LocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratteyellow: Kirashuku yankiruchu pochankku, borashika jupasipa nochichiLocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratte4 years ago in Other More Like This
Jirashiku yachirufu karchekku, barashiku jupassipa topopo (green: noi noi noi, noi noi noi
green: Aranoi panchore pepenios, dochore manchore canchore, chos (yellow: la la la la la la lala)
Chestinara mulchinore pultenyos, denporena porocho panchos (pink: oooh ooh lala, ooh yala)
black: Bo bado bam bam badobado red: oh yo black: badabadam red: alalala lalala la black: ba laladadam red: oh yo
red: Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta kaprappu (yellow: oooh ooh lala!, oooh ooh lala!)
Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta
WandererWalking through townWanderer1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
People will stare
A stranger in town
That is sitting down at the square
Perhaps he is lost
Perhaps he is found
No answer to this question could be found
People might ask
'What are you wandering for?'
'Are you lost?'
And then you will say
'Just because I wander'
'Doesn't mean I'm lost'
'Cause I know exactly what I'm wandering for'
Flight Of FantasyFlight of fantasyFlight Of Fantasy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the neon vase
the flowers swayed
the music took form
as the particles of the air.
I sat there in awe
when suddently there you were
right before my dialated eyes
hands reaching for mine.
Our smiles filled the room
Our fingers danced with one another
as the psylambient took a hold of us
You consumed me.
You made me feel pure bliss.
And then it all stopped.
You smiled and walked away.
I miss that moment.
I missed my chance to feel that way with you forever.
I will hold onto my one blissful moment forever.
Just as i will miss you
always and forever.
March, 30, 2008
My Heart's QuestionIt rises up above me,My Heart's Question1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laying here at night.
A question I can't answer,
That has no wrong or right.
Shining in the starlight,
Burning in the sun
I wonder if there's life,
In this thing that we've begun.
My daisy holds no answer-
It simply hangs its head.
The question is in my heart
That cries in silent dread.
Your eyes pour into mine
I wonder if you know.
Is this just an age old shrine;
Will you love me or let me go?
Demigod Bio: RaeDemigod Bio: Rae2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Ralia Carmon Thomas
Hometown: Ashford, England
Weight: 115 lb
Blood Type: AB Negative
Birthday: April 20
Eye Colour: Stormy gray
Hair Colour: Copper
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Five piercings total, Two on her left, three on her right *one in the cartilage*
Bad Habits: Bites her finger nails and tugs at her hair when she is nervous
Fears: Spiders, snakes, and drowning
Favourite Food: Cheese and olive pizza
Least Favourite Food: carrots
Favourite Drink: County Time Lemonade
Favourite Colour: Sky blue
Favourite Scent: Vanilla an
Top 10 Recent AnimeBurnouts3s3's Top 10 list of Recent AnimeTop 10 Recent Anime2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Disclaimer: In order to prevent mass amounts of Butthurt, I will set forth the following criteria in which I have composed this list.
1. This list is a personal list in which I, Burnouts3s3, have composed this. As such, the numbering of said listing is through my, that is Burnouts3s3's, preference. Please note this along the way.
2. Anime not seen or omitted on the list were done so out of personal choice or simply because I have not viewed them yet. If possible, I would like to view them legally and encourage you to do so as well. Those unsure how to view legally, search Crunchyroll or subscribe t
Five Times part 1OneFive Times part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demetrius was five years old, with short cropped white hair and large, questioning storm cloud eyes. He was a quiet child, and his kindergarten teacher decided early on that she needed to bring him out of his shell a little bit. After a while he would participate more in class, but he was still quiet, and didn't seem to show any defiance to any of the other children in the everyday kindergarten classroom crises. So one day while the other children were learning how to play a card game-something Demetrius learned quickly-she walked him to the counselor's office.
The counselor's name was Miss White, and she was a fairly young woman with c
for esther.there's white hills surrounding the garden where the sun-beams grow. the hills are encased with the bone-cold tears shed by the ones left behind. its a frozen, empty place, where none but the strongest persevere.for esther.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these hills embrace an old wrought-iron gate, opened by a skeleton key granted to solely the wise. if you've breached the hills, then we know for certain what you're made of. because your heart is full of the fear that has consumed fire itself, you'll be granted immortality in metal. you'll love and live on behind the gates.
there you'll look upon the sun-beams that dwell in fable alone and think they're more beautiful than life it
RRV: Mary Sue Rant(A man in a red jacket, an arcade Donkey Kong shirt, blue pants, and black shoes is sitting on a couch in a living room.)RRV: Mary Sue Rant3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Randy.: I feel like ranting. But what is there to rant about? Twilight? No, all that needed to be said was said in the fan brat rant. Jonas Bros.? No, I think they're being phased out by new "talent" so no one remembers them. High School Musical? It's over, there's no point. Justin Bieber? I don't even know who he is, so I'd just be blindly bashing and that's ignorant. My Immortal? It's just a joke. People saying "natch" instead of "naturally"? Too soon. Dang, what is there to rant about?! I've gotten most things that rea
Loren Astrid and The OutsidersONE, Part 1Loren Astrid and The Outsiders3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I Fight a Snake-Girl in my Last Day of School
You know it's pretty bad to have your mom get down the car to kiss your forehead good-bye on your second last day of school? You do?
Then you can imagine the horrible humiliation I was going through. Even the kids that had been new this year were snickering at me.
"Loren, stay still! Good heavens, your hair's all messed up!" Mom licked her finger a little and ruffled my hair. "Didn't I tell you to at least brush it?"
