The Americans just got PorkedThe Americans just got Porked2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I talked about in a previous journal entry how obama's bankster thugs make money off your food stamps. The leftists made excuses as usual.
There is this "tax the rich" campaign going on in America. It is everywhere, Americans are being manipulated into believing taxing the rich will fix all our debt...It wont. If you taxed all 425 billionaires in America at 100%, all that money would be gone within a year, and it would not have fixed a thing. America would then be left without it's billionaires to invest in new endeavors, and dissolving any further stimulation to the already dilapadating economy. Almost all billionaires are probably horrible people, but the politicians allow the rich to destroy our economy. The politicians give the billionaires the keys.
Talk show host Thom Hartmann recently said on his program, he wants billionaires to be taxed at 100%. He also wants an income cap to be set up, so billionaires in America can not exist. Yes, he wants to rid of all Billionaire in A
Happy Birthday, MichelleThirteen years since youve been placedHappy Birthday, Michelle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this earth to meet your fate
Bribed with cookiessent with love
Join the dark side. Its what you dreamed of.
Come with me and lets explore
All the things you havent seen before.
On your birthday, you can fly
Drift away and touch the sky.
On a cloud, you can eat your pie
Look back on the past with a sigh.
Growing older, but still always young at heart
Journey forward and make a start.
Thirteen years have gone and pass
Teenage times are here to last
At least for a few years, that is
But it will go by in a whiz.
So Happy Birthday I give to you
May all your birthday wishes come true!
For you a cheerful person and good friend
Dont make me have to repeat this poem again!
Now remember not to trip off the stage
Maybe I should put you in a cage.
That way you can never get hurt again
Will this poem ever end?
I keep thinking of new things to add
I hope this doesnt make you mad
My Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop DistanceSigns of What's NextMy Little Pony FiM Season 5: Dream Drop Distance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One morning in Canterlot, Princess Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia are seen in mid-conversation.
"Twilight dear, how do you and your friends feel about life in Equestria now?"
"Well, it’s so exciting! But I believe that's not the reason you've asked me here, right?"
"Princess, what… what happened?"
"The key question is: What does Queen Chrysalis intend to do next?"
"Queen Chrysalis? She's the one who posed as Princess Cadence and admitted to feeding off Shining Armor's magic to take over Canterlot. Didn't Princess Cadence and Shining Armor defeated her?"
"Correct, Queen Chrysalis's takeover failed. However, Shining Armor and Cadence just use their magic to perform a magic shield that only expelled the Queen and her minions from Canterlot."
"Queen Chrysalis is still alive, and she will be poised to acquire more power that we can't even begin to imagine. I’m afraid that not even Princ
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
AngerVicious anger,Anger9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
Nexus - SesshoumaruKagomeNexus - SesshoumaruKagome10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Nexus -
From the lip of the well, its wood now smooth and slippery with ice, Kagome watches.
Snow is pretty. It is even prettier at night, when the frosty glitter of stars plays off a myriad tiny crystals and everything is covered in untouched, glimmering white. No contrasts, save for the clear line of the horizon where white meets the inky black of the night sky. No grey, just the sharp transition from light to dark, leaving no room for hidden meanings or blurry half-truths. No shadows apart from the black outlines of trees with bare branches, almost spidery in their nakedness but not quite.
Kagome tears her thoughts away from spiders, seeking the numb serenity of a few moments before. She could almost touch it, her personal nirvana, but again it has slipped from her grasp, replaced by thoughts of blood and love and spiderwebs in the dark.
White. His colour. The colour of purity and death.
Or maybe purity in death - in this world where demons r
SonnetLike twisting wires our fingers now entwineSonnet8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our speech so soft the wind can't overhear
His whispers somehow more sincere than mine
I realize I don't want to be this near
He says that he adores my every trait
Is sure he sees no other god than me
My fondness for him simply can't equate
A shallow pool against his endless sea
I love him, wish him only happiness
As sister might to brother or to friend
His feelings suffocate me, I confess
Too guilty now to bring about the end
The fault we two companions can't ignore
In love, and yet one loves the other more.
