Pedobear .._,,-~'''¯¯¯''~-,,Pedobear3 years ago in Letters More Like This
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Ray's squirrel XDRay's squirrel XD4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gee: hey Frankie, ever notice how Ray's fro looks like a squirrel?
Frankie: hhahahaha yeah.. whata bout you Mikes... does Ray's fro look like a squirrel?
Mikey: hahahahaha it soooo does :3
*Bob and Ray slowly walk up*
Bob: hey guys watcha talkin about?
Frankie: oh nothing...
Gee: just about how Rays hair looks like a squirrel
Bob: hahahahaha it does xD
Ray: hey! respect the fro! it doesnt look like a squirrel!!
Mikey: sorry to brake it to you man, but yeah, it looks like a fucking squirrel
Ray: My head is not a squirrel damnit!
Gee: your right Ray. Its an undead squirrel!!!
Frankie:hahahhahahahahaha dude classic!
Bob: *distracred by a butterfly* lalalalala dodeedodo
Mikey: uhm earth to Bob?
Ray: my head is not a squirrel damnit! ITS.NOT.A.SQUIRREL.
Frankie: hey Ray can i name your squirrel?
Gee: yeah, lets name it John.
Mikey: No! Stephen!
Frankie: hey it was my idea! we will name him Carlos.
Ray: its not a squirrel! the fro has no name!
Frankie: are you just
To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:To Pee, or not to Pee?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...
To Be or Not To Be - AntonioxReaderI picked my way over the uneven ground, the sun high in the sky, casting shadows across the river beside me. The wind blew around me, causing my flower-printed dress to dance around. Next to me, Antonio gingerly grabbed flowers out of my basket, one after the other, twirling them between his fingers, then letting them go. He stared after them sadly as they left, but soon after went on to another one.To Be or Not To Be - AntonioxReader10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What is your favourite flower, chica?”
“Hm?” I wasn't exactly paying attention; I was to caught up watching the waves kiss the shoreline.
Antonio's gentle hands grabbed mine, and ever so carefully placed a lilac between them, as he repeated his question, “What is your favourite flower, belleza?”
“Oh, um...” I thought for a second, carefully examining the flower. 1,2,3,4... 4 petals, all lightly fluttering in the wind. I brought it up to my face and giggled as it tickled my cheek. “I would have to say tulips.
touching myself in public restroomswe live in a world of excuses.touching myself in public restrooms1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the priest at my grandmother’s funeral
was pardoned for his lack of empathy
and a homily of broken crescendos.
i sat in the back pew making innuendos and
i’ve spent every day since making love
to angry poetry before my body was ready,
touching myself in public restrooms,
and plagiarizing the wisdom of my father’s silence.
i’m too tired to grow up, i said
while looking straight into the eyes
of the cancer she was given for free.
the brittle timepiece of her mobility
counted off steps and hours that ticked away.
it could not have been more than
a month ago that i wandered out the chapel
and my black-clad waist became sooted in stardust.
i sunk, wailing, into the bleeding concrete
and refused to be not young.
i cannot walk, i said
feeling my knees char into the ground
which i pushed into with accidental grace.
it could not have been more than
shame that curtsied into my dream
as she insisted on standing
despite the tumor duplicating i
ode to you, if you ever goall i want to do in math classode to you, if you ever go1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
is write poems about my dog
and how we buried her in the yard
that one winter
when you weren't there to see
and there was blood on my hands
but i was still clean, when the rattling
of her bus-crushed bones in a wheelbarrow
became the thud of her frozen name falling out of my mouth
and the next day the teacher asked me
why my homework wasn't done,
and i told her it was,
i told her that i learned more applicable skills
burying my dog's disfigured corpse;
carrying the weight of snapped bones knowing
soul had fled corpse
than i did in her fucking classroom;
i was taught more about what this life will bring
from the bus driver who cracked open my dog's body
and kept driving.
i was still clean, then,
i knew coping with death
wasn't something that could be taught.
and i know now that my emotional stability
is like a shitty song by the front bottoms.
it doesn't exist.
but if you were still here
i'd try to stay clean.
i know you are gone now,
mersennei.mersenne3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will glide
romanced past the wrist
with not a star's light
lacking, til the arcsins
twist into new helices
and lark cries.
her forearm goes dark;
it's my vow to realign
lithely. fresh bliss
in cold skin kissed warm
slowly. it feels like
flirt cluster of starsick arsenic
ushers into veins new larceny.
carcinogenic parsing of pulses
and parthenic artistry.
lover, you are arches
forward and back
her form never shows slack,
unlike the jaws of the awestruck
actively tracking night skies
in the small of her back.
they design new constellations
they'll never taste.
look, light like rapture
grows fresh in my bosom.
twenty-two steps from world's end
and still expanding.
gravity, my lover, take note
of my stance.
is our last dance.
looks like rain, love
dripping down the fingertips
cutting off the circulation
and error guided vagrants.
my forearm grows numb
in the twist
of the void.
