I Want to Kiss Her“I want to kiss her.I Want to Kiss Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.”
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weirdTo the person who holds my best friend's heart...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
A lymeric about DeviantART*Disclaimer: This is a pessimist's view of DeviantART who actually likes the site but has noticed a lot of crap about it.A lymeric about DeviantART2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There once was a site called DeviantART,
in wish the freaks of society could be set apart.
But the admins are stupid,
it smells oddly putrid,
it might be because of the farts.
Art is the central glue,
But the admins haven't much of a clue,
What qualifies as art
is widely spread apart,
which gives porn uploaders the cue.
The generic art varies in type,
like a telephone call on Skype.
You've got your casual sparkledogs,
Sonic the Hedgehogs,
and Anime art to gripe.
The site hasn't a filter,
which may or may not be a kilter.
There's underaged kids
screaming "FUCKING SQUIDS!"
and adding on a "lol" in the face of a quilter.
If you dare to have an opinion,
if it's different to theirs your an onion,
The kid's couple is the best,
if you don't regress,
they'll beat you until you're their minion.
If it's originality you're looking for,
you won't be able to score.
With more hec
Ode to a DonutOh, sweet brethren of joyOde to a Donut3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, that which suffice
Whose scent does tantalize
And whose flavor is nice
Your sweet innocent gaze
Your silken touch
Invoke passion and fire
The thought of you enraptures
And makes my heart sing
May the goddess of sweetness
Lift you on feathered wing
The gossamer feel
Of your soft, glazy skin
Even the dullest of kin
Your existence itself
Is beauty divine
I shall adore thy glamour
'Til the ends of time
Oh heavenly, golden, airy caress
You are the object of my obsessiveness
No substance volatile
No fires of hell
Could describe the passion
That in me wells
The dreamy fantasies
That your essence implores
Would slake any soul's thirst
But still I want more
The chalice of desire
Can never be filled
To hold you forever
Is my eternal will
May my stomach be your stronghold
As long as I'm living
My one true love you'll be
70 Lessons from Doctor Who70 Lessons learned from Doctor Who70 Lessons from Doctor Who6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Sometimes you really just want a mate.
2. Satan can be owned with a bolt gun.
3. Running is really good for you.
4. Go on and run.
5. Id rather be a coward than a murderer.
6. Davros plan is more epic than yours.
7. Its NOT an irrational fear of the dark
8. Vote Saxon.
9. Human beings are the greatest monsters of them all.
10. The Master wins.
11. You can see void stuff with 3-D glasses.
12. I shouldve been born in the 51st Century.
13. Real Daleks dont levitate up the stairs; they exterminate the building.
14. Agatha Christie is the best selling author of all time.
15. Whibbly wobbly timey whimey is a sufficient explanation of time travel.
16. The Hope Diamond was designed to kill werewolves.
17. The royal family is all werewolves.
18. Tea is the ultimate panacea.
19. The TARDIS is alive.
20. The Doctor turns people into weapons.
21. You really can open the TARDIS by snapping your fingers.
22. Martha thinks she&
do you even hear yourself?he declares himself a feministdo you even hear yourