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Pink Bunny: Jimmy's EPIC FAIL If you knew Nutty Jimmy the way the entire world did, you would know that he was one screwy cookie; one minute he’s an ax-wielding psychopath hopping around from dark alley to dark alley on his bloody murder sprees stealing brains and the next he was a creepy schizophrenic that acted like a three-year-old. BUT, if we all know one divine talent involving this nutcase, it would be his artistry; from machine-making to make-overs to painting to styling. Well, today he has created something.Pink Bunny: Jimmy's EPIC FAIL4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pink Bunny Studios was closed in the morning, so Jimmy had all the time in the world to test out his new mannequin which he zapped from his co
Things I am not or don't haveSometimes it is difficult to realize what we got until we lose it. And for the most of the part, we see what we don’t have.Things I am not or don't have5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But sometimes what we don’t have or are not doesn’t always mean a bad thing.
I am not or don’t have a lot of things.
100 things I am not or don’t have
1. I don’t have cancer
2. I am not blind
3. I am not deaf
4. I don’t have physical defects
5. I don’t have psychiatric or psychological problems
6. I am not poor
7. I don’t have careless parents
8. I don’t have allergies
9. I am not ugly
10. I don’t have broken bone(s)
11. I am not always starving
12. I
A child named Merry-Go-Round It was another hot summer's day in the small Austrian town when it happened. A little pale boy with hair jet as ink and a white forelock parting the middle of it was sitting in loneliness beneath the strong shade of a grand oak tree, umbrella in hand to shield him from the lethal sun. It was usual of him to watch the town children play their games out in the field while he cradled himself beneath the protection of the trees, lonely and sad knowing he could not play with them at all due to his… "uniqueness".A child named Merry-Go-Round3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother told him of them. The ancient mistress who was parent to the little boy always said and warned him that the n
definition of lovedefinition of love6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is it that defines love?
Is it that world
awaiting far above?
"A chemical reaction in the brain."
That's what they say
in the science domain.
An ambiguous word
to say the least.
Is there no way to tame the beast?
Perhaps when two
are meant to entwine
it comes once in a lifetime.
But there is more than one form,
to your surprise?
Just look into each others eyes.
The eyes of you friend,
who stuck by your side.
Thick and thin throughout the ride.
The eyes of your mother,
who cared for you then,
and cares for you now, once again.
The eyes of your father
that you revere,
but know he will always be here.
The eyes of
I Have No Names for all My Teacup BabesI feel always like I am starting over.I Have No Names for all My Teacup Babes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a magpie I gather trinkets under my pillow,
bay leaves and bags of herbs to bring the next lover to me,
to call the next dream-face forward—a picture
painted in the tea leaves.
But truth be told the start-again
is never clean, is never gentle,
and the sweat of all that labour
is a fire on my skin, telling me
I will never resist its wind-cry.
The moon comes when I call, to help me;
midwife, she is, and she carries into being my new selves
like the babes they are, teaches them to
fill long footsteps like hers.
Truth be told, I tire of the destiny
I was given once—I am a teacup
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still d
DormantWinter is a blank slate,Dormant8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not like Rousseau's—
it cleanses
sucking out warmth like poison
leaving only windburnt frost
tacked to the window pane
all we remember
is the numbness
the shuddering
skittish steps across the ice
snowflakes pasted to our faces
smoke rising from our lips
dragged across bleak clouds
winter has us captured
bound by fur and walls
drifting in our eggshelled silence
bone cold until we birth ourselves by warmth
emerge from our shells wet and heaving
uncurl our fingers one by one
joints crackling like fire at our backs
until spring comes
drip by tender drip
old wounds thaw
we are found raw,
Mommy's Suicide Mom... Did you just...Mommy's Suicide1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Yes.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
Panic.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
Why...
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
...
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Sarah and Jimmy PART ONESarah and Jimmy PART ONE4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The five boys towered over the little girl who was innocently drawing on the dirt with a stick. Her mockingbird heart pounded in her chest as the delinquents stood before where she sat. “H… Hi.” she said nervously.
“Hey. You’re that prick Jimmy’s sister,” one of the boy’s responded, kicking a little dirt at her. “Your older bro @#$%ed with our cars; threw a bunch of drugs in the trunk and got us questioned.”
“Oh…! Um… uh…” Sarah, the six-year-old child, began to feel hot during such a cold climate. She could only stutter and stay where she sat because runni
The Music BoxThe Music Box3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Music Box
It was Marie's sixteenth birthday and she was spending the afternoon before her ball with me in my wing of the palace. She had finally come of age and looked so lovely… it was hard to believe this young woman had once been the little girl who loved to sit on my knee. "Come here Marie and sit by me. It is time to give you your birthday gift." She came over with a quizzical look on her brow. Her eyes lit up as I gently pulled her gift out of its velvet case. The Music Box: shrouded in mystery with its surreal beauty. "Oh grandmamma," she breathed and ran her fingers over t
love, in shortit's somethinglove, in short1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'll realise
like an electrical fire
and my god,
it will hurt
and you will smile
because it hurt
and that means
it wasn't all a dream.
