Good Little Girl lyricsGood Little Girl lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Marshall Lee: Good little girl,
Always picking a fight with me.
You know that I'm bad,
But you're spending the night with me.
What... do you want... from my world?
You're a good little girl.
Fionna: Bad little boy.
That's what you're acting like.
I really don't buy,
That you're that kind of guy.
And... if you are...
Why do you want to hang out with me?
Marshall Lee: Don't you know I'm a villain?
Every night, I'm out killin'
Sending everyone running like children?
I know why you're mad at me,
I got demon eyes... and they're lookin' right through your anatomy,
Into your deepest fears.
Baby I'm not from here,
I'm from the nightosphere, to me you're clear... transparent,
You got a thing for me girl, It's apparent.
Arranged Marriage Ch. 24Arranged Marriage Ch. 243 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 24: Search!
Night has fallen and Skyler hasn't returned. To this point Jacob had to worry. She's been out since morning and no sign of her. He curses under his breath for that dumb rule of no electronics on the island, otherwise he would have called her. He goes out with a flashlight (the only exception to the Robinson's rule) he had found in the kitchen drawers and goes out.
She takes in deep breaths to make the pain away. So walking down a steep hill made of dirt and full of roots is a bad idea. To that a root tripped her, making her fall down the hill and sprain her ankle.
She had taken refuge in the mouth of a cave that she had discovered a couple years back, reason why it was so steep. She had a feeling that if Jacob were to go find her that she would be found a little more easily if she were in sight, so the cave was the first to come to mind.
PC: Learning New Things"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops." Henry Brooks AdamsPC: Learning New Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alois Trancy grew accustomed to his new "pet" Maow: a girl who believes she's a cat. He would spend a lot of his time pampering her. He would spend a lot of his time playing with her or even spoiling her.
Maow definitely loved her home as well as her master. Being a spoiled kitty, she would roam around the Trancy manor and do whatever she deemed fun. But, in doing so, she would end up being chased by either the three triplet servants - Thompson, Timber, and Canterbury - or by the main butler Claude.
To be brutally honest, Claude hated the cat-girl. His job as a butler was stressful already and bringing Maow into the house only made it worse off for him. Maow loved to mess up his work and interrupt him whenever he was concentrating on a task. Even though it led her to be chased out by the demon butler, she kept coming back.
A very irritated Claude was redoing the laundry that Maow had mu
PC: Play Doctor - Part 2"Love is everything it's cracked up to be... It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for." – Erica JongPC: Play Doctor - Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a few stirrings, Kailey finally awoke from her coma. She saw she was no longer in the bar but was lying in one of the Roadhouse guest bedrooms. There were bandages around her waist and arms and a cast around her leg.
Jo sat beside her with a smile. "You really caused some trouble out there."
Kailey blinked. "I'm...sorry." She rubbed her head. "So I passed out? Damn, I should've been a bit more careful. I didn't mean to worry you guys. But that hunt I went on..."
"Forget about it," Jo waved her hand nonchalantly. "We all have our days. Ash is pretty worried about you. Mom told him to stay out until you woke up."
The brunette blushed at her comment and rubbed the back of her neck. "I feel bad for making him worry, too. He told me to be careful before I left and I..."
Suddenly, the door opened and Ash hurried into the bedroom. "Kailey! Are you ok
One Crazy Date - Part 2"It's unfair to believe everything we hear about lawyers, some of it might not be true." Gerald F. LiebermanOne Crazy Date - Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sudden scream interrupted their peaceful lunch. From a distance, a woman was on the ground, holding the side of her cheek while she cried. People were around her, whispering among themselves.
Cassie, Kyouya, Kaoru, and Juliet hurried to the woman's side but Kaoru's hand was pushed away. A middle-aged man stood next the woman, glaring at the redhead Hitachiin.
"This is the boy! He's the one who stole my wife's wallet!"
The shoppers looked from each other to Kaoru, skeptical looks on each of their faces. Juliet stepped in front of him. "How dare you suspect Kaoru! He wasn't even near that woman!" She looked towards the victim's husband. "Can you prove that Kaoru stole your wife's wallet?"
"You think I'm a liar? Look into his pocket if you want the truth!"
One of the shoppers held down Kaoru's arms while another searched his pockets. Just as they had suspected, the
SeelenfaengerKaltes Wasser. Wellen, die ihre nackten Füße umspielten.Seelenfaenger2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wo war sie?
