ObservationObservation3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You just need focus,
the tree is the simpler task.
One must expect blurred edges,
truth inferred rather than seen.
Pokemon Marysue.Hello, I'm Mearīsū Torōru!! (メアリースー) (トロール )Pokemon Marysue.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have long waist length curly light blue hair that falls in natural ringlets. I have light green eyes that turn pink when I'm happy. It may sound weird but I'm a Pokemon/human hybrid test subject, I have suicane ears and a tail. I usually wear a dark blue hat to hide my ears so no one finds out. Anyways!! Enough about my looks, here's my story.
Ch. 1: New beginnings.
As I stood in the ring thousands of stares pierced through me. This was my chance, my last Pokemon. Ash Ketchum stood before me, his eyes gleaming with what he felt was certain victory. I closed my eyes and imagined my family. As you see my Mum and Papa died when I was very young on a search for Pokemon. While home alone I was kidnapped and tested on by this evil scientist guy. Luckily, I knew Karate and Beat him up, but not after my DNA was fused with the Pokemon's. I
Dark Secret//Start//Dark Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had always known there was more then one way to skin a cat... you just had to out smart it; but how was the tricky part. Breathing deeply; her brows drawn together in an angry line, Teru stormed off of the school campus with her bag thrown over her shoulder. The few students who's stayed after hours all gave her odd looks, their eyes filled with mocking curiosity as she stomped her way to the bus stop; not the least bit aware of what had transpired only five minutes before. Teru was so angry she didn't even want to think about it, but she knew Kurosaki would.... if the small hand-shaped bruise on his cheek was to be any evidence of it.
With a soft roar of an engine the local bus rolled to a stop, its doors opening with a slight ring. Already having taken out her passage money, the brunette haired young girl dropped the yen into the bucket and moved to take her normal spot in the middle just by the door. Clenching the bar in preparation for the bus to jerk into moti
Forgiveness?Forgiveness?Forgiveness?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes you think you're worthy?
You think just a few kind words will fix everything?
That everything shall be forgotten because you wish?
It doesn't work like that.
But I'll smile and say everything's okay,
when really the memories never fade
and truly never forgive you for what happened.
You don't deserve my forgiveness
and to think that you not only do, but are entitled to it,
shows just what kind of person you are.
No, I will never forgive you,
so while I smile and pretend to tolerate you,
don't let your guard down for a second.
I'm just waiting, waiting for that perfect moment
when I can hurt you,
as much as you hurt me.
You're not worthy of my forgiveness.
A pledgeI,____________, in all my douchebaggery, swear to be an asshole everyday. I will be a total dick to anyone. I will indirectly destroy someone's day. I will make a miserable person more miserable. I will be a jackass to children, a super dick to anyone who comes into my path, and will be a manipulator when it pleases me. I'll will push people to the edge and kick them into a tank of sharks. I'll only be nice when it suits me and my respect shall be earned.A pledge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the name of Dick Masterson, and all the other major assholes,
Go fuck yourself.
The moment time stood stillThe moment time stood still, was the moment she was surrounded by the smell of flowers. She smelled lilac, freesia's and roses. She could smell the grass; still a bit wet from the rain. She could also smell his scent, lingering around her.The moment time stood still4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment time stood still, was the moment she could hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. Each had a different melody; a different composition of sounds which seemed to fit perfectly. And, in harmony with the songs and the whispers of the grass, she could hear him breathing softly next to her.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she felt the soft grass beneath her. The sunlight touching her skin; treasuring it, touching it lightly. She could feel his arms around her. Keeping her safe. Making her feel loved. And love was what she felt that moment.
The moment time stood still, was the moment she still tasted the taste of his kiss. His loving kiss. The kiss she never wanted to end. She could taste the fresh taste of the air around
Dream Boy.I love you becauseDream Boy.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my heart would tell you everything my lips never could,
since my lips were too afraid of being broken
and being too caught up in your smile.
My heart would always be my worst enemy.
I love you because
you always called me baby
and held me close whenever I felt broken,
because you always sang me a broken song
that filled new air in my lungs.
I love you because
you're the only one that can take my numb heart
and turn it into something beautiful,
because we all know just how beautiful you are.
Green Apples and Human BloodGreen Apples and Human Blood3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He could see them sitting near the candy stream eating the fruit of candied green apples as they laughed at one of Gumball's corny jokes. He could feel his jealousy rising as Gumball scooted closer towards the blond girl of his interest. She scooted away and liked the skin of the apple in her hand. Gumball understood this as her way of saying he's weird, just as he did when Fiona tried to get closer to him. Fiona then stood up and said that she should probably get back to the Grasslands, it was her first night without Cake and she had to figure out how to operate the stove.
"I'll see you tomorrow Gummy, gotta go make my own dinner."
"No prob Fiona, just don't burn down the tree house in the process." He said as she waved goodbye. Marshall wasted so bad to just sneak up behind her and trick her into a kiss, but they didn't have that type of relationship so he followed her from the shadows provided from the trees.
Fiona could feel something following her and it was strange since every ti
frightfright3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try if you might
I will not put up a fight
Even if it will fill yu with delight
It will fill me with fright
Right in to the night
TimelessTimeless3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Soft angel kisses from
The dark haired seraph of
Love and sweet divinity.
Nice, warm caresses from the
Beautiful, kind lover with the
Long, brown hair and
Intense brown eyes,
Dark like almond nut,
Hard like the crisp shell,
Yet they melt into passion like
Sweet, ginger chocolate
Over the deliciously roasting
Rough, sweltering kisses where
Our tongues dance like the Spanish women
In their colorful blossom skirts that
Twirl like tropical flowers under the
Bright, glowing sun,
So warm like the lusty
Touch of another that
Comes from the icy rain in
Tall and lean like the
Firm oak tree with his
Intelligent features and
Aging branches that retain
Forever immortal to the
Sands of time.