Carnevale2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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True strengthStrength.True strength5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignoran
Under The RugUnder The Rug10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Under The Rug
"Off with you!"
A wooden chair was brought down hard on cheap grey berber carpet; a lamp shook and a trio of bland landscape portraits framed on the wall rocked to and fro on their nails.
"Demon Scourge!"
Glass shattering and a stream of hearty curses echoed in a conservatively furnished den. The quaint home of a certain Harvey Millright (PhD., he would cantankerously have one specify) was under attack.
Harvey's career, if I may diverge from that scene for a moment, was teaching entomology
at a university near his home. His hobby was co
Isolated from Mistrust Chapter 1It was a moon after I had left ThunderClan. I missed my mother and siblings dearly. But I didn't want to be mistrusted all the time. The day after I left a search party had went out for me. I masked my scent so no cat would find me, and it worked. They gave up and went back to camp.Isolated from Mistrust Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I walked out of my den, my ears pricked for the sound of prey. I taught myself how to hunt and take care of myself. I was going to give myself Clan names as I grew older. When I beca,e six moons old, I would be Spottedpaw. When I turned twelve moons old, I would be Spottedpath. Spottedpath would be my name for the rest of my life. I had my whole life planned out.
x.:To Become Estranged:.xRun from yourself,x.:To Become Estranged:.x3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like you,
Run from your fears,
Littering your footsteps,
Is the cascade of tears,
That falls,
As guilt crawls,
Over your flesh,
Through your mind,
Poisoning your thoughts,
Tainting your actions,
Your heart becomes your sin,
Do not dear let them in.
Is she Mary Sue? Clarifying Mary SueIs she Mary Sue?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So, I realize that everyone has heard of Mary Sue characters, but the thing that bothers me is that Mary has never really been as clarified as she could be. Girls go around crying Mary Sue at every character with long pink hair, then go and create even worse Mary Sue characters in the false illusion that they're making nonMary Sue characters (or even anti-Sues) when in fact they're doing the opposite. Allow me to explain how this seems to happen.
First of all the term "Mary Sue" desperately needs to be clarified to these people, so this brings us to the very important question: What IS a
Anno Mundi I have come upon this placeAnno Mundi8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By means of long forgotten roads overgrown with revolution
And in asseveration to the Gods of olde.
The bent forms of worshiping trees huddle in secluded cloisters,
Hissing and slithering up from fissured cracks in stained asphalt
To praise the light,
As the others concede to choke on cast shadows.
Consigned to abeyance, even the winds seem reluctant
To intrude upon the sacred stillness here.
The lethe touches of coarse undergrowth ink dewy masterpieces
of refracted lights upon my stripped feet and ankle
The Sea Of TranquilityI do not believe in sinThe Sea Of Tranquility9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been there before
I live life on a whim
I swim the shore of liberty
This is about delicacies
The lure of flesh
And the most delicate of seas
The salty taste of your skin
It is about touching
The inner core
And releasing all doubt
It is about being
In the ocean of love
I swim it willingly
In compliance of the laws
That deem truth the winner
And does not see my flaws
I am beautiful here
Where the waters flow free
I can be myself
I can be me
It is quite liberating
The refreshment is sublime
There is no time
There is only tranquility
Almunkban valami megvaltozikÁlmunkban valami megváltozikAlmunkban valami megvaltozik11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Olyan furcsa alakú a Hold ma.
Lefelé húzza a sok kétely.
Mi a sötét éjben kelünk útra
Álomittasan.
Fejünkben pókhálót szőttek a képek,
Mégis csupán foltokat látunk.
Puhán visszhangzanak a léptek,
Álomittasan.
Csönd van most a világban.
Egyedül mi vándorok mozgunk.
Szívünk néha gyorsabban dobban,
Bár álmodunk.
Felettünk ezrével ragyognak csillagok.
Vállunkat a sok gond lehúzza.
Így járunk, mi ébren alv&#
A different kind of forever-First mission"MALIK!!" Altair screeched, running up the fortress stairs.A different kind of forever-First mission1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Malik groaned, attempting to hide his face from the over active 12 year old Altair. The novice was attracting an immense amount of attention, something Malik loathed.
"Malmalllllll......" Altair called, using Malik's nickname, dragging out the l.
Finally, Malik had enough.
"What is it that you want?!" Malik yelled in exasperation.
"I'm going on my first mission!" Altair chirped excitedly.
Malik frowned. Altair was but twelve, and still in training. Malik, whom was two years his senior, had never even been assigned to a novice mission, let alone a high risk mission that Altair w
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