The Star Dragons First KissAt night I flew back home to earth missing my home as I stared down at normal people instead of them being creatures from another world like dragons, ghouls, and other creatures I have witnessed. I am staring at the home of the human world my real home.
"Ah...it's good to be home again!" I said as I viewed a city I have never seen before. "Hmm wonder where I am at?" I flew back down and landed in some empty ally and turned back as a human so no one would go crazy seeing a dragon that would get anyone all riled up. As I walked around I found an old newspaper blown from the wind as I picked it up and read to see where I am and as I read it said San Diego.
"Oh wow I am in San Diego California!" I was excited as I looked around the city and mountainous area. "Wow I sure wish to live here this place feels very nice." I smiled.
As I walked down I saw a girl running scared and being chased by three men and those men didn't look friendly. "Can I ever get a break...for once?" I rolled my eyes a
I'll Wait For You (Masky x Hoodie) Ch. 11Masky and Hoodie stood over the body of the unconscious Jay.I'll Wait For You (Masky x Hoodie) Ch. 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well," Hoodie looked at Masky. "He's your friend. What do we do with him?"
"I don't know. We can't kill him."
"Why?" Hoodie asked, confused."
"I don't really know. I just feel like we shouldn't." Masky crouched down and shook Jay a bit. Hoodie gave a small smile. Masky was in control, but Tim had that slight influence over him. Masky lifted Jay over his shoulder. "Come on. Let's find a place to drop him off."
"Alright." The two walked through the forest. Hoodie laughed at Jay, who looked like a ragdoll over Masky's shoulder. They walked for a good mile before finding a small building.
"Here." Masky walked into the building and placed Jay down.
"What?" Masky looked out.
"Look what I found!" Hoodie lifted up Masky's mask. Masky smiled and ran over.
"Thanks!" Masky slipped his mask on. "That's much better." The two stared at Jay again. Hoodie growled.
"I hate him so much."
"I know you do." Masky placed a ha
Men Who Hate WomenThey wear their bones upon their sleevesMen Who Hate Women4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And each one crackles with a touch and
Spreads her soft insides upon the table like
A butcher spreading jam (unsuited to the task,
Yet artful still), and sheds a perfumed powder
Of discarded exoskeleton.
They are beautiful this way, each painted specimen,
And I retain their wings upon my wall for days:
Opera cloaks, fur coats, and old refurbished jackets
Purchased from the Emmaus down the street.
Sometimes I say to them, I am Bluebeard and
This chamber is the moonI have pinned you
Through the thorax to its paper claws.
Yet still they writhe, forgetting that the moon is sterile;
That the bats catch moths in silence on the lunar steppes.
DemeterHeart beating, words softly spokenDemeter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shiver and drop to the ground
As my whispers resound
Echoing over a clichéd fortress of solitude,
Of my own interlude
Mirrors and glaciers, to shade me from your warmth
Your forsaken light, your waytoomuch
Of degrees and brightness I'm unaccustomed to
Of elegance and coldness I'm grown fond of, for you
And Your opposite, your pre-requisite
Of new life where my own dies
Of locked doors where my own surroundings lie
Not at all. Simply lacking the colour-tainted
Honesty, That yours so sorely lacks
For give me an overcast silence and I'll show you where my true personality stands
For I govern over your loudness by
H u s h .
Did you catch that sound?
That echoing fall as your own hit the ground.
I am cold, I am indifference, I am all you hold against your very own fate
I am the one who you'll no longer see as you go against me to stand your day.
Oh hush, l
So many years.So many years, so many memories. It's as though you've never left, writing about me all this time. I just thought I'd stop and say hi, considering you write so often.So many years.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It started several years ago, one day, me having been invited to sit with some guys[we geeks always find each other] and you walked up and kissed me on the cheek. It was odd, surprising, and left me blushing. We hit it off, maybe just because I'm the new guy. A little ways down the line, and your friend asks me to the dance on your behalf. I say yeah. We go, have fun, and go back to my mother and her husband's place[I was 17, big deal]. Time marches on, and I get kicked out of my mother's place shortly after turning 18. Oh well, huh? I stay elsewhere for the remainder of the school year, you and I still meeting up and hanging out whenever we could. Two little lovebirds we were.
Things get nasty at your home, your mother threatening to kill you and I [maybe crazy really does run in the family], and you wind up moving in wi
Who Am I?Who Am I?Who Am I?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am the girl wanting to fit in,
Who doesn't want to be bullied everyday she goes to school.
The girl others call weird for no reason,
The girl people speak to as if she is retarded.
I am the girl with few friends,
Because I have been betrayed by others,
So therefore doesn't want to risk being betrayed and hurt again.
They called me names I now ignore,
But still try to steal my things to get a reaction from me,
I can't take it so I go to the one place I know I'm safe from them.
When school ends they follow me back,
Making me paranoid.
I know I cannot run,
So I stop in place until they walk in front of me.
I am the girl who likes strange things,
The things being the only thing to get me through the day.
Yet these things most people don't know.
When I get home and am asked how school was,
I shrug and just say ok.
I go to the computer for hours writing to get away from life.
When I finally get off and go to bed,
The voices in my head never stop,
Telling me how worthless and usel
If I Only Had a Brain ParodyIf I Only Had a Brain Parody5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If I only had a brain
(art thief parody)
I could post a deviation,
That's purely my creation
and comment just the same
all the artists would respect me
no white-knight would need protect me
if I only had a brain
I could take critques with pleasure
regard them as a treasure
and not be wracked with pain
forgot would be my name
from the troll-ee hall of fame
if I only had a brain
Oh I! wanna cry!
whenever someone tells me I am wrong
Just smile like a fool and play along
I'll have em blocked! (before too long!)
Oh I wouldn't bear the grief
of knowing I'm a thief
with my heart all full of shame
I could post a deviation
without all this aggravation
if i only had a brain
Meyer's Writing SucksFor reasons beyond me, there are some people who think that the Twilight series are well written books. I don't think that there's anything wrong with enjoying badly written books, just as long as you realise that they are badly written books. Fans are using the excuse that it was her first book, and it was written just for fun or for herself. Yes, most books are, but is that an excuse to publish a book written entirely in purple prose with repetition, poor grammar, and thesaurus abuse? These books have clearly had little to no editing. Theyre like a very early first draft that I know Id be ashamed to let anyone see. Look at the way that Meyer writes. It's BORING. Meyer uses simple, boring statements. Read the first few sentences of the first chapter:Meyer's Writing Sucks6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt--sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as