A lovely voice
Like the deep tenor song
Of the church bells
That sing in the distant horizon,
Crying out to the world
Of his love, his
Beauty he has behold, the
Stories he has heard, the
People he has me
Your School Might Be Ghetto IfYOUR SCHOOL MIGHT BE GHETTO IF;Your School Might Be Ghetto If5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Every single guy there follows the new wear-your-pants-around-your-knees trend.
The number of white kids that attend isn't a three-digit number.
Someone can shout "'EY WHITE GIRL/BOY!" and everyone knows who they're talking to.
The students say things like "Fo' shizzle, ma homie", and the teachers actually understand them.
There are break-dancing contests at pep rallies.
The student parking lot is full of flashy sports cars.
The students use slang words you don't understand.
There are "gangstas" at your school.
Bling is a common sight in the hallways.
The students can't say anything without throwing in at least three curse words.
Spanish is the most/second-most used language at your school.
All the members of the football team are black.
All the cheerleaders are black/hispanic.
You are the only white person in at least one of your classes.
Fights are common.
There were more than fifteen kids wearing Obama shirts on the day after the election.
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
Through the Looking Glass 1Through the Looking Glass 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A boat beneath the sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening in July-
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear-
Long has paled the sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantom wise,
Alice moving under skies,
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die.
Ever drifting down the stream-
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?
However, tales are everlasting
Traveling on, in lights, are basting
From their glow, shadows casting-
Newer tales from inspired mind,
Told from lips oh! so kind.
Modernized and newly lined.
Sitting, numbly, in the lessons,
Thoughts churning fresh progressions,
Hiding out on past aggressions-
A portal to an old dreamland
The inspirational story often stand;
Letting freedom go uncanned.
.:Screw YouScrew caring.:Screw You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screw me for thinking that you were the one
Screw you for using me until you were done
Screw ever believing
Although there is many things you did that I wish I could undo
The biggest of all is the person you turned me into.
Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.Everlasting Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries so his wife can choose.
She winces in pain as she adjusts her position in her new mobile seat.
I am the only till queue they ever come to.
The elderly man as usual engages into his derogatory banter with me.
His wife giving him her ritual glance as she hands over the change.
Smiling with her youthful eyes guarded by a lifetime of creases and indents.
My Hate ListHere's my hate list!!My Hate List3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Wait a minute, no one gives a shit...
In defense of BroniesOn October 10th 2010, the first episode of the 4th incarnation of the My Little Pony franchise aired. This began the cartoon known as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Normally this would have gone unnoticed by most people except for young girls. However the show caught the attention of others on 4chan. These people, many of them adult males found that after watching it, they actually enjoyed the show. This in turn started a subculture known as bronies who are basically men, usually young adults who enjoy My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.In defense of Bronies3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Now those of you who are not fans of the show may be wondering "How can a grown man like My Little Pony?". That's what I thought when I first heard about Friendship is Magic and it's male fan base. At first I mocked the show and it's subculture since the thought of grown men liking My Little Pony just sounded stupid. It didn't help that I'd mostly lost faith in modern cartoons and preferred stuff like Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry. But eventuall
Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?Objective Proof of God3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I can only imagine some of the things you would be thinking, but they would all stem from one rationalization: that what was happening defied logic.
To make sure we are on the same page, let me give you some quick facts about the Bible: The Bible was written over a span of about 1500 years (from 1445 BC to 95 AD) in 3 continents, in 3 languages, by 40 authors, and has 66 books. It's mostly a collection of letters written to churches. We can verify the dates of the books of the Bible through the efforts of historians, linguists, and archeologists.
" . . . a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. . . They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing." Psalm 22: 17-18
What event is this verse referring to? If you have a basic knowledge of Christianity, then you know this is talking about Jesus' crucifixion. If you
ButterfliesButterflies3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I sit here alone in the rain
Pondering if we're the same
But then the clouds part and out fly
One million beautiful butterflies
I dangle my feet in the water under the dock
Laughing as the fish nip my toes
And the butterflies flutter
round my head
singing their own little song
if you can't see me smile
you don't know to listen
for the sounds that will lead you to me
but they're only heard by whoever is listening
the butterfly lullaby has begun
they land on my head
flutter on my nose
flapping their graceful wings
if only someone else was here to see
the million butterflies here with me
The beautiful butterflies flutter and fly
and I can't help but hear my name
i look as they form a shape in the air
the same as the one in your chains
and those little butterflies
not a fear in sight
continue the lullaby
into the night
as the hours pass
I grow weary and tired
and I rest my head on the dock
but the butterflies keep on singing
dawns first crack of light
drives the small insects away
as the r
Six Word StoryEvery human wants power without accountability.Six Word Story3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Deadliest Kind of LoveThe Deadliest Kind of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I can't help being in love with you. I can't, and I won't be ashamed of it," he replied staring deep into my eyes with his hands braced on either side of my face.
"It's not right, Kael," I replied, turning away from him.
His hands fell to his sides meekly, and hung there as he tried to find words. Eventually he did find them, "Please, don't leave me," he pleaded. "Luka, please."
I turned around to face the demon standing in front of me, growing angrier by the second and said, "And do what, Kael? Forsake my rights as an angel? Disobey God as a man? I cannot! I simply cannot!" I feel to my knees with the emotion of my speech.
Kael dropped to his knees in front of me and his hands resumed their previous hold on my face, forcing me to look at him. "We could run away," he said simply.
"I cannot," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, you can," he said, "You just don't want to do you?"
I met his cool black eyes with my light gold ones; they were full of fear and sadness. "