Langsam setzte sie sich auf, blinzelte in das graue Licht eines frühen Oktobermorgens. Zu ihrer Linken befand sich der Fluss, grau wie der Himmel, nur kaum merklich dunkler. Rechts von ihr reckten einige Büsche und Bäume ihre fast schon kahlen Zweige gen Himmel. Nur hier und da flatterte noch ein einzelnes braunes Blatt im Wind. Eine einzelne, verwitterte Bank stand am Ufer des Flusses.
Sie konnte sich nicht daran erinnern, wie sie hierher gekommen war. Natürlich nicht. Sie musste wieder schlafgewandelt sein, aber immerhin war sie dieses Mal nicht an irgendeinem gefährlichen Ort aufgewacht. Eine echte Verbesserung, wenn sie daran dachte, wo sie sich sonst oft wiederfand mitten auf der Hauptstraße, auf den Bahngleisen, einer Brücke, dem Dach eines Hochhauses. Die Luft war kalt und sie zitterte bereits in ihrem dünnen Nachthemd, doch verglichen mit d
Come Home: A PantoumYou'll always come back to meCome Home: A Pantoum2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when the lights in the far hills
are done searching. For, new beds
entice adventurers. Too,
when the lights in the far hills
come home, the homespun dream they
entice adventurers too,
but they can't. (Dream we're neither.
Come home.) The homespun dream they
turn pioneers to homebodies,
but they can't dream we're neither,
our wanderlust fit to turn
pioneers to homebodies.
We've always made love free, so
our wanderlust fit. To
turn ourselves towards our home
we've always made love. Free. So
when the last adventurers
turn themselves toward their homes
in faraway lands, I know,
when the last adventurers
are done searching for new beds
in faraway lands, I know
you'll always come back to me.
PC: Kitty Days - Part 2"How you behave towards cats here below will determine your status in heaven." Robert A. HeinleinPC: Kitty Days - Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alois brought his new pet home, ignoring the "Welcome home, Master" from his servants. He held up Maow to the five of them and grinned.
"This is Maow and she's gonna be my new pet. I expect you all to get along."
Three of the servants - triplets Thompson, Timber, and Canterbury - whispered amongst one another while Claude and Hannah remained quiet. Once Alois made his announcement, he and Maow skipped up the stairs to his bedroom.
After putting her in a nightgown given by Hannah, he set up some pillows to make a bed and laughed. "This is where you'll sleep, Maow. Tomorrow we're gonna have fun bothering Claude~"
Maow let out a happy mewling noise as she plopped down on her new bed. Alois giggled as he laid down next to her, petting her head.
"Good night, Maow~"
~ ღ ~
The following morning, Maow got up early from her bed and stretched. Her master laid in bed, sleeping s
who said breathing was easy?gaspwho said breathing was easy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
air down the esophagus
trickling, to the lungs
winter respire chills alveoli
tried to hold my breath for a beat or two
a beat like a bird's wing flapping fire in my chest
a clawing at my ribs, broken feathered bones at the bottom
stir to rattle blood
hurts more not to
say your name
complications beep irregular rhymes
and the time ticks on methodically
like life is logical
like love keeps
waiting to inhale
forever an exhale
always leaving me empty
On the bus, I sawyou, across from meOn the bus, I saw1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
'right' to be a stranger-
& public transport are
on uneven terms, so
we start a game
you throw me your eyes, only
to have them thrown back
it's called 'bullseye'
because this dance-
of near misses
& stolen glance
makes us guilty of
red in shared blushes
(& horns in my pants)
stranger, there will come a time
you arrest me-
to remain strange
& your permit to
bulldoze my heart.
My GoddessNestled in a halo of royal purple the face of a goddess stares, unblinking. In that instant the painted dunes of history have possession of me. The sand beneath my feet is fine and runs in a mocking parody of water every time my foot falls. The sky has a sharpness and clarity long since sacrificed to the advancement of man and his machines. The sun slides over my shoulders, liquid and warm as honey.My Goddess5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I blink and Im once again in my room of brick and glass. A ceiling fan whirls above, its hum and breath the only life. But no, the goddess is still here. Her eyes, the portals to another place, are closed.
It is time for baby cats to be asleep.
Who We Will Be It was in her bathroomWho We Will Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I fell into myself
and found I was not
the only one there
two pink lines that say
my future will be delivered
in a hospital bed
with me screaming as I'm sure
so many others have done
A few nights before we lay still
both naked in every way and I
laughed. You ran your hand over me
"I feel like Adam and Eve" I said.
"Why is that?"
"I am not ashamed to be like this with you
in front of God."
