Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic façade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
Dissecting a HedgehogDissecting a Hedgehog9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Dissecting a Hedgehog: An in-depth analysis of Sonic the Hedgehog
Starting in 1991 and going until 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog dazzled audiences with high-speed high-action antics the likes no other videogame hero can provide or has provided since. With each game, Sonic's adventures grew longer, the levels grew more complex, and the graphics got more detailed. But, after 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog all but vanished from the face of gaming -- a character who was king, beating out rivals like Mario in popularity polls and putting countless copycats to shame, began a downward tailspin into the depths of obscurity. The scarce few games that were released bearing the Sonic name that were not, infact Sonic games; instead they were other genres, other games altogether with the Sonic name and characters transplanted in to them.
In 1998, as Sega transitioned out of their 32bit console, the Sega Saturn, they revealed a new console - the Sega Dreamcast, and with it, a brand new Sonic game slated
Marquis de SadeI am Renee, I am MadelineMarquis de Sade9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am Rose Keller, I am Justine
You are the world's finest libertine
From the whip to the guillotine
...He picks up a rose…
Sadism grew from your licentious seed
We are all whores with a sexual need
You feel pleasure when you make me bleed
Replace Christian dogma with your own creed
…A blood soaked rose…
Out of all your perversions, which do you like best?
The pleasure in sucking snot or the act of incest?
Sodomising backsides or putting God to the test?
By thrusting communion into a whore with zest
My corruption began with your wicked prose
Now I'm tied up in this humiliating pose
The cat-o-nine whips, blood splatters and flows
I wail and scream, he grows solid and blows
…Of torture and beauty…
You teach us that humans are immoral at core
Indulging our sexuality is a natural law
Seduce me with cruelty, brutality and gore
Titillate me with les crimes de l'amour
…Of pleasure and pain…
All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
NDP 2007 PARODY LYRICSThere's No Place I'd Rather BeNDP 2007 PARODY LYRICS8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've walked the streets of Toa Payoh and Marina Bay
I've seen the big banners on the Esplanade
I've eaten char siew pau
Fifty satay in one hour
Drank soup that's hot and sour, but that's okay.
Read mrbrown, Laozhabor and Xiaxue.
Heard Stefanie, Tanya, Kit Chan, JJ.
I've been to Singapore Zoo,
and yelled, "EH,CHIOBU!"
...I know I'm here each night and every day.
There's no place I'd rather be,
You'll always be a part of me,
And despite my immense workload,
It's still my home I long to see.
This country has Japanese,
Venezuelans, and Maltese.
So what for you buy air ticket to
Escape to other countries.
'Cos there's no place I'd rather be!
Happily Ever AfterI've finally found my happily ever afterHappily Ever After8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly all my dreams have come true
Looking into the eyes of a lover
Finding myself in the eyes of you.
All the obstacles that have come our way
And now we stand tall upon the crashing waves.
On the shoreline is where we finally stay
Looking at the beauty of a dying day.
I've finally found my happily ever after
I've found it in the arms of the one I love.
Never truly thought that this day would come
But now I know it will last forever.
Through the rough times, we've seen a few
But I know together there is nothing we can't do.
Finally after all these years, we finally can stand
You'll always be the one for me. I'll always be your man.
I've finally come to a conclusion
That after all this time we're still meant to be
Now I could not ask for anything better
Than having you here right now beside me.
You are my happily ever after
Not even cold weather or a cloudy day can change
The way I look at you or say your name
You are my happily ever after—a
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
-my sickness--my sickness-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel safe.
but i know i am not.
i feel comfortable.
but i am not.
it is all an illusion.
lie to me.
tell me that
i have a sickness.
that it will all
make sense when
i get better.
surrendering to this
sickness seems so simple.
let it take over.
but i can\'t
i must be strong.
but right now
i just don\'t know.
i am so close.
so close to falling
and so close to flying.
this sickness is
i get confused
between these two
ecstasy and melancholy.
this is my sickness.
A Modern FaerytaleA Modern Faerytale9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Modern Faerytale
Loose-jointed fingers braced the cigarette against her lips as she inhaled, and smoke curled a lazy smile through her hair. She came here every Monday night, sat in the same stool, took the same poison – four fingers, on ice, the colour of dirty sunshine.
All night she would sit there, drinking and sucking on a chain of cigarettes through lips tinged yellow with the burn of nicotine, staring down the squat neck of her glass from 5o'clock to closing time, 10 hours straight. She'd get up only to answer nature's call – although I was never sure how natural it was to use your bladder like a lung, filling and emptying with every breath. To an alcoholic, it's just one of those things, I guess. Like the whole liver deal.
I had only started at the bar a month or two ago. It wasn't much of a place, but I wasn't much of an employee, and I was glad of a way to pay the rent. I had asked about this woman, in her rotting satin dress, but my questions went unanswered - she h
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
I need AvocadosI need Avocados9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Today, Princess Diana Died.
