empty scorecards: a palindromeso,empty scorecards: a palindrome4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the sincerest genre of flattery,
they are fools.
it's the truth.
i was here first.
you ran to third base
it doesn't mean
i don't mean
anything (i say)
(you make me feel so upside-down)
i say anything
i don't mean;
it doesn't mean
you ran to third base
i was here first.
it's the truth.
they are fools,
is the sincerest genre of flattery
An Interview With Gods n DanteAn Interview With Gods n Dante4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
1. So in your opinion, are you Uke or seme?
that wasn't he question.
I'm seme in my opinion. cos I have a penis that is the size of my age
i feel like i should be seme but sometimes i donno.
I'm a bottom seme. that likes to cry after we make love
i cry while we make love
because it was beautiful, not cos gods abuses me during,
2. Where you originally into men, or did your significant other whip that out of you? [lol, whip]
yooou must whip it!
Her Name is No OneHow long have I known you to live? How long have I longed for your embrace? How long have I dreamt of your face?Her Name is No One5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For as long as there has been life in this body, I have dreamed of you. For as long as there has been breathe in these lungs, I have called for you. For as long as there has been love in my heart, I have loved you--even though I've never met you. I only see you in my dreams, yet it is in my dreams that you wish to see me. It is when times seem toughest that you visit me, a cool wind on a summer day, to remind me of my purpose to life. It is for these dreams that I work myself to exhaustion, so that I might sleep deeper. It is for these dreams that I learned not to fear, lest they be plagued with nightmares. It is for these dreams that I live, lest I forget how to love; for it is in these dreams when I feel loved at all, it is in these dreams when I feel alive at all.
So long ag
SigningHow I wish to speak the languageSigning6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that is never voiced.
That which no one hears and few understand.
Through intricate gestures and the magic
of the brain,
words are exchanged without so much
as a quiver of the lip.
Why is this a great desire?
Do I want to be understood?
Do I want to show off?
Is it a learning experience?
Everyone else is just
The DarknessCalling out, only darkness answersThe Darkness7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for, only darkness embraces
I tried so hard to be a light for others
But what does it matter when no one cares
When no one seeks your warmth
Yearns for your safety
After a while—only darkness responds
It always takes your warmth
And swallows your light
It comes to be, it doesn't matter who does
Despair grips your heart, your whole
Being sucked into a black hole
An unknowable event horizon
Passed an unknowable time in the past
You forget the universe—indeed its very light
Forget your senses, your self,
But not the suffering –a glaucoma to life
Developing a tunnel vision down to a singularity
That imaginative point where you're surrounded
By everything, but because it occupies no space
By nothing , and because you realize your self.
You are the surrounding nothingness
The black hole
Diableret's arkham report 1Diableret's arkham report 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Diableret's Arkham profile
Patient no: 491211518520
Name: Miss Marie Duguid
Height: 5ft 4in
Nationality: British Scottish
Hair Colour: Red (obviously dyed), natural colour reported to be brown
Eye Colour: Hazel/ dark
Skin: Caucasian very fair
Distinctive features: Birth spot on left cheek
Assigned Doctor: Dr Juilian Drake
I have found Miss Duguid very hard to profile as her less than co-operative nature has been dis
Scarecrow-the shadows on the wall 2Scarecrow-the shadows on the wall 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
I kept thinking about that all the week, at first, I tank it was batman, but then I realize that, he was just the hardest one to scare, was it that everybody were the same to me? What made one of them special?
-I don't know
-I don't know who I prefer to scare, they are all lab rats to me, and yet I terribly enjoy making them scream.
-What makes you scream?
-you forgot something doctor
-of course, I'm not afraid of highs
-Pain, fear, hate
-I'm neither afraid of snakes. And why do you scream?
-So I won't cry
- or spiders, Why would you cry?
-If you keep saying only what you are not afraid of, I'm never going to get to know anything about you!
-I cry because I know things, why do you cry?
-*long pause*because I feel things
-the same of the kind that makes you want to forget, the kind of: pain, loneliness, anxiety, fear, being certain that we live in a cruel, cruel world?
Those are the things that make us cry, that makes everybody cry. We cr
OceanThe ocean has always seemed so big and blueOcean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when Im walking along the sand with you
it seems so calm and tranquil, at peace
but we all know when the winds pick up
it becomes a beast
the sun is retreating as it vanishes behind it
the moon is now showing now
and the many stars around it
they all gleam down
and the water begins to shine
showing each individual story
that has been told through out time
its all so beautiful
I wish you could see
but then again
other will always look diferently to me
Chocolate Covered RodentsChocolate Covered Rodents9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My momma always said,
"Life's like a box of chocolates,
you never know what you're gonna get."
and I always used to say,
"Momma, what was life like
before they put chocolate in boxes?"
