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8059 pointless story8059 pointless story4 years ago in Humor More Like This
8059 stupid drabble I wrote out of boredom~
involves opera,horny Yama and pointless bitchiness from Gokudera~
Doesn't really have a point,this short fanfic XD please don't read it,I'm just SERIOUSLY boreeeeeed!! XD
"I can't believe you actually dragged me to see opera.." Yamamoto Takeshi laughed as his friend and lover walked in the direction of the opera house.
"It's not that bad,baseball idiot...You heard it a few times in my house,you just don't understand the stories,do you?" Gokudera Hayatos steps echoed in the huge building.
"Well,now you can see the characters and at least try to understand,no?"
"But I don't want to be here! I w
What did they lose?His words ring though the airWhat did they lose?4 years ago in Open More Like This
“We’re winning! We’re winning!”
And the bodies flow in
“We’re winning! We’re winning!”
And the families say good-bye, a shot to the heart
“We’re winning! We’re winning!”
And the soldiers are cut down, brothers in war
“We won! We won!”
And the families mourn as bodies are stacked, shot to the heart
“We won… we won”
And the white crosses are planted, the rest come home with memories of lost brothers in war
They won… they won… but what did they lose?
Sniper in the GrassSniper in the GrassSniper in the Grass5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Open the bolt and place a round. Slide it home and drop it down.
Sight your target, far away. Seal his fate, doomed today.
Take a SWAG an fix the DOPE. Adjust the crosshairs in your scope.
You watch him talk, you watch him Grin. He is going to die, its your choice when.
Begin to squeeze, just not too fast. He takes a breath, it is his last.
Your rifle kicks, your bullet flies. You adjust, and watch his eyes.
You fired true, you see that Crimson Mist. Just one more dead man on your list.
Men dive for cover, you have them now. You've made their world a
Living hell.
You work your bolt, you know it well. Sences hight
.wrong.I’ll do what I will.wrong.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ll be what I am
And if I’m afraid
Then I won’t ask
And If I’m a coward
It’s a simple task
Cause I don’t care
Not for me
I’ll do what I will
I’ll act how I want
And if I die
Then I’ll be dead
And if I’m crazy
Be glad you’re not in my head
Cause I’m a little bit paranoid
And a lot bit scared
I’ll do what I will
I’ll say what I’ve said
And if I lose everything
If there’s something wrong
Least I’ll still be able to dream
And sing my strange songs
The ainu and the tao IThe ainu and the tao6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My name is Horohoro, but to others I am known as Ainu baka...and by others I mean Tao Ren.
Some may know him by his name, other such as Yoh and the rest of my companions knew him as a friend and a really good shaman fighter, but to me he was more then that much more.
It's true that we fought nearly every day, and most of the time it was about something stupid, but deep down we both cared for each other.
We both protected each other, but there comes a time in everyone's life when they cant protect the person that means the world to them and there comes a time in everyone's
Kaiba RapKaiba Rap6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My name's Seto Kaiba
And I'm here to say
I've got all the girlies
They think I'm so gay
There's Joey, Yugi
And even my brother
These fangirls are horny
More than the others
I've got fans, fame
And a fortune to boot
Some girls marry me
Just for my loot
There is one boy
Who I vow to beat
He says heart of the cards
And then he defeats
It's not about heart
It's about the power
Beat your opponents
Until they all cower!
You say magic exists?
Say hello to my fist
To believe such a tale
Means you instantly fail
I'll wrap it up now
Just heed what I say
And remember my name
It's The Great Seto K
my postsecret 36 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Self TalkHappy ever afters only happen in fairytales and you're no princess.Self Talk5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Keep yourself together. Smile. Behave normally. Keep your head up high. Move on.
Liar, you know that all you want to do is to lie in bed, curl up, cry and never face the rest of the world ever again. Cry until you go blind. Cry until you die of dehydration and blood loss. After all tears contain a tiny amount of blood.
For Christ's sake at least have some dignity. This is reality. Face it. Be strong.
Reality shmeality, you know you secretly want to be one of those crazy people who live in their own head where they have a high flying career, a loving partner, 2 wonderful k
The Longest Christmas 1___________________________________The Longest Christmas 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Longest Christmas
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He plays the game, knows the steps by heart and by now it's easy to pretend. Smile, laugh, joke – to all outward appearances, he's the grinning cocky full-of-himself captain. But it's all a lie, and nobody knows it but him.
He's been playing it so long that his grin doesn't even crack when Chapel brushes the back of Bones' hand with a smile. The charade is easy to keep up at the sight of Scotty kissing his little chef on the cheek. Or when Hikaru comes up behind Pavel and envelopes the smaller man in a hug. He's happy for his friends, and th
The Last LaughHA HA HA HA!The Last Laugh4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say I'm crazy.
Not to say that they're wrong.
I'm insane! I do what I want when I want!
Nobody dares stop me!
But I never used to be this way.
I used to be so sad, so sullen,
Before I found the FUNNY side of things!
I don't remember my past.
There are several theories.
If I'm going to have a backstory,
I'd rather it be multiple-choice
So I may pick-and-choose my identity.
SMILE.
Don't look at things in that dark, glum way you see them.
Lighten up!
Try a straitjacket on for size…
…the feeling is quite nice once you get used to it.
All I know is
I don't want to be silenced.
Not yet, anyway.
