Coffay"Do you want any sugar for your coffay?" Spencer asked.Coffay2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Coffee", Ryan said, reading some magazine.
"No, it's coffay" Spencer argued against.
"No it isn't" Ryan argued.
"Can you two shut up?" Jon hissed.
"No" Ryan and Spencer said at the same time.
"Why?" Jon asked.
"Because it's coffay" Spencer answered. Ryan rolled his eyes.
"Coffee" Brendon said, stepping into the kitchen.
"Everyone is against me, right?" Spencer said, leaning to the table.
"Hmm.. Yeah" Jon laughed. Spencer smirked.
"Idiots" he whispered, witch made Ryan laugh.
"Now I'm and idiot?" Ryan asked.
"Well, duh" Spencer said. Ryan shook his head smiling.
"Whatever. Could you give me my coffay..NONONO, I mean .. Oh" Ryan said.
"Loser" Spencer smiled and took a sip from his coffay.
You're not aloneA bird with no wings can never fly far,You're not alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a bird with borrowed wings can soar the skies.
You'll never be alone...
I like to cryI like to cry. I like the anticipation my muscles tightening and untightening as I try, in vain, to keep the tears from flowing. Then, like someone cut my string clinging to cruel reality, I crumble instantly. Like a wall, collapsing to the ground, I fall, because emotions are unbearable [for me]. But...it feels nice. Just for a moment, a precious moment, I forget where I am. I've no sense of existing. I want to go. I dissolve into a piece of nothing. All I am is heat, anger, sadness, and agonizing pain. And it's just for a second, drifting into bittersweet oblivion.I like to cry2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I can feel microscopic beads of sweat forming at the top of my forehead. I feel steamy and roasting, like I'm baking in an oven. I can feel my heart clenching in agony and it seems like an anchor that urges me even more to weep. The salty tears spill across my cheeks and down my neck. It blinds my sight. When I wipe them away with the back of my sleeve, it feels rough and harsh on my tender eyelids.
No, I'm n
Seasons of Auburn: Chp.1CHP. 1Seasons of Auburn: Chp.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was born July 12th, 1984 in Boston at exactly 3:34 AM. I was the first daughter of Winnifred (Winnie) and Edmund (Ed) McGee. My father left his homeland in Ireland when he was eighteen to the United States. He had bright hazel eyes and golden-orange hair like he had stuck his head out of a speeding car. He, among many other young, adventurous bachelors, came to the Americas in search of a new beginning in their humdrum lives. After all, the United States was the birth of individualism, citizen rights, wealth, fame...All of this, he had promised himself to accomplish. That was, until he met Winnifred Aleshore.
My mother was incredibly spoiled as she came from a wealthy family. She was very sheltered at the time (World War I) resulting in her innocent, yet very fiery and even arrogant attitude. She was very lovely with her wavy blonde hair and light brown eyes. All her life she had been daddy's little girl, her life of leisure and lackadaisicalness in her father' hands. Edmund a
TwilightNeither good nor evil.Twilight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hot or cold?
Can one truly call it a shadow,
or is it the light of an angel,
descending upon the earth?
Neither can it be darkness or light,
for it is the balance of all.
Only can it be seen,
between the others so cold and bright.
Comforting and yet so far from it.
It's like a sin,
before the storm.
Many choose it's counterparts,
Choosing to ignore the balance,
so close to being seen.
There is darkness and light,
but there is also the choice of twilight.
Valentine's LamentOnValentine's Lament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that stormy night
when you're all alone
that time when the whole world is gone
you feel the sorrow and want to cry
it's sad that they wouldn't even try
and at some point you doubt and
tell yourself it's your fault,
when in your heart you know it's not true
it's really their mistake
for giving up you
you did your best and you did NOTHING wrong
so don't you dare look down and sing that sad song
they made a mistake, for once it's not you
and I know you are strong
and that you'll make it through.
there no regret
for I have made no mistake
to help for the better
not bitter, miss fake
okay so you've won
whatever game you were playing
but you didn't beat me
because I don't remember saying
I was playing any games,
Yes, I was legit
then I tried to help you and you threw a fit
I could say rude things and fuck up your life
due to frustration, vexation, resilience and strife
but honestly I don't care anymore what you do
because the person I thought you were
Broken Heart CellThis is a song I just made up. I actually made up another song before this and I'm going to post that later. I'd like comments and critiques! Enjoy!Broken Heart Cell2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in your arms
only to find that I've awakened...
I'm trapped here...
in this cell, my broken heart.
You have the key to free me...
but you threw it away and now
I can't escape.
How could you leave me?
The pieces of my soul
will forever stay apart.
The love that you used to give me,
is now torturing my memories...
You left me without notice
I was evicted from your life
and cast away unto
the hell of my lonely sorrow.
The bars of my prison used to welcome you
into my soul.
I let you in...and you crushed me from the inside...
How could you leave me?
The pieces of my soul
will forever stay apart.
The love that you used to give me,
is now torturing my memories...