Merbirth Pt 2"It all started two weeks before Pelagius was due to have Jordan," Tallulah began, settling across from her friend at the kitchen table. "The guys had heard about this great new rock pool system and wanted to check it out. We figured it would be alright if Pelagius went too, considering how overdue Kendra was. As it turns out, it wasn't the best decision we've ever made." As the merchildren played quietly around them and the mermen continued to holler and hoot from the living cave, Tallulah launched into the story of Jordan's birth exactly how it had been told to her.Merbirth Pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(* * *)
It had been a warm afternoon leading up to a full moon and the Crew the group of mermen Pelagius had been friends with practically since birth had decided to go rock hopping. They had heard of a cove some two hours north of the one they usually ventured to, which was already almost an hour from the underwater cave system in which they made their dwellings, that was supposed to have the best hopping r
Two perfect strangersTwo perfect strangers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two perfect strangers ,a girl and a boy,
Met by coincidence,
On a cold summer's night.
Their eyes did not meet,
As the boy's were closed,
Under the moon's vague light.
He cried in grief,
But his blindness kept him
From seeing the one that could help.
The wind set them apart,
And without saying goodbye,
They grew far away ,step by step.
That night the girl has seen
Hell's tree of knowledge,
As the guy haunted her dreams,
Giving her false hope and courage.
Waking up to reality, she met him once again.
It was a hot summer's morning,
His breaths were short and his heartbeats weak,
As he turned to walk away.
She held onto him, didn't want him to leave
But let go as his hands were freezing.
His eyes were still closed as a fog grew between them,
Preventing the girl from saying the words,
that's the price she will pay.
"You will not say goodbye,nor meet him again"
Said the fog, as it vanished,
Turning into tears that fell down on the grave
In her heart that her soul has banished.
Two perfect s
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Match GirlLight your match, little angel,Little Match Girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to escape the bitter cold.
Allow yourself heat and illusion.
Light your match, little darling,
ignore the hunger pains.
Hurry and eat the food before the image fades.
Light your match, young one,
see your family, hold them in
your arms and pretend youre not alone.
Light your match, poor child,
and go to sleep. When you dont wake,
carry yourself away from the hunger and the cold.
The pain is gone.
Capitulo 12. SamanthaEn los límites de la ciudad, donde dejaban de aparecer casas y comercios, se encontraba el seminario, una parcela lo suficientemente grande para contener una pequeña iglesia y un edificio con varios cuartos, que fungían como salón de clases, enfermería, un sencillo taller de carpintería; el espacio más grande fue destinado para los comedores y la cocina. Encima quedaba un cuarto más, dividido en dos: el sitio más grande ocupaba las literas de los seminaristas, el otro para una pareja de ancianos encargados de la cocina y la enfermería. Los cuartos del primer piso, situados uno tras otro, eran conectados por un único pasillo, adornado con algunas macetas y con divisiones de cristal, resultado de una donación anónima hecha dos años atrás, para evitar que, durante una tormenta, el agua llegara a entrar al pasillo.Capitulo 12. Samantha1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
La capilla era algo sencillo. Todas las bancas eran hechas por los semin
He touches his heartHe touches his heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He touches his heart
He touches his heart
With the tip of his hand
Feeling the pain of loneness
Something he could barely stand
Looking towards the setting sun
Feeling of dread coming over him
Soon he would have to do it again
Crawling into bed cold and empty
Slipping his hand through his hair
Wishing oh god wishing someone was there
Slumbering long hours never wishing to awaken
Knowing all of his life there was no one waiting
Stirring in his soul telling he had to grow old
Wondering where was she?
Pouring a cup of hot joe
As he stubs his bare toe
On life's broken dreams
Wanting to run out
Wanting to scream and shout
"God where is she?"
Walking in a dream he sees something blue
Soon he feels something shifting
As the wind started drifting
"Hello good day" She smiles his way
Time talking turning from days to weeks to months
Yet they still speak he grows weak
She giggles and whispers and trips over air
He laughs as he tells her its ok he still cares
Slowly moving towards one goal
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
I went to a funeral todayI was at a funeral today. I was there as a friend of the family. I didn't personally know the deceased well, I've met him, but didn't know him. When his son came up and read the eulogy, I began to think. What he wrote was very cheesy, think basic funeral writing; focused very heavily on his honesty, humility, and good memories. There were a few funny things here and there, but what I was really interested in was the way he read it. He read it like a highschooler reading any old speech, aside from the crying, of course. What I realized though is it's not the speech that matters really at all, it's when he begins to stutter, and he can barely read because his mouth is too busy blubbering, that you can really see how he feels.I went to a funeral today3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I started to think about the things I would write if my brother or father passed. Something similarly between the two that I would write would be that we are all very much alike, as little as we'd each like to admit that. Especially my brother.