.Hand.in.Hand.chapter2.Hand.in.Hand.chapter23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hand in Hand
My eyes darted around the room. It was dark and cold. I could smell blood somewhere. I don't know where. Or maybe it was venom. I couldn't tell. Was it my venom? No. I don't think so. I tried to feel for a wound, but my arms and legs were strapped to some sort of metal table. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I know where I am. My mind reeled for some escape route. Anything. Every cell in my body didn't want to be here.
I was on Refitel Aist's ship. I tried to rip my arms out from the harnesses, but it only caused pain. My shoulders were coming out of their sockets. I closed my eyes for a secondbut when I reopened them, I was in another room.
The walls were a cool, smoky gray; a skylight above my head showed the night sky, and a dark, single quit was across most of my body. I let out a sigh and fell back onto my pillow. I was back in my room.
It was just a nightmare. It was just a stupid nightmare. I
arise thereforethis silence is the hardest thing to holdarise therefore1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a chalice, bloodied newborn,
brushwood nest of pterodactyl bones
scattered across the rocks.
a lifelong roadtrip and you remark
how every coast is washed out fossils
and the brightness in the distance, unnecessarily blue.
this silence is the hardest thing to hold
above the fire
so you bend and pick up the unkempt branches.
life is a responsibility you were built for:
a hard shine in the eyes
unlike the slacking sea.
A Teen's Guide to SuicideHey, kids! Now, those of us over here in the government have noticed that the suicide rate has gone up 8% for you teens in the past year. Now, we know that life can be incredibly difficult (what with angsty teen drama, th need for high-end fashion and technology, and oh so difficult classes). Some us in the government believe it or not! actually understand your desire to kill yourself! Yep, that's right! We can relate to you!A Teen's Guide to Suicide5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We remember times in our lives when we thought suicide was the only option. Now, looking at these scores, we realize that we're not the only ones in the country who have thought like this!
Did you know that 2 3 out of every 100,000 females will commit suicide? 11 12 males will commit suicide as well! Those numbers are daunting!
But we also realize another, even more horrifying number there are 308,000,000 people in this country! On top of that, there are 6 billion people in the world. Wow! Those numbers are s
i think of bones encased in goldcall me sisyphus; my wristsi think of bones encased in gold1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
grip napalm nations & i am
parasympathetic. i speak
in cigarettes, more stippled
spinal cord than american
romanticist. sanguinary, pocked,
my pleural cavities leak
prozac pills & -
oh, this body has never
belonged to me.
I'm Choking: A PoemHURKI'm Choking: A Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
EK EK EK
ek ek ek
spatgood evening sweetie, i made you some baked ziti lacedspat2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with a fleeting sense of permanence that reeks of greedy
gumdrops sweetly singing o'er the planet's anniversary. keep
asking me about ingredients and we will indiscreetly sweep
our tempers underneath the persian sprawling in the foyer.
your lamenting to your mom versus my calling up a lawyer
is a title fight i might've liked to never witness.
you were a little like my type until you found your middle digits.
Dark With Certaintyi'm under suchDark With Certainty3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that nothing above
can pull me out
the failed, severed
arms of evolution
feed the crabs
and lampreys below
i am the spirit
of dark water
my fins cut it
i offer only
this one-way portal
an infinity's rows
so, as the earth slowly
shakes you out
of your trees, holes
and stick piles
as dry land tilts
and heaves you in
our dark, sleepless salts
warm blood billows
a cloudy exhaust
into the deep
from the jaws and gills
of an alien machine
it dyes this ocean
dark with certainty
i am night's eyes, calculating
two black stars
circling your world,
and the boat
that your foot hangs from
a small wake
into my world
IM A DUDE HES A DUDE SHES A DUDE WERE ALL DUDESSatan penis and gobbledeegookIM A DUDE HES A DUDE SHES A DUDE WERE ALL DUDES2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bunnies impaled by Captain Hook
Oscar the Grouch is quite the crook
THIS POEM GOT ME AN A+ IN ART SCHOOL!
an october apology to my bodyi)an october apology to my body3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crook of my arm is blue once more.
a round bruise, a globe of the earth, laced with green.
a little world in the boomerang curve of my elbow,
which i peer at from far away.
(i’m sorry little arm, i know you’re sick of blood tests.
i know you’re fed up of all the poking with needles,
to check up on my poor struggling liver.
i’ll tell it i’m sorry for starving it, too).
i’ve decided to take up space in the world again,
to make myself part of it, join in.
but i’m like a wobbly child strapped to a car-seat
on a long nauseating journey to the beach.
a child clutching a puzzle book in their hand and attempting
a word game called fill in the blanks,
c-a-t / d-o-g
a child who is trying so hard, despite the jolts of tyres upon uneven ground sending letters
sprawling across the page like unravelling wool.
and the journey is punctuated by wheedling groans of
‘’are we nearly there yet?’’