Don't speak to me again
I've heard too many lies
don't touch me again
you broke me enough
don't kiss me again
I might- I might-
Don't tell me
Seeing the battleShe stood Watching the battle ensue before her eyesSeeing the battle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears going her down her face as she clutched her dress.
Clangs of metal against claws, the sounds of flesh riping
Screams and howls,warmth hitting her face and dress
blood was it hers,his or one,of her enemies
She did not know as she began to see the bodies hit the ground
Frantic and scared she began searching for her love
When she found him tears flowed more
Leaving tracks in the blood on het face
She gently pulked him close
as she realized her love would lose his life for her
Christal F Manuli 4/15/2012
Basic Profiles1. Ling Shalom: Main character of my fictional worldBasic Profiles1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Ling Tania Shalom
Species: Quarter between human and sylph. Her grandmother is a descendant of one sylph clan, so, A quarter of Ling is composed of sylph's gene.
Age: No one suspects she is over 20 years old, but in reality, her age is nearly 50 years old.
Height/ Weight 170cm/ 45kg Just scrawny.
Job: An information-trader who works both of the Humans World and the Humans Underworld. And in the cyberspace, she introduced her name 'the beginning and the last Zero', and is respected as one of cleverlest cyber-lords.
Where her birth place is: Hong Kong
Where she has grew up: Both Hong Kong and London
About parents: Ling's father, Eugene Shalom, had met Tania Lana Windmaster in a certain place of Hong Kong. Eugene had some aspects: his main work was a freelance computer-engineer, and another is a hacker in legend. Why he had been in Hong Kong: he visi
LOSTPONY.txtLOSTPONY.txt2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As you may know, I bought a new computer last December, due to my old one overheating and the hard drive exploding. I have a new one now, and I feel I'm ready to tell
you the real reason it crashed.
November 30, 2011
I really like the show "My little Pony: Friendship is Magic" it calms me down and the plot is simple and requires no cognitive work to fully understand. However, I
was beginning to get bored of the season 1 episodes, so I decided to surf the web and look for some more season two ones. It took a good while of searching, about two
or three pages of google, but eventually I found an episode titled "Season 2 pilot: My Little Pony Friendship is magic: Legend of Lostpony".
Just then, a flashback occurred. Does anyone remember that My Little Pony storybook? the one where Mintie, Pinkie Pie, Wysteria and Rainbow Dash were all having a
sleepover and telling ghost stories? I remember buying that book when I was 7, when I was into the original My Little Pony dolls. The story used to
the invisible wounds of warhome is so different when you'rethe invisible wounds of war2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing behind the wall;
i wonder of the people who
live/will live in that house now as i
stand yonder on the neighbor's
my face illuminated in a yellow
i wonder if they'd listen to my winding
stories; the nights i'd scream
back at my parents as they screamed
at each other -
the tornadoes and storms that ripped
through the back yard, leaving us untouched
but devastating others -
the christmas and easter mornings, good
times and bad, dreams and heartbreak
and so much cigarette smoke staining
the walls and my lungs.
(we were a good american family with
good american values and traditions,
i wonder if they'd listen to my twisting
roots, sitting calmly as i'd tell them
of the horrors of standing naked
in front of my mother to have her tell
me my body was wrong.
i've always been told that people
abuse in myriads of ways, but never
that the walls of my old home
would abuse along.
Gross AnatomyGross Anatomy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold out
in the culmination of her pleasure
slide down that gentle grain to pin
where mine once were tied.
More gentle, in your roughness.
in your marauded gifts.
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing old1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever
Two SidesTwo Sides2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm liked at school.
But I'm hated at home.
I am kind, caring and active.
But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.
I stay quiet most of the time.
But I am loud, screaming for attention.
I stay on everybody's good side.
But I stay on their bad side.
I try to stay good.
But I stay bad.
I smile at everyone.
But I cry alone.
Everyone listens to me.
But no one listens to me.
I am happy most of the time.
But I am depressed most of the time.
I listen to everyone.
But I listen to no one.
I try not to make mistakes
But I make mistakes all the time.
I tell the truth most of the time.
But I tell lies most of the time.
Everyone believes me.
But no one believes me.
I am surrounded by people.
But I am alone.
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
Such Sweet SorrowSuch Sweet Sorrow2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tell me about something that made you sad.
Uh. Okay. Let me think. [Pause] I was sad when I sent you to the airport in San Antonio. That made me sad You leaving again made me sad.
Yeah. That made me sad, too. Parting is always sad, but you know what's worse? It always gets better. The first couple times, you're likeshe's leaving, I'm so sad I'm going to cry. And then, after a long time, you get used to it. That is sad.
Yeah. I understand.
Mm. Let's sleep now.
She fell into a slumber quickly. I soon heard her gentle and rhythmic breathing next to me. But I stayed awake to ponder her words. Did parting really get easier as time went by?
I don't think so. If else, I feel that it gets harder. More painful each time to see her turn her back on me and walk away. It's just that I've gotten stronger, and I've learned to smile when I wave goodbye. And cry l
I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be