So He gave me a gift that I will
learn to appreciate. When I
pulled the plastic bag out of my
pocket and showed you what we had done
"I'm not going to abandon you."
Even if I never believed anyone before.
Voices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974 Dad would ask so many questions I hated interpretingVoices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-19742 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for him hands stuck on refrain it wasn’t that my parents were deaf
but that other parents could hear I found that strange we had to move
ISLNDSyou like the wayISLNDS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the i slants,
in a sea
in cropped crests
made to full-
in lost chests.
now a motive
and proceed greedily,
the leap's froth;
breath is only
as sweet as the
speech that breeds thought.
A Lycan's Possession...splintering...tearing--A Lycan's Possession4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It smashed through.
The Circus.Welcome, welcome, boys and girls toThe Circus.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The greatest show you'll ever see.
This man is insane; please push to get in,
Ten percent off per wicked grin,
Fifteen for every deadly sin,
This man is here for the devil within.
Come watch, come watch, now don't delay
The gun at his head ain't got all day,
This is his first and only stay,
Please, everybody, right this way.
See that look upon his face?
From eyes to ears? That's pure disgrace!
His trembling lips can sense the taste
Of a soon-to-come bloody embrace.
This is the new entertainment
Brains for blood for lives for payment.
outgrowing gillssea-cradled urchinoutgrowing gills2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
child has a salty heart yearnin'
for a glimpse of mother moon
tiny spiked wunderkind
punk, studded belt
you know life's answers well
shuffling through the seaweed-less halls
missing the ocean swell
tidal waves foaming at the mouth
everyone is laughing now
at the boy born on a boat one sunny afternoon
cause mama loved the sea like lovers love the sheets
landlocked kid is homesick and
sea sure, he's searching for the sea shore
life's a blur for Davy Jones at his locker
capsized by sea-legs on solid ground, he finds his seizures
and he hates his earth mother
he hates her
for falling for the ocean and
how he's rocked by the moon
how he's mesmerized by her glow
her pull on his sea-conceived cells
he hates her too
for the puking in the stalls
for the ridicule
Sweat, Spice, and ScarsYour eyes,Sweat, Spice, and Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
I want my insides back.
Ueber die Regenbogenbruecke (GER)Von Asen und Vanen erdachtUeber die Regenbogenbruecke (GER)2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Von Heimdall bewacht
Nur unter Sunna und Thor zu sehen
Wenn tapf're Krieger darüber gehen
Leuchtet in der Seele Farben
Welche uns die Götter gegeben haben
Es geht nach Hause, in Mutters Schoß
Valhalla, hier wird sich vorbereitet auf den letzten Stoß
the theatreit is a Tuesday afternoonthe theatre1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I observe
the proscenium arch
of your spine.
I am separated from you
by several degrees,
a world and a half,
the ornate, sweeping divide
between watcher and watched
(and you've never cared
to break the fourth wall)
Your Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)I buried a tiny bird today, in the rocky patchYour Breath (A Little Bird Told Me)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out back, just beyond the gate,
where weeds grow near the garden and
the shade of a young tree hangs
over the sunken hole
and as I buried that little bird,
who was black with white belly
who had white spots, pokadots
trailing up black back and feathered
wings, I watched the wind gently
move those ruffled feathers,
ever so slightly, like flight without
it is funny, for I thought this is
how your breath must be, cigarette and
coffee smell, as you blow smoke out
with a smile, fragile, like porcelain,
so easily broken, like the little body
now buried in the backyard
but still something else, like a final
flight, after the sun light has disappeared,
when all the birds are nested,
save for solely one, still feeling the
breeze beneath outstretched wings,
soaring on the back of soft breath
escaping from your lips
pipe dream.dreams:pipe dream.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve always wanted a boyfriend
I could watch porn with
and drink straight vodka with
until we’re too drunk to know
who took who
I’ve always wanted a boyfriend
I could ride
without feeling embarrassed
that there’s a freckle on my breast;
a boyfriend who could make me fall in love
with his eyelashes
when they’re wet with tears,
with his breakdowns and daydreams
and every honest, vulnerable little thing.
I’ve always wanted a boyfriend
who could make me believe in God
because miracles were real
and I didn’t need evolution anymore
I didn’t need to believe
that things were destined
to change –
that I didn't want them to change.
(I just wanted it to be perfect.)
You called me heroin
because you were addicted.
“You ruined my life,” you’d say,
drinking straight out the bottle.
You never drank with me,
so I always knew it was you
who was too drunk
to get my je
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.