"Mom, my hair's fine! I mean, it's not like it's really long or something!" I almost yelled at her, trying to snap her hands off my head. I could already hear everybo
Stealing Memories: Chapter One"Aymee! Get the hell out of the shower; it's my turn!" The boy sounded furious as he screeched from outside the door.Stealing Memories: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His name is Tanner; he's the boy who got mixed into my family when my father married Jamie. Jamie Madison. She's a middle school French teacher. I don't hate her or anything like that; it's her insufferable spawn I can't stand: Tanner, Jessica, and Mason.
Wait, let me rephrase this. It's Tanner and Jessica I can't stand. Tanner's younger than me by a year, but he acts like he's my elder or such, and Jessica is just an obnoxious- excuse my language- bitch. I know this seems rather corny, like a bad Life Time drama, but Maso
Death, Upon an EncounterDeath, Upon an Encounter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's fortunate you're sleeping
(As your race is prone to do)
You won't be frightened, child
Of the things we'll do to you
You won't be waiting for our hands
So chilled and softly white
You'll sink in slumber, blissful
Of your sudden loss of sight
It's strangely sweet, this feeling
That is lurking in my heart
It gives my blood a practice
And my veins a violent spark
I clutch you closely, blessing
What my life can never be
This crux of bones that holds you
Your fresh mortality
It's fortunate you're living
For the living never die
Their souls breathe on forever
Like a perfume of the mind
They do not rest, li
ContinueWhen the world strikes you down,Continue1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your smile becomes a frown,
When you stumble and fall,
When you wager and lose all,
When the world laughs at you,
When many becomes few,
There's nothing else to do except...
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a white room, white walls, white halls
White doors, white floors, a war begins, sans sins
In the midst of chaos and monochrome
Monotone: the tune of his voice; one note
D flat until he screamed himself a sore throat
Monotone: the beat of his heart; one note
Sanity barely keeping him afloat
White waters welcoming
Loving him grew addicting
White words white gestures
In a white room, white walls, white halls
A heart falls and stalls
And it bleeds
Dyes the universe green.
TigerLook into my eyesTiger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And see the sorrow that I bear.
Look into my eyes
And see the pain of my lost brethren
Look into my eyes
And see the glow of the flames that destroyed my home
Look into my eyes
And see the light of life fade from them
Look into my eyes
And see that they will never open again.
My Mary Sue-Gary Stu ResearchYou are all well aware of the odd species of fiction wreckers known as Mary Sues or for male versions, Gary-Stus. They are often infecting fandoms by writers who find their creations to be original. However, these characters often hate/despise the canon love interests and like the main protagonist of the story instead of the love interest. While there have been canonxOC pairings that are NOT Mary Sue pairings at all,(i.e. OC is well-balanced, has normal amount of flaws and talents, doesn't just pop out of nowhere, doesn't hate canon love interest/may be friends with canon love interest) there is a tendency for Sues or Stus to emerge from fandMy Mary Sue-Gary Stu Research2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,Alaska Young, As Told by Miles4 years ago in Open More Like This
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
Words And LiesWords And Lies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, their meanings long gone
Friends and fakers, the difference is none
Promises drowned out, neglected, and rotten
With the sheer stench of lies, it seems I've forgotten
How to gain someone's trust
Or is it just them?
I could never guess with this incessant mayhem
Betrayed, paranoid, and insecure
Everyone's fighting in this nightmarish war
Will a winner emerge?
Only time will tell
But right now everything seems headed straight to hell
I guess that's why they say
"Think before you speak"
'Cause once the damage is done
Our bonds become weak
Everyone's an enemy, a target, if you will
Distrust is something that's bec
Sues: A DocumentaryMary Sues: The Terror of Our GenerationSues: A Documentary3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(spotlight falls upon officially dressed Narrator at center stage. Dramatic starting music plays)
Narrator: Our time. Is a time of terror. Our world is one of uncertainty, fear, great deals on car insurance, and horror. Everyday when we wake, we know that the second we step from the safety of our bed and our Invader ZIM footie pajamas, we will be faced by the harsh, vile demon spawn who haunt our daily lives. And by we, I mean teenagers who never took an interest in sports and so spend all day and night on the computer writing fan fictions and watching anime. And by vile demon spawn, I of course mean
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
Percy and the water girl 3chapter 3- the day beforePercy and the water girl 34 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That morning Mara woke up to an alarm blaring in her ear. She sat up with a start and hit her head on the ceiling. She jumped off the top bunk and got dressed in a simple white frock; the Aphrodite cabin would be taking a shopping trip into New York for the dance. She walked out of her cabin, and decided to take a short cut, she walked in the field and then went behind Junipers tree and then behind the raspberry bush. Mara was about to walk behind Zeuss fist when something caught her eye, it was Thalia, (she is no longer a huntress) she was with someone, but their back was turned, I didnt want to b
YKYROWLWYKYROWLW7 years ago in Humor More Like This
You know you’re really obsessed with LABYRINTH when…
1) Someone mentions it, or about mazes, and you get all dreamy-eyed thinking of the King.
2) You OD on peaches, hoping to hallucinate about a ballroom.
3) When someone wants Japanese for dinner, you shout, “OH, MY ACHING SUSHI!”
4) You spend hours at the costume jewelry shop, thinking about what Hoggle would like.
5) Then you get kicked out for being a lunatic because you innocently inquired about a watch with 13 numbers on it.
6) When someone forgets to take out the trash or change baby’s diaper, you politely remind them by screaming, “SMELL BAD!
Dream OnA dream can beDream On1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.
A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.
A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.
A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.
A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.
Beware of this, dreamers
and Dream On.