Roy BattyRoy Batty knows he will never get angel wingsRoy Batty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though he is more honorable than most kings
And it's not because he has done questionable things
It is because he is more human than human
Yet he was not birthed from a woman
He was created by the Tyrell Corporation
To be used in their plans for colonization
Branded with the name Nexus Six
Roy slaved on a off world enduring insufferable licks
Until he decided to ultimately break his masters like sticks
He went on to finally meet his father Eldon
He saw fires off the shoulder of Orion
And watched C beams glitter near the Tannhauser Gate
It pains him knowing he can't escape his fate
Of not living past his four year expiration date
But fortunately, it was not too late
For a renegade replicant named Roy
To experience one last moment of pure joy
Following his finest act of humanity
He realized a profound discovery
That it is not the quantity
But it is truly the quality
Which makes life a thing of true
FaCe ThE StRaNgE CHAPTER ONEDally was riding the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts with her best friend Edwart Cullen. She had just found out she was a witch and a vampire with Edward and now they were going to school to train to be better.FaCe ThE StRaNgE CHAPTER ONE7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Edward do you miss Bella? I asked
Grr I dont want to talk about Bella Edward said
Oh are you guys fighting? I asked.
She is just being a cunt!! he yelled She thinks I like you um I mean
Why would she say that? Dally asked.
Um well uh
KNOCK KNOCK!!! Suddenly there was a sound at the door of the trolly
I am going around with candy would you like to buy someone? came the voice from the door.
YES COME IN yelled Edward, he wanted a distraction.
The door slid open and in came a boy with big spiky black hair and black clothes and he had his arm wrapped up.
My name is Hiei he said, I am selling these candies to pay for my trip to Hogwarts
32day woke up322 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the morning, said
he couldn't do this anymore,
he just couldn't, his
bones were too tired
to hold the world up again;
but brother was gone,
gone and looking
for a different star.
being a slut is being aloneI was the kid that always wanted to be a step behind. I always wanted to be a question short, a second too late, a minute gone, wasted, time filled with nothing. That was me, always me.being a slut is being alone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was the girl that lost her virginity in a blur of a red shirt and blue shorts. I didn't know it then, but sex brings power. And, I walked the halls of my spoiled highschool with a swagger I had never possessed before. A confidence I never knew. The consiquences were harsh, the words cutting. But I was never any good at cleaning up messes, so I let the rumors fly, I let the hurt go.
I couldn't keep going the way I was, because after a day or two everything faded. I didn't feel so good, I didn't feel so attractive or alluring. I just kept letting people in. And after a boy or two or twelve, I stopped feeling pretty.
I knew I wasn't beautiful.
It didn't magically dawn on me, like in the books. There was no light bulb, like in the cartoons.
I just knew, I knew when I walked down the halls I was disgusting
An athiest Praying to GodDear God,An athiest Praying to God6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you really are out there
If you do exist
(Which you don't)
(Because you can't)
So dear God that isn't really out there
Help my brother
And smoking things he shouldn't
And help my father
And doing things that a married man shouldn't
And help my mother
And drinking things that she shouldn't
It's not like I believe
That you're actually listening to me
(Because that would be
But right now
I need to believe
That someone out there
(Not like you do)
(Because you aren't really out there)
But if you were
If you are
Fix my family.
Even if you did exist
(Which you don't)
(Because you can't)
It's not like you'd have the power
To fix my life
No one has that power
(Especially not a god
That isn't really there)
It might seem funny to you
(If you actually existed
and could actually hear me)
(Which you can't)
That I'm talking to a guy
Who doesn't really exist
Who supposedly lives up in the
Prozac NationWith one blessed pill, we can cure your depressionProzac Nation11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If "I feel less motivated" is your sole confession
So what if it kills your self-expression?
To falsely heal is a phychiatrist's profession
The antidote for sadness is medication
For escape from pain and self-mutilation
To release you from the freedom of no mental limitations
We are under the rule of a Prozac Nation
"Denial is bliss", thats what they say
The doctor's mantra, a prescription's right-of-way
"A chemical imbalance" is what makes you stay
A trance where everything seen is in shades of grey
"The melancholy I finally overcame"
It is only half truth, but that's what you claim
But when your artificial heaven was finally maimed
Our Prozac Nation was all that's left to blame
BVB ArmyYou say Justin Beiber.BVB Army3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say Black Veil Brides.
