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
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.
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
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.
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.
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 still3 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
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust2 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
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.
Green Apples and Human BloodGreen Apples and Human Blood2 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
America is whiteAmerica is white.America is white3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Not orange. Not purple. White.
White as freshly fallen snow.
White as pure sugar.
Undeniably, wholly, white.
Sounds racist, no?
I don't blame you.
Right now, you probably want to kick down my front door, march into my house, and
explicitly tell me how diverse America is, the contributions of minorities to
American culture, etc. And you'd probably beat the stuffing out of me as you did.
Believe it or not, what I'm saying isn't racist at all.
You see, white isn't a color; it's every color.
Peach, black, brown, tan, yellow, red, blue, green.
All these colors and more, blended together.
That's what white is
That's what America is.
Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?Objective Proof of God2 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
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn't have come for me
And because of you- my outlook had improved
And tears of joy could only drip helplessly
Chemotherapy Dear boys who laughed at my bald grandmother at Wal-Mart,Chemotherapy3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't think it's funny. My grandmother was bald because she was taking chemotherapy treatments. Yes, she is an old woman. Yes, she is fragile and sensitive, even more so because the chemo makes her feel weak and sick. However, she is still stronger than you two are. No, she couldn't beat you at arm wrestling or throw you to the ground or even protect herself if anyone tried to hurt her. She is strong, because she beat cancer TWICE. So go ahead, laugh at her and make fun of her because she doesn't have any hair, but I think my grandmother is beautiful, just the way she is. She must have felt horrible, being bald and feeling like crap. But she woke up, every morning, no matter how much she must have wanted to have just closed her eyes forever, because she knew that we would be totally lost without her. I love you, Mammaw!
Dengeki Daisy: EpilogueDengeki Daisy: Epilogue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at myself in the mirror. A beautiful white dress with a pastel blue ribbon tied around the waist complimented my figure. Yanking at pieces of dark brunette hair, I pulled it into a messy bun. I frowned, surveying myself. Is a messy bun too casual? Maybe I should put my hair into my middle school style.
"Teru-chan?" One of the bridesmaids asked me. She looked way prettier than me in her dress and long blonde hair flowing down her back. "Are you ready?"
"I'll be in a moment." I replied. Nodding, she walked away leaving me in the dressing room alone.
Moments later, my phone buzzed letting me know I had received a text. "You look beautiful, Teru" it said.
The door creaked and footsteps entered the room. Slowly, I looked up from my phone to meet a pair of hazel eyes. "Its been a while since I've gotten a text from DAISY."
A light shade of pink began to rush to his cheeks, "Well...."
I took his arm and began to walk from the room and into the sanctuary. "Let's go and you
WarmthWarmthWarmth2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Even in the snow
you bring summer to my heart,
the warmth of your smile.
ObservationObservation2 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.
Father: A war of Lies and LoveFather: A war of Lies and Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Clouds and trees sway
the grass plays a lullaby
water rushes over land
but the desert remains dry.
Father looked across his field
his eyes looked alive,
his heart overflowing with love
as he hugged the great blue sky.
Again and again I look at him
and I can't understand why
Father experienced a terrible loss
A tragedy to make him cry.
You see, Father had a son
the years flew by and by
a proud young man he had become
a hero to the public eye.
But Father and Son lived together
in a city that went awry
the people took their weapons in hand
Father's son had died.
He loved his son dearly
that day I heard him sigh
but for the people who had killed his son
Father's love he could not deny.
Why did Father love them?
Anger was not his reply
Even when the people of the town
began to turn a blind eye.
The people were ashamed
they told themself all a lie
the people even looked away
when Father passed them by.
For as long as Father exists
those people continued to lie
He could stand right in front o
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
Latin AngelLatin Angel3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The knight had slain the princess
and left her for dead.
Recalling his final words
Love turned to the emotion she dreads
With No hope left,
And anger rising over her peace,
she lies in her darkest spot
And hopes for her pain to be ceased
The tears in her eyes
Have shriveled up and died.
She's learned to accept the fact
That the knight she trusted, lied.
But just in the nick of time
Came an angel, who was the only one
Who knew what had to be done
In order to revive the princesses heart.
Such a beautiful, Latin angel
With eyes so divine
And lips so fine
In all irony, I can't make you mine
In fear of rejection,
Afraid to trust
She knows there's more to life
Than misery and lust
The princess is afraid
To lend this angel her heart.
She fears she'll be like the knight
And tear it apart.
But even so, she still can't help
But to secretly love the Latin angel
With her broken heart and shattered dreams
But the princess will have to wait, so it seems
She'll have to be patient.
Is it real?Look at meIs it real?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at my eyes
Look at the ocean
Look at the skies
What do you see
What do you feel
Does it look right
Does it look real
You look and you touch
But you don't see or feel
I wonder if it's real
An Essay on Republican Capitalist PhilosophyAn Essay on Republican Capitalist Philosophy2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I wrote this essay because Herman Cain's 9-9-9 plan is the most ill-conceived and potentially counterproductive economical plan I have heard in recent history. Not only that, it seems to embody everything that is wrong with the republican way of thinking. I'm going to explain my objections to this plan, and also touch on the broader issues of republican capitalist ideals.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Cain's 9-9-9 plan is to limit income tax 9%, but introducing a 9% business transactions tax and a 9% federal sales tax. There's one crucial problem I immediately noticed, and to make it easier to see, I'll illustrate it with extreme examples from opposite ends of the spectrum.
Consider a poor person who barely makes enough to get by. He has to spend nearly 100% of his income because of his living expenses alone. Now consider a very wealthy person making $10,000,000 per year. He could be very frivolous and still
La intensidad del conflictoManejaba a media marcha porque Marta, en el asiento de pasajero se practicaba lo que a mí parecer era una cirugía ocular riesgosa, valiéndose apenas de un espejo polvera y un lápiz con punta mellada. Y porque además, yo no quería llegar tan pronto a nuestro destino.La intensidad del conflicto2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Íbamos camino a la inauguración de una especie de galería de arte (discurso, brindis y subasta incluidos) lo que equivalía a varias horas del más selecto aburrimiento. Motivo suficiente para querer retrasar el viaje.
Si no hubiese sido por el detalle del lápiz moviéndose tan cerca de aquella córnea, yo mismo habría volcado el carro.
Las excusas me faltaron aquel día. Parecía que todo el universo conspiraba para hacerme asistir al evento ese.
Hasta la tele se había jodido (y yo creía que ya habían tocado fondo). Transmitían sin parar las imágenes de un montón de gente corriendo como loca, así sin más,