About that time there was this little girl.
In a strawberry cream square
she found the skull of a rat.
It must have snuck through the clockwork
of that factory,
the one up on the edge of town
where the squatters get high now.
Her neighbours said that she cried
all night for weeks on end.
They say that's what drove her mother out.
And her teachers were so concerned
they held a meeting to discuss
the little girl's paintings
of chocolate-covered rodents.
And her dad! He was so mad
That he came out with a statement,
all emotional and frail looking.
"What's the world coming to,"
and he's quoted to this day,
"when we can't trust chocolate
to be chocolate any more?"
It reminds me of my own little girl.
"Chocolate's like a box of lifes
you never know what you're going to get."
and I say to myself,
What was choco
Given the ChancesThunder Crash: Given the Chances.Given the Chances3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A story by GlitchyProductions.
[This does not count towards to the actual comic, but I think it serves as a small part of the story.]
I was given the chances a long time ago, I don't even know my real family and I was told that I was abandoned by my parents and taken into care by the Thunder Crash, I didn't understand my childhood as I don't really quite remember what they said about me being little. But I think it was very important.
"ROSY!, HEY ROSY!" Sonic shouted. Sonic run up to Rosy whom was sitting on a small wooden bench and looking up at the sky. "Rosy?, are you there? HEELLLOOO!?" Sonic put his hand right in front of Rosy's face and waved it to try and get her attention but it didn't work. "Rosy? are you even listening to me?" Rosy blinked and slowly looked down and saw Sonic standing right in front of her whom was looking pretty angry. "I'm sorry Mr.Hedgehog! ... did you say something? I was thinking of what the clouds are made of.
Robots with Red Hearts Part 1Robots with Red Hearts Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The train stopped.
No one was around me. It was too early for people to be awake.
The doors slid open and there was a clack followed by a hiss. This wasn't my stop so I waited. My stop was 23rd Calvaski, "Not here" in alternate words.
When the doors slid closed again, there was a squeak. It sounded like Chazz so I felt guilt. He had all the Fancy Cat food he needed. Even so the meow of the train scared me in leaving him alone. All alone is my Chazz for 14 days.
I never leave Chazz alone, but I couldn't help it hearing that call. Someone called me and told me my mother Aya was buried here.
Here= a small village in Russia, Grand'f Cemetery.
To get there I had to pass by this city called Noril'sk, which is why I'm on the train.
I like the quiet.
Something touched me on my shoulder. I looked up to see a lady. " Are you okay sir?" She asked it in Russian. I am Russian so I said, "Yes I am fine." She breathed loudly.
"It's just that you've been staring in that direction for several hour
Glory Gage: Intro♋ GLORY GAGE ♋Glory Gage: Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This story takes place on an alternate world where the color of your blood determines your class and your worth. From highest class to lowest, it is tyrian purple, magenta, violet, blue, azure, teal, jade, green, yellow, orange, red, and bright red. Our character happens to place at the lowest of low having, bright, mutant red blood.
Our character, known as the Sufferer, has recently escaped the highblood prison in which he was sentenced to life for attempting to overthrow the caste system. He had the aid a former friend, a peasant of red descent, to make his break. His friend, the Vulgaria, used a psionic power only granted to her to break him out. She was at the risk of losing her head for doing so, but she did it in spite of her master, the Expatriate. The Expatriate is of high class, being blue blooded. Coincidentally, the Expatriate is the warden of the prison and the ruler of the village the story takes place in.
The Sufferer, making his recent escape,
Cancerous WaltzThe orchestra tunes upCancerous Waltz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bows drag across strings
A harmonious cacophany
You begin to sway to the sound
Then they start to play
A hauntingly terrifying tune
A darkly beautiful waltz
Someone grabs you
You spin on the dance floor
It's a blur of faces
A whirl of dresses
You're lost in the moment
The song doesn't stop
Your feet are tired
You try to pull away
But the hands holding you are vice-like
Tight iron keeping you prisoner
Your shoes are stained red
Too late you realize they're all dead
Skeletal hands grip you tight
You can't pull free
This is the deadly waltz
The never-ending dance
You can't break free
All here are dead
You will be too
Now that the cancerous waltz
Has it's hold on you
Flesh falls away
In ancient finery
It's a deadly dance
The never-ending waltz
It's a musical prison
This cancerous waltz
Round and round
There is no end
Death and sorrow
Come join us, my friend
This is the dance
This is the tune
On and on
PauseThe pen stopped runningPause3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over lined paper,
Notebook pages in the dead of night.
The lights went out,
The notebook closed,
Pen capped and rested on the nightstand.