You say Lmfao, I say Evanescence.
You say Carly Rae Jepson, I say Joan Jett.
You say Im crazy.
I say F*ck you.
You tell me to burn in hell.
I'll see you there....
LONG.LIVE.ROCK. FORVER BVB ARMY <3
(I DON'T OWN THIS AND NEVER INTEND TO AND IF YOU THINK I'M A PIECE OF S**T I DON'T CARE YOU TAKE THINGS TOO PERSONALLY)
the beautiful edge of ugly -co"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly -co6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i a
Break The GlassClockwork hands play by the rulesBreak The Glass5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are programmed not to stray
Rebellious circuits need a spark
Shadow actions show dismay
The treasured glass must be maintained
Counterparts are bound to clash
A nightmare train rides rails of dread
Your fragile windows it will smash
Worlds slow as shards rain down
Freedom gusts bring winds of change
Your walls so clear couldn't show a thing
Looking back it seems quite strange
Each danger line pulls you two ways
Mental safeguards blunt the shock
Who would have thought it might not hurt
Surprised hearts tick like a clock
When the hammer falls the cracks will spread
Surging ripples spread like wildfire
Preset perspectives act like chains
With them freedom you can't acquire
Stupid GayI was fourteen when i realized it. You'd think this could happen to anyone, but it seamed like everything was happening to me, why? I guess you could say I was a regular guy. Average grades, big appetite... until now that is.. My name is Ryan.Stupid Gay7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I never took an interest in girls, really. I mostly just ignored them. I didn't like them, they didn't like me. I just moved, so I had to deal with the hell of changing schools. I was the new guy. I remember science class though.
That was when I met Jake. Mr. White has us working in partners again and me and him were paired up. Yes, I was gay. I don't know what it was, but something about his amber eyes or his perfect smile just hit me. I loved him. I could stare at him all day. We eventually became friends. Great friends. Actually, we were kinda closer then friends.
Every Saturday night, we would spend nights over my house with a big bowl of popcorn and watch movies. It was always fun wrestling with him. We bough
BisexualI once knew a girl who was pretty in pinkBisexual9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she decided purple was more her color i think
She tried to hide her true self
by acting on the straight
And ignoring the rest
But the boys
They mistreated her
And ran her around
So she finally decided
That this life wasn't worth it
so she tried to die
But an angel stopped her
And in a whisper
Told her it was ok to be bi
And now she's happier
And excited to
She coming out
How about you?
Decaying MattersThe arm made a squishy noise when it hit the groundDecaying Matters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like dropping a boot in mud
And it had lain forlorn until
Noticing the curious lack of weight there,
Its owner had looked down
Picking it up
The student sighed
"That's the second time this week."
Carefully, the blood was cleaned up
Not that there was much
It had ceased to flow many ages ago
Then, raising their good hand,
The student asked to be excused
With a sigh
The teacher asked what was so pressing
That lecture needed to be interrupted?
"Well, sir, an appendage of mine has fallen off."
Rolling his eyes and
In a tone that said
If you must interrupt for such a trivial thing
The teacher dismissed the student
And turned back to the class
Dutifully copying down notes from the board
Walking to the nurse
Arm in hand
The student passed few others
Most who were out
Were safely hidden,
Sucking at each others' faces like leeches on skin
Knocking at the nurse's door
The student entered cautiously
"Can you come back? I'm busy."
Said the nurse
-Bisexual-They said Im so greedy-Bisexual-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They said Im so unfair
Its only sex that I want
And feelings I dont care
They said Im not happy
If I couldnt stick to one
They said my love is empty
And sincerity is none
You just dont know what it feels like
To be called unjust
To be called restless
And a slave to lust
Who are you to judge me
On how I should live
I am also human
Who sin and forgive
They said I play safe
They said Im a coward
I switch when I like it
And get all the reward
They said Im confused
But that is not so
I am just free to choose
Love is for everyone I know.
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI'm Ugly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
A love song for VulpesA love song for Vulpes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'What the hell have I done?' Is all I could think of as I ran towards Fortification Hill. Diplomatic resolution was two words that Mr. House, the NCR and Legion all had mysteriously absent from their vocabularies, and I became caught up in all of this due to my profession, a courier.