I want to have
the pretty girlThe pretty girl has low self esteem,the pretty girl6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so she whites her face and blacks her eyes.
The pretty girl gets to school and tells herself 'its ok',
but when she sits down she sees that it isnt.
The pretty girl gets abused and yelled at,
but most of all backstabbed.
The pretty girl is too strong to cry infront of them,
although the tears drip sooner or later.
The pretty girl tries to think of another place
were she could go hang out.
The pretty girl tries to find her ex,
but the toilets seem the best place.
The pretty girl gets home & puts on a fake smile
she never tells her family what happens.
The pretty girl grabs her hollow teddy
f
The Monroe CurseThe Monroe Curse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Monroe Curse
When you're not a twig.
When you have hips,
An ass, and a chest.
When you can't see your ribs.
When you have a figure.
Things that some people would kill for
But sometimes you don't want it.
Sometimes, you want to weigh 90 pounds
And you want to be a stick
But eventually,
It always comes back to your mind
That isn't sexy.
That isn't attractive.
And the guys that like that,
Are worthless.
Emotionally
And in bed.
The Flavor of Laughter, 2-11_______________________The Flavor of Laughter, 2-112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eleven
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He can't help but stare as the elegant, long-limbed being before him spreads an arm in an encompassing gesture. Curving down from his arm is what looks like feathers, but Kirk learned is actually a type of fungus. One that the Caladari's form a symbiotic relationship with as soon as they're hatched; the long, trailing, oscillating fungus is actually sentient.
It's beautiful. The fungus covers the Caladaris' bodies completely, making any item of clothing unnecessary, and it shifts constantly even when there is no breeze. When several Caladaris are grouped together – or, li
Benihime Benihime. The red princess…my red princess. The memories we shared, as colorful as her name are dulled now, dulled as though she had never even filled them. Every joy that she gave me now haunts me and stings my existence. I hate the memories that I have, but I can’t live without remembering what it felt like to have her in my eyes, my arms and in the very air I breathe.I hate these dreams I have now... I hate them... I hate them because every time I wake up, I smell those lilies; the lilies she wore… The lilies that filled the air when we first met.Benihime4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still remember the day I f
White DreamA fluffy white dreamWhite Dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pregnant with life and heavenly secrets
Smoothly sailing on the silent sea of blue
Ever so slowly, with all the time in the world
The white dream saunters across the sky
Whispering secrets to passing birds
Gently caressing the sun's glorious mane...
Suddenly, a wind; a cruel wind
Blows the cloud too far away
Its insides churn too violently
As thunder booms and lightning strikes
And the poor cloud can't help but cry…
It cries and cries itself away
Its sweet tears falling to the ground
The thunder stops, the lightning fades
And again, here's the sun…
The sky is clear, no more white dreams
No more
I guess...I guess I'm one of the lucky onesI guess...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't get picked on for who I am
I guess I'm one of the fortunate ones
I've never lost a friend because of it
I guess I'm one of the blessed ones
I have no worries of getting jumped or beat up
I guess I'm one of the charmed ones
People who know me don't look at me any differently
I guess I'm one of the favored ones
No one is bothered by the fact I'm a little different then they
I guess I'm one of the happy ones
I can walk around with guys and look at girls while walking around with girls and look at guys
I guess I'm one of the holding aces
My friends know I'm not doing it to be popular
But I g
Genuine JesusGenuine Jesus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Farmer you've tilled and turned your share
of tomatoes, corn and prayers.
And your tongue more than that alone,
for I am but barren bones.
Day by day, by day by day,
you chiseled me away!
You have made your nest in my hay,
though soon you shall ride in my shay
to my throne past the tombstones.
I don't recall how long it has been
but your golden thread's grown thin.
Now near the end of fall there grows
substance from my fruitless bones.
You found me in both war and peace
in pages past and present priests.
Yet I was where your roots have always grown,
where your curiosity had never shone.
I changed with the context
Wedding RingWedding RingWedding Ring2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This ring I wear—
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear—
Beautiful, like you.
I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires…something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.
I met you.
Someone stronger,
Sober, loving, true—
There are so few
So few like you.
And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink…
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond—
You, so eager to respond.
This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the
Perverts Oh MyPerverts, Oh My!!Perverts Oh My6 years ago in General More Like This
Part 1
Demyx hated going on missions, he always failed, got beaten up and the worst part was his clothes always got ripped. And Xemnas refused to pay for the damage any more, so he ended up doing the repairs himself. Which meant side trips in to the nearest town to get sewing supplies.
This particular mission had really done a number on his uniform there were holes and cuts in awkward places, and it was almost falling off of him. So here he was in Hallow Bastion trying to barter for the right kind of cloth, and sewing supplies unsuccessfully with just 20 munny. Finally leaving after putting up a little fuss.
'Really thos
Yesterday3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Things you never forget.You never forget:Things you never forget.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r
My Dead Lesbian DogMy poor dead lesbian dog,My Dead Lesbian Dog8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Died a sad lesbian death.
She was just drinking egg nog...
Laced with crystal meth.
Because of her over-dose,
She is now lesbian dead,
What I miss most,
Is stroking her lesbian head.
Now she's in doggy heaven,
(More likely doggy hell)
She died at the lesbian age of seven,
Feeling unlesbianly well.
Now she is lesbian gone,
My dinner is her lesbian remains,
And so she'll live on,
In me-- when I eat her lesbian brains!
Sta.sh