My dad is quirky, he'
A mostly quiet birthHer nurses' uniform had grown tight over the last nine months, but somehow she'd managed to squeeze her girth into the white dress. She stood at the emergency room counter, watching as a woman about her size was wheeled in, hissing and panting. It was obvious the woman was in labour, her partner panicking beyond belief as he followed along beside her.A mostly quiet birth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My wife's about to give birth!" he practically screamed at the nurse, causing her to flinch and touch her ears subtly. Lately, loud noises had been incredibly piercing. She felt a flutter in her belly and rubbed the round mass, easing her own unborn child. Clearly the baby didn't like the noise either.
Calmly, she handed the man a clipboard and told him to fill in the forms attached, then went back to her pacing. Her back was aching, but she couldn't stand to sit down. Even standing still was unbearable. So she paced behind the counter, idly putting away pieces of paper and files as she saw them.
Another cramp seized her mid section, but
100 things I love about you100 things I love about you5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. I love the way you make me smile
2. I love how adorable you are
3. I love how beautiful you are
4. I love the color of your eyes
5. I love how I can get memorized into your eyes
6. I love the way you smile
7. I love the way you laugh
8. I love how we spend dates in mcdonalds
9. I love how we both love anime
10. I love how you let me be romantic with you
11. I love it when we watch anime together
12. I love how you dress up as a cat
13. I love how excited I get when I see you
14. I love how I can tell you everything
15. I love how you can make my heart beat
16. I love how I'm okay with crying in front of you
17. I love to rest on your shoulder
18. I love that you are more plumb that me
19. I love how we always end up being a couple
20. I love the way that you are clumsy
21. I love how sweet you are
22. I love it when we hold hands
23. I love my excitement to kiss your lips
24. I love you when you are tired
25. I love you when you are loud
26. I love it when we cosplay together
Daughter Of EvilOhohoho~ So, Shall we start?Daughter Of Evil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Once upon a time in another place, an evil kingdom who no person dared to face. And the ruler was a girl so mean, a tiny little princess of only age 14!"
Ha. I laughed to myself. I wasn't deaf to the noble's whispers. And it wasn't only them. I heard servants, commoners even prisoners in the dungeon! I hear them talking about my 'evil' reign. Not like I cared much on what they thought.
I smiled to myself. I stormed down the hall ignoring the servant's beckons and calls. My doors are opened. I didn't bother saying "Thank you" to those who opened the doors for me. Why should I? They should say it to me! For being around me! Haha. I couldn't help but giggle. So many furniture littered my adobe.
I settle down at my Vanity. Instantly a presence phased in behind me. I smiled at the reflection.
"Len! Your back from the Kamui residence?" I asked. Behind me Len smiled. He was the only person I sorta cared for. My twin brother. My loyal servant who's kindness surely
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedAll Ends2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
When I KnewDo you know when I first knew that I was in love with you? That first moment when I just knew that you were the only person I ever wanted? It was the first Saturday of the month and we were going to a restaurant for our nine-month. The sky was clear and blue and out of nowhere it started to rain.When I Knew9 years ago in General More Like This
We laughed so hard. It was of coarse our luck. You threw out your arms and started spinning with a look of pure joy on your face. The rain had matted down your hair and made your shirt cling to your body. Your eyes were so blue and full of excitement.
I could feel my heart swelling as I watched you twirl, your hair flying around you in a wet stringy mess. You stopped and stared at me. Your face still alive and full of the emotion brought on by the rain and your breathing was labored.
It was such a moment of clarity for me. It seemed like it made so much sense. Of coarse I love you. How else should I feel? I walked over to where you were standing and wrapped my arms around you and kissed you. I
OzLet's walk along the yellow brick roadOz8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a world full of gnome kings, dreams,
and lost ruby slippers.
I'm as brave as the lion,
as smart as the scarecrow,
as loving as the tin man,
as white as the Wicked Witch.
But all those things you know about me...
and you walk with me still
along the yellow brick road,
in my ruby slippers,
to the Emerald City.
Please realize, though, I don't need you.
I'm not nearly as helpless as Dorothy.
You are the Munchkins, the Ozians,
all unnecessary accessories.
You are the wizard; useless.
I won't fall for your words,
promises and false lines.
I won't fall for it.
Because, after all, it is Oz
and we all wake up sometime.
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andWriters are all crazy, you know.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on