NCR and Legion remains ran red as the fort was engulfed in flame. How could I let this happen? I was given respect upon arrival, but somehow I thought that there would be a peaceful end to all of this. That dam was the problem as it was now damming up the spilled crimson of two factions. I could not help but run, in hopes that I could find Vulpes still alive.
Groans of the dying lay about me, and I could not help but to want to help them. NCR would gladly take the chems I have on me, but it was another story for the Legion. Damn. If Vulpes was in trouble, he would gladly die rather than to use a stimpack to save his own life.
"Aime!" A weak, yet loud voice called to me.
Thoughts of an InsomniacI wander the hallways at nightThoughts of an Insomniac4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing really much in mind.
Seeing the stars,
Feeling a breeze,
Watching birds fly above
As down below
People make love.
I ponder life's essential questions
The Big Ones:
Why are we here?
What's the meaning of life
(Other than forty-two,
According to Douglas Adams)
Then I consider this:
As philosophers ponder life's questions
And come up with quotations,
Teachings others may learn from
As they do this
Are they really living?
For foremost in my mind
Is this thought:
You find out the meaning of life
By living it.
Not by overthinking it,
Yet, even as I type that,
I discover this revelation:
Is not overthinking
How these philosophers are living?
Thought it still seems obvious to me that the answers
To those Big Questions that sometimes haunt
The human mind or psyche or soul if one wishes
Can only be found by that person.
Nobody else can come up with that answer
Because every person is unique.
We are not all born for th
Cellar DoorCELLAR DOORCellar Door5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone once said
that cellar door is the most beautiful
combination of words
in the english language.
I taste the words in my mouth,
let them roll of my tongue,
ensnare the silence in the air around me.
And I think of you.
Of your hair, restless between my fingers.
Of the valley of your skin,
the ridges of your bones.
Of the rivers of veins on the hands
that coax, clench, create a world
I think of your lips,
crafting a bridge of words
that I cross to you.
I think of the refuge
between your shoulder
and your neck,
of the gravity
in your arms.
I think of your body,
of the gasp for breath and
the discordant melody of two hearts
as you shudder, relax.
I think of cold toes
beneath warm sheets.
Of the gentle laugh
that guides me home.
I think of the gold in your eyes,
reflecting a girl
so in love, so in love.
And before the words vanish,
before the harmony of
vowels and consonants
have become a forgotten moment,
I realize that you
Twilight: Worse than MTVThere's a lot of hype surrounding the series Twilight. I used to be one of its biggest fans. However, I've read better books since and reread Twilight from an analytical point of view. Boy was I surprised. The book wasn't as good as I used to think! Shocking, I know. Here I will post the reasons why I dislike the series now:Twilight: Worse than MTV7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'll start with Meyer's writing. From the very first page the writing is choppy and clichéd. She uses phrases like 'her cheeks were red as tomatoes' and 'my blood was boiling'. She's also repetitive, repeatedly using words such as stone, shining, cold, etc. Not only that, but her writing is full of purple prose; I could skip over paragraphs full of unnecessary description. Hell is paved with adverbs, my friend, and Meyer has surely created about a mile of purple prose leading to the inferno. In one sentence she uses ten adjectives! Her fans may say this is descriptive, but it distracts the reader from the plot and characters. For example, saying 'I sat at the
A Sisters Broken HeartEvery time I see youA Sisters Broken Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms around him
I loathe that insufferable sound
Of two pairs of lips
Pecking at each other
Times of friendships have faded
Enter a new era of romance
Love turns to lust and sex
Sisterhood fades away
Cantarella MikuxKaitoI was caught staring at him, although he was also caught staring back at me. It's as if we're locked inside our own closed-off world, acting oblivious, but we both pretend our intoxication will be sensed.Cantarella MikuxKaito4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time passes by I felt that my heart must be kept hidden. When I first met the son of the Duke of Shion, Kaito Shion, I held a strong hatred towards him. I hated his happy-go-lucky persona, the fact that he's always smiling and his flirtatious attitude towards the girls, and even men! Every time I saw him, my stomach would churn and I would command to my lady-in-waiting that I am to be escorted promptly to my room. How could he act like that even through what happened to him that day? And he never seemed to notice me.
Although not long after, I saw more to what meets the eye. It was a brisk day, with the gray skies hiding the glow of the sun. The kind of day I spent inside. But on this very day my father, the king, requested my presence. Even though I was told not to go throu