy Sterluson
Occupation/Status: Vigilante, foreigner/Ikebukuro resident
Description [Headcanon]: Celty Sterluson is a Dullahan, who has been searching for her missing head for many years. She is very determined and won't quit until she finds it. Although she isn't human, she is able to portray emotions, such as when Shinra tells her that she should just give up on finding her head, which results in her feeling very strongly against it and storming off. She also isn't completely heartless, because she ended up saving Rio Kamichika from killing herself. She lives with Shinra Kishitani, and has been working as a deliverer for certain people, like Izaya. She is known throughout the city as the "The Black Rider" or "The Headless Rider" but few people know who she truly is.
Celty had just finished a job for Izaya and was just about to call it a day, but then looked at the time, and it turned out that s
Shut Up!I kind of miss him...Shut Up!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, his kisses...
Shut up you stupid idiot, he never loved you!
I know it's true but I can't help it
the way he moved his lips with mine was just perfect
Shut up! Shut up! Ugh!
I felt safe in his big arms
tucked away from all harm
You gotta be kidding me, shut up already!
I really mean my words;
the few times he was nice
I'd became his world
Most of the time he was an asshole, shut up!
You don't know him like I do
he made me felt good
with his laughter ringing in my ears
Just shut up, you know he played you!
Maybe I don't care if he did
it was worth it...
Fucking blind fool, shut the hell up!
The Dance of the Shadow BirdThe shadow bird soars across the tilesThe Dance of the Shadow Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And dives along the cobbles
A free run in a freedom-less city
Where even now
Hunters seek to clip his wings.
Warrants for the immediate, indeterminate,
Of thus joyous pestilence
This disease named freedom.
It’s been five years now
Five years since they outlawed freedom
On the grounds that it was the number one cause
Of spontaneous, enthusiastic entropy
And that it was all for the greater good.
Terracotta cracks and shatters
Under pounding soles
Heart drumming like a humming bird
The shadow flits from roof to roof
Longing to take full flight.
Revolution sparkled, flared
Only to burn out as fast as it appeared
The world vaccinated
A swift needle to end it all
Rebellion shots on every corner.
The first amendment of many
You have the right to
Say what we tell you to say
Do what we tell you to do
Freedom to comply.
But he does not comply
He has broken the bird cage
He rises on the thermals of freedom
And in his skyward spirit
09.Singing seamstress and midnight sprite,09.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will I find you dancing with your hair amongst the wind
behind the swing and float of your shoulder's sway;
will you sit like a nymph with the curve of your
knees to your chest?
Will you kiss me full of blackness?
My love, my own, my fluttering bat
my falsely judged spider
the one whose shadow I see against the orange harvest moon
the one with her slender legs
Black Anansi, her nature's dance,
will you sing in the voice of trees
that solemn withering of leaves?
Though your skin is a river dark
the dodging shadows of the forest
the faerie things that sprint from the nighttime star,
I wish your darkness to be mine
for yours is out and mine is in
She Did TellI met a woman, pale and fair,She Did Tell1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and, enamored with her phoenix hair,
implored for her soft voice to tell
the look of demons outside hell
She raised her hands and showed her teeth
"Well," she said, "They look like me."
His IntentionThe mortals clasp their hands to prayHis Intention1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when I snatch their souls away
How very queer they pray to he
who hated them and sent me
008.My nimble fingers ripped away008.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the wing of a flickering bat
I dropped the limb into my cauldron
to curse a lover back
She Doesn't KnowShe runs to himShe Doesn't Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And not to me
Her hair flowing in the wind
Her smile raising her cheekbones
He doesn't deserve her
He doesn't love her
But I do
I love her
She speaks to me as a friend
Because she does'nt know
And she doesn't know we could be more
Oh, the things I would do with her
The things I would say
They remain unsaid
I wish I could tell her
My promises I will not break
Yet she runs to him
And not me
He envelops her in his arms
And whispers poetry not of his own
He doesn't love her
But I do
He calls her "babe"
That is not a word you say to the one you love
Nor is "sexy"
She is NOT sexy
She is a beautiful creature sent from the gods
But she doesn't know
And she stays with him
He who doesn't love her
And I have to watch her fall
I'm more than a labelI am a Girl,I'm more than a label2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have hopes and dream's and ambitions,
I am smart and love to write,
I love my family though they don't don't always love me back,
I am a teenager and hope to live a long happy life with the one I love,
If I am all this why is it you only see one part of me?