I am crying, but not because of this. The tv is on and that's all they talk about, and when they announce it I am cutting up an avocado and mom screams, "Why? Why?! oh my god! Why?" and I slice my finger to the bone and I flinch. The blood pools around my white skin, so dark and red that it seems surreal.
I bandage it up and walk over to where my mom is on her knees by the cat, crying and holding her face with her fleshy hands. My mother loves Princess Diana, she always has. Not really because of any good reason other than that she always wished she were her. I want to smile and tell her I bet she didn't wish that now, huh, but I am afraid of her answer.
I ask if she wants anything. Tea, toast, the avocado I sliced. I help her sit down and tell her I cut my finger. She isn't listening. I tell her I had two twin babies last year, that I'm really an alien from mars, that her boyfriend ran away with the circus. Her brown eyes are glued to the screen.
I turn i
Some facts about fishSome facts about fish9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Some Facts About Fish:
compiled by GuyFlash
1) The skin of a fish is inside out. FACT
2) All fish are allergic to water. FACT
3) Fish have no eyelids, to clean their eyes, fish urinate on them. FACT
4) If you hold a fish upside down and hum the chorus of the song 'Good vibrations' whilst making sure the fish is looking at a map of Norway, the fish will implode. FACT
5) Fish don't breath air, fish breath childrens hope and dreams. FACT
6) Fish will only listen to a Madonna album if played through a packet of ready salted crisps. FACT
7) If you spell 'fish' backwards you get the word 'evil'. FACT
8) 'hippopotamus' is an anagram of 'fish'. FACT
9) Fish are telekinetic. they can move their bodies by the power of their mind alone. FACT
10) Male fish have 38 testes. whereas female fish only have 37. FACT
11) every 2.3 seconds, a fish gives birth to a kangaroo. FACT
12) A fish's diet will include the following;
- Passing Digital radios
- Kangaroos (fish always
-silent witness--silent witness-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i sit by
i am the silent witness.
i see that
they are going
i try to warn them.
but every word
i speak is silence.
why can\'t you hear me?
i am the silent witness.
what good is knowing
someone is going to hurt
when i can\'t even
i am just to live
in my solitude
watching people hurt.
i hate being the silent witness.
i don\'t like this.
i am supposed to
learn from their pain.
but i don\'t want that.
i want for me to learn
from my own pain.
but i don\'t.
i am the silent witness.
Twilight ObessionYou know youre obsessed with Twilight whenTwilight Obession7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
· Every time someone mentions the name of a character in the book you squeal (this includes all side characters as well, not just Edward).
· You find yourself angry or not speaking to a friend who dislikes your favorite character.
· You know the exact days, hours, and possibly even minutes until Breaking Dawn comes out (or the movie, both work).
· You find it impossible not to mention it to every person in every conversation you have.
· You are insulted if someone says they dont like the books and take great personal offense.
· You find yourself debating what might happen in the next book constantly Even while you dream.
· Whenever you see a car style or color mentioned in Twilight you feel the need to point it out.
· If you see a picture of a wolf your first thought is Jacob or werewolves.
· Whenever you read or hear the phrases Twilight, New Mo
Life-likeIt comforts me,Life-like9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts of three different versions of you;
Past, present and future too.
The different forms of a love,
A love too formless to be,
Anything but love -
As love is everything -
And nothing all at once.
Is this really life?
It soothes me,
The past of us together,
And, further back, your tortured years,
And my loss of an adult and gain of a drug,
And how these things link today,
Making the present you somebody else,
Someone other than a parallel you.
It cools me,
To think of love as mere emotions,
Ruling the Gods and ruling life,
And deciding upon the making of husband and wife.
I wonder of the change in mind,
The twists and turns, anfractuous inside,
A year's worth of travel,
But we're in the same place;
Your favourite mode of travel
As a new expression to my face.
It concerns me,
The silence you often bring,
Followed by your singing,
And the occasional meaningful touch
As touching in ours,
And more touching to us than all that time ago.
The passing of ages...
the officious uterus"get intimate with my uterus," she saysthe officious uterus10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm slowly backing away towards the door,
"because it's really about You and Us;
it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it."
i can't believe she's actually saying this,
summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit,
trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising.
she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it,
enclosed a hand-written card in the package -
"My heart pines for you,
my no-no place bleeds for you."
once a month, every month, usually around a full moon,
she tries to pull this silliness like a tampon string
and i'm repeatedly convinced she's crazy.