Every problem in the world
Had poured from the tip of that pen
Tracing sadness, anger, frustration,
The pen stopped running
And so did her thoughts,
The notebook closed
And so did her mind.
Nothing left to write
On lined paper
In the dead of night.
Up to my asshole in crocsLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)Up to my asshole in crocs3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▲: oh goddamnit
▲: what is one of you nakking little assholes doing on here
▼: MY GLASSES ARE TALKING TO ME!
▲: those are my glasses you piece of shit crocodile
▲: im going to kick your ass whenever i wake up
▲: prepare your scaly ass because im going to beat the fuck out of it
▼: nak... j:
▲: ill give you one chance
▲: put the glasses back on the unbelievably awesome dude you got them from
▲: and i wont dip you in lava
The other user has left
this.Looking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)this.3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
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▲: BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE FUCKING PROWLING AROUND THIS SITE
Nimue, Mest x Wendy fanfictionNimueNimue, Mest x Wendy fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing he noticed as she was being led into his office was how big her hands looked. She was shackled with a specially designed manacles to suppress her Dragon Slayer magic and she bore the bonds almost proudly as two guards escorted her inside, standing to the side as she approached the table languidly.
Gone was the little slip of a girl with awkward movements of a prepubescent body. In her place stood a young woman with a natural grace and poise and a disconcerting smile on her face.
"Hello, Mest-san. Congratulations on your promotion."
"Miss Marvell, how nice of you to join us."
Mest Gryder, the senior secretary of the Magic Council, was deeply disturbed. When he had heard that the Sky Dragon Slayer had been captured, he had immediately ordered her brought into his office. It was part of his responsibility to start preliminary interrogations of the important prisoners but he was also curious how the little girl he had remembered turned out
What It's NotThis is not a silly poemWhat It's Not3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From one who's sore of heart
Nor is it a love song
I knew that from the start
This does not talk of Celebration
Nothing has been won
This does not talk of Criticism
No one has done wrong
I felt I had to write something
But this is all I've got
The only thing this poem is
Is everything it's not.
Where I Fit In BestAll of a sudden, I knew I belonged here. I had woken up early and waited in a line that stretched around the convention center for hours in the sun and the extreme August heat, in a costume that would have been out of place anywhere but here. As the line got shorter, my heart began beating louder and faster as I anticipated what was just up ahead. I started to dance in place, bounce up and down, and tap my feet. I couldn't wait any longer. It may seem insignificant, but just walking through the doors and up the stairs to finally get to my destination made the whole while worth it, even if I didn't take another step after that.Where I Fit In Best3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
People were flooding the main entrance from all directions, and I could not refrain from watching. The world seemed to be spinning around me, but it wasn't illness I felt from being out in the sun too long. It was astonishment in the purest of forms. All thought fled from my mind, and there was nothing I could do but observe and admire this new world I hadn't kno
Macau x Cana fanfictionFanfiction series: Odds and EndsMacau x Cana fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: An Acquired Taste
Word count: 1421
Summary: Cana is an acquired taste. It took some time for Macau to learn to appreciate her.
Notes: Very underappreciated almost-canon couple. May-December romance, I suppose.
There was an almost visible cloud of depression hanging over one Cana Alberona as she sat at one end of the bar counter, nursing her drink and staring gloomily forward. Mirajane didn't ask her what the problem was, merely refilling her glass everytime it got empty.
It was a Friday night and every Friday night, Macau was out on the town with his girlfriend and Cana drank to forget about the occurence. It was the only time she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, being too proud to show her hurt otherwise. She was, after all, Cana Alberona, a veteran mage of Fairy Tail who always kept her cool, especially in a crisis. She was no feeble, ordinary girl, like that
Happy x Charle fanfictionFanfiction series: Odds and EndsHappy x Charle fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Fish makes it better
Word count: 1297
Summary: Because Happy isn't a type to give up on his fish-gifting.
Notes: Adorable couple, made even more so because they are cats. Everything's better with cats
Charle's claim of being a princess of Extalia might have been false but her behaviour was certainly that of a lady. That was the reason for her coming off as snobbish during her first days with Natsu's team. And it was part of a reason why she was so angry with Happy and constantly spurned his advances.
Of course, her anger stemmed mainly from the fact that the annoying male-cat didn't remember a single thing about their mission but there was also the little fact that a fish, no matter how fresh or how prettily wrapped, was not a proper present for a lady. Especially if that present's purpose was to communicate one's feelings for the said lady. It was simply not done
Lover's HistoryDear Lover's History,Lover's History3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I really appreciate all the things
I've learn from love
The memories are all kept
In the little box, that was a present with shoes
I'll never forget lessons
Or make the same mistakes again
But Lover's History,
Please stop sending me emails.
I'm over you.