My name is bry and I like Girls this is true,
But why the hell should that matter to you?
I am me and proud to be,
Who I am attracted to shouldn't bother you,
You have no right to judge others and who they love and then to say its the law from above,
Your kidding your self to think thats right to say you might burn in hell for love?
You protest in the streets saying were sinning but all were doing is mending,
Who is really sinning here the one screaming so loud and clear expressing there hate to all who are near,
Or the same sex couple sitting at hope reading a book all alone expressing there're love and not hate by planning a picnic date,
Why must you scream and shout and lock gay children out,
Monsieur Diablemonsieur diable, mon seul amourMonsieur Diable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who comes to me with kindness
whom I cannot repay
my brilliant illness!
my shimmering demise!
my bones are freezing diamonds
like the midnight desert stones of Arabia
the wire grass of frigid Russia that
snap at a child's touch
monsieur diable, I am weak
I am a soundless mourning dove
I am the weeping rain
my roars turn to smoke against my teeth
like starving hands that reach at such
pregnant nothingness through innocent bars
you have mapped me with scars
that bloom like lilies
that unfold like winged petals under
the pouting kiss of the moon
the sorrowful catchfly of my skin
monsieur diable, my sweet
my cherry thing
my sharpened stem
Memory and Passion-CEMemory and Passion.Memory and Passion-CE3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunlight pushed itself through the few clouds, sprinkling the Destiny Islands with drops of heavenly light. A boy and a girl, both 15, sat in the sand on the beach, watching the waves glow in the Sun's glistening rays. The boy's dark brown hair bore blonde tints when the Sun reflected upon him, and the girl's soft red hair blew gently in the warm summer breeze. The two looked at each other with soft smiles and their conversation began.
"Sora?" The little girl blinked.
"Yeah, Kairi?" The little boy's voice was gentle.
"If you ever have to leave this place again, can I come with you?" Kairi asked hopefully.
Sora furrowed his eyebrows, studying her question.
"Well, I've never really thought about leaving again."
"Of course not Kairi,"Sora paused for a moment,"unless the other worlds were in touble again...then I'd have to go,"he thought for a moment again before continuing,"but, honestly, I don't think I'm going anywere." He turned to sm
Love is...Love is like a flower,Love is...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Delicate, but strong.
Love is a power,
That can't be used wrong.
Love is what we wish,
and what we dream.
Love is that first true kiss,
It's everything we need.
Love is true,
A beautiful sight.
Love is you,
You are my light.
Rules for writing Gigglemeister's rules for writingRules for writing2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Keep things connected- While it is sometimes fun to have a plot twist that comes completely out of no where, I find it to be more interesting when the characters are all neatly interwoven and how these connections can influence the plotlines.
2. Baby Steps- Take the time to develop the characters and plot, build to the climax. (ex. Harry Potter could not defeat Voldemort until he had figured out how to do it)
3. Layers- The story will become more intense as the plot thickens, in order to thicken your plot you must consider have multiple sub-plots and whether your story is told from a single viewpoint or multiple viewpoints
---3A When deciding how many viewpoints to use in your story, consider how the different views can effect the plot. Single viewpoint stories can provide masses of emotional connection to a single character but only insight from that one character's perspective. Multiple
LiveDon't care about what other people thinkLive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because this is your life.
You're not a bad person for telling someone straight up
how you feel.
Because thats you, and you have to stay true to yourself.
Go after your dreams
because those dreams are for you to take.
Don't let ANYONE stand in your way.
Stand up for what's right
even if you're standing alone.
Even if the world is against you.
Don't let ONE person stand in your way
of being who you really are.
Even if they're the ones that mean the most to you.
Don't let others tell you what you will
or won't do.
Because you know yourself better than they do.
even if they don't love you back.
Because its better to love and have lost than to never love at all.
because this is just the beginning .