so i called her the next evening and said
"sorry, darling, but i'm not ready for this
sort of commitment, not to you or your Uterus,
so i g
Death By VampireGood evening young man, I have just a word of cautionDeath By Vampire9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do not romanticise my kind, I do not use seduction
Let go of your misconceptions, and your silly dreams
Because I will not indulge your dark, gothic fantasies
We will not be lovers, immortality will not be yours
I do not have alluring fangs, I have savage jaws
When I take a human life, I do not feel regret
I am neither beauty nor desire, I am the living dead
I will slice your jugular; and lap you clean with my tongue
Maybe I'll drain you completely, and bathe in your blood
Or I can suspend you in a cage, and prod you full of holes
I will have a shower; I will have red stains all over my clothes
I am a nocturnal hunter; I will attack you in the night
And rip your throat to pieces; leave you dying in first light
If I want to be ironic, I could drive a stake through your heart
There are so many ways to kill when a vampire is out for blood
Remembering the boyRemembering the boy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through these teary eyes,
I see misty eyes looking back at me,
needing more then I can give.
Heaven knows where I belong.
I'll pack my bags tonight,
take the early flight.
Time to leave,
or I'll surly die,
get on the train,
in the pouring rain,
Say farewell ,
lets not say goodbye.
Each beat from my heart,
pulls us feather apart,
Now I'm lost,
feeling lonely in the dark.
Have a glass of wine,
just for old times,
remembering the boy,
I left behind.
I miss him now,
in my darkest hour,
just the way,
that we lay.
Let the breeze lift me,
carry me across the sea,
across the land,
in his arms,
that's where I belong.
Let us have a toast,
lets make the most,
Sip this blood red wine.
ParadiseParadise9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Carefully thought out, a delicious nothing; an endless journey,
It's paradise set upon a world in motion; it's paradise swimming through a cobalt ocean.
Complete comprehension will rise within time, during this effect of natural animation,
It's paradise under the black sun; it's paradise on the brown grass.
The clouds are larger than life--the whole world is in a fog,
Although it's tempting to remain asleep under these comforting sheets of constraint.
I breathe it all into my body until I become the vapor that I was,
Countless visions will mend during a rare, yet familiar realization..
Black sand below me and above me; all I can do is swallow it whole,
Confused thoughts will soon clear, then choose to randomly assemble here.
As I eat every grain until I am a part of the earth from which I came,
Where the sun sets in my trail, never failing to rise up again and guide.
Wonderfully unexpected, a delicious mystery; an emotional feast,
It's paradise in a major movement; it's paradi
+Velvet Noose+ Prologue+Velvet Noose+ Prologue11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fill me, fill me with dread that is pure. Don't fear… drunk with dread surely, I'll find myself a cure.
'Twas liquid sleet, I swear, that slammed against the outer side of my umbrella as I braved the weather, longing for a not so distance place where I knew I had hot coffee and a warm cushion at my disposal.
What a challenge it was to stay on my feet whilst the wind blew the water this way and that. The barrage could well have drowned me standing. I could not see an arm's length ahead, and would have been lost had I not known the way by heart.
I was squinting, trying to make out the footway ended so that I could step down and cross the deserted road. I caught the glimmer, first, of what seemed like pearls suspended in the turbulent air.
My curiosity justified by the direction of which I was headed, I drew nearer, and saw the rest of the young body that let her little self be plied by the cruel darts. The pearls were stranded into her dark hair. The rest of her wa
The Past Comes Back VIIIThe Past Comes Back VIII7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Chapter 8 : Oh Crap
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When Courtney got back downstairs she found Duncan sitting on the couch, his head bobbing and hand tapping to music he had blaring on his iPod. He was trying to flush out the Celine Dion music he had constantly replaying in his mind. Duncans eyes were shut tight, imagining anything but the scary woman.
Duncan. He didnt respond. Duncan. She raised her voice a little louder, but no response. She growled raising her foot and stepping on Duncans. Duncan!
Ow. He responded as though it were obvious that it had hurt. What do you want princess?
I was just going to say Moms gone for the night to some convention and we wanted to know if youd stay the night. He didnt seem convinced. And maybe you could dodge your parents for a bit longer.
Im in. He said, pressing play. His music could be heard
The Travels of Mr. WalkerThe Travels of Mr. Walker9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Walker poses as derelict
against a bus stop pole under early November.
He's got headphones pushing drunkard's music
down his empty body
like caulk, popping out his toes
beat by beat into a rain puddle.
He likes to pretend it's a movie,
to pretend there's a cigarette in his mouth,
to pretend he has killed before.
The city just keeps on digesting him,
sloshing him around
past hospitals, agencies, brothels-turned-art stores,
until the rectum, the school--the library.
He'll have a coffee, watch the rain
start and stop again.
He likes to get lost wading amongst shit,
to pay too much for a croissant,
to act like he has time for little things.
He finds a payphone,
calls the busy signal at his home
just to check up on things. Tired-eyed,
Mr. Walker will find a seat in his favorite quiet room
and sigh a few times.
An old friend will come from nowhere,
ask him how or what he's doing.
He wants to say, "I once left my soul in this room
and I intend to get it back."