AloneSilence... The breath from which her emotions flow...Alone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Adorned with depression that appears to her so fluently...
A voice... Slow and soothing, whispers hateful abuse...
Smooth strokes... Ornament her limbs with gore from all of these things...
Silence... She feels so alone, a misfit child in a world of her own...
A voice... Her piers who mock unknown of her pain they cause aloft of every other word they say...
A love... Of which she doesn't understand...
She believes he feels nothing when he holds her hand...
No one hears her cry... But if you listen so closely you may come upon... A silent voice whispering to herself of her hate, her love, and her depression...
This is her obsession. For she knows not anything else.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 24Leadbury caught wind of Elias rather quickly and the pursuit began. Mias and Berenos riding atop Ares and Eris respectfully, followed behind the ghoul with hopes that their loved ones remained untouched by Elias' sadism.Elle and Mias: Chapter 243 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just to be clear," Berenos said nervously. He wasn't accustomed to riding a horse and was thus concerned about what fair Eris would do if he offended her. "When we find Elias, what's the plan? If we confront him directly, he may hurt Abernos and Elle before we can get them away from him."
"I won't kneel to Elias' demands. He may torture them, but he won't kill them."
"You want them to endure such treatment?!"
"Now I didn't say that. He'll be expecting the two of us, but as for the ghoul, he will not."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd address me by my name Dormaeus brat," Leadbury interrupted.
Mias frowned. "Listen, when we find Elias, I want you to take the stag and woman and get them far away from the confrontation."
"Very well," the ghoul agreed.
"Will that manservant of
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
FragilityI desperately hold onFragility2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the notion that I'm strong.
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I'm still fragile.
I surround myself with friends,
yet I've never felt more alone.
Anyone I ever get close to,
just ends up leaving me in the end.
A broken facade,
cracked for an instant.
Only to be sealed back up
with the glue of unwanted solitude.
DaveXReader- Whut?WARNING: Some swearing. Nothing too bad, though, and not very often.DaveXReader- Whut?1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Night, (Name)." Dave called from the doorway. Bro stood right by him, arms crossed.
"Goodnight, guys." (Name) called back. The Strider duo nodded and walked away towards their respective rooms.
It had been a busy day, as it always was when (Name) hung out with the Strider boys. Not wanting to walk all the way to her house at night, she decided to crash at Bro and Dave's place. As much as she loved the guys, there was no way in hell she was sharing a room with either one of them, so she laid claim to the couch. Wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black hot-pants style shorts as pajamas, (Name) snuggled into the couch cushions with the blanket she had
stolenborrowed from the closet, not minding the fact that Lil Cal was sitting nearby on the other end of the couch. She chuckled.
"Goodnight, Cal." she said quietly.
AmericaXReader - Our Last Year (Prologue)AmericaXReader - Our Last Year (Prologue)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is the year...I'm gonna tell her.
But, what if she doesn't feel the same? The whole school year would be ruined...I could never do that to _______. She'd hate me forever.
~ ♥ ~
APH Academy, Senior Year
"Chemistry Honors first...AP World History...ROTC..." naming just a few of your classes on your schedule, you walked towards the main double doors of your school for the past 3 years, Hetalia Academy. Oh, what memories you shared, classes, makeups, breakups,parties, and all.
But hey, that's high school.
"_-_________________~!" you were cut off by an all too familiar voice. A voice that made you smile just hearing it. A voice you've been hearing since your childhood. A voice that was none other than
"Alfred..." you breathed before turning around, only to meet the happy eyes of a true American. He had a black backpack on his shoulder and his schedule in hand, and you guessed it, a milkshake in the other hand.
"So this is i-it, aiiight? SENIOR YEAR!"
Internet Authors Text is a thing of the past. Printed paper, inky fingers, the musty scent of a used book shop, the crackling lamination wrapped around the dust jacket of a book that's in worse condition than any of the ones on your shelves at home, which you don't plan on keeping much longer anyway, just going to sell them to Half-Price Books and use the cash back to buy some DVDs and collector's comics, are going the way of NES and chivalry.Internet Authors2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But who says chivalry is dead anyway? And doesn't every mediocre collector beg to get their hands on an NES, or at least own one from childhood, for sentimental reasons? Why can't you draw up the building plans for an English manor with a customized library? Just because something's beginning doesn't mean what was before has to end.
The age of the Internet is upon us and everyone tunes out the world with electronic beeps, sound waves, clean radio mixes, and the Blue Teeth jabbering in their ears. Go into a restauran