Where Life Starts"I don't hate you because you're gay," he said with a brittle calm, "I hate you because you're hurting the girl I love."Where Life Starts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tyler blinked up at Luke, dumbfounded. Nadia could say the same for herself, but she was beet red and he was a drained white. Paul, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit surprised, in fact he watched Luke with an air of respect. The silence that followed was thick and awkward. Nadia's boyfriend opened his mouth to speak but, found no words. He turned to Paul, as if looking for help.
Paul shrugged, and then crossed his arms, "He's right, you've been selfish."
Tyler's eyes widened, like a hurt child, "But-but, life is so hard for me for us Paul "
A fist cracked down on the table with a deafening bang, Luke had found his fire, "Grow up, Tyler! She's in love with you! But you know that, don't you? She must love you something awful to cover for you, to let you have your happiness; while she has to spend every waking moment trying to be the perfect gi
All Is LostI used to dive into deep waters.All Is Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When sanity belonged to me.
I used to laugh at the sensible things.
When reality was my friend.
She walks through walls of ambition.
And cascades down to feilds of free will.
She whispers my name in the dark.
Pulls me towards her.
Enveloping me in darkness and lust.
Perfectly ImperfectPerfectly ImperfectPerfectly Imperfect2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I look in the mirror,
My face is looking
Back at me
Through the glass.
All my errors
Behind the made up mask.
Pointing out each and every flaw,
Covering them up;
Making sure they are all gone.
I look in the mirror,
But this time,
Everything's in perfect order.
Standing before me now,
Is a perfectly imperfect stranger.
I have become
- Kayla Janice Sheetz
EvanescenceYou told me I was the only oneEvanescence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You used to be my immortal, my tourniquet
An imaginary anchor to hold on to
While I'm being crushed by the weight of the world
I am now haunted by your once gentle voice
Missing is the love I once had for you
But I shall not lose control like you did
No longer your star, but your sweet sacrifice
The lithium carries me farther away
Until I breathe no more
In my last breath I shall whisper softly
That I was good enough for you
While the doctors try to bring me to life
You hold my hand, look at me with dry eyes
And call me your snow white queen
WalterWalter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walter is a boy, who is only ten.
While friends play outside, he watches horrors instead.
He unscrewed the bulbs, for the lights in his room.
And replaced them with bats, and spiders and ghouls.
His teachers all say that he's not all there
Because during lunch, he eats under the stairs.
And when recess comes, he sits under the table.
When his friends want to play, he says he's not able.
He hides in his room drawing vampire bats
And wishing a lot, that he had a black cat.
His name would be Frankie, just like Frankenstein.
And he'd always cheat death, cause his lives, there were nine.
Walter wore black and long sleeves all year.
And when he went out, all the kids peered.
They all laughed and pointed, and no one came near.
But, Walter knew that it was all due to fear.
Walter wanted to be just like Tim Burton
This he knew, and of this, he was certain.
He'd write his own stories but nobody would read them.
He'd write his own movies and oneday they'd see them.
Walter had a heart that was coa
A lonely soulThe moment he touched me,A lonely soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My once pure, white wings began to turn,
rotted by his touch, they started to blacken,
My soul along with them,
Holey with the disease caused by him,
My mind deterating to the darkness,
Saught ways to ends it's pain,
Till my savior arrivied,
With her healing wings of white,
She showed me a different world,
One of happiness and laughter,
She bestowed upon me three gifts,
Hope, happiness, and friendship,
Of which I hope to return in kind.
American Idiot was written to tell a story...American Idiot was written to tell a story...2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The title track of the album. Basically, there's a confused, disoriented, angsty kid wrapped around a world of misconception and he has nowhere to go and feels hopeless and miserable. So this kid, the Jesus of Suburbia, is just crying out an anthem for the world to hear, screaming miserably "Don't wanna be an American Idiot..." He sees that he's stuck in this 'redneck agenda' and there's not a damn thing he can do to change it.
JESUS OF SUBURBIA (CITY OF THE DAMNED, I DON'T CARE, DEARLY BELOVED, TALES OF ANOTHER BROKEN HOME)
Everyone on the album has their own track. Jesus of Suburbia basically introduces us to the Jesus of Suburbia, how he was brought up in rage, and love, his atmosphere, friends, and basic general information. Part I, JOS, is just an introduction. "I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia..."...Part II, City of The Damned, is just a crying out for help, hating his town, his city, and his overall miserable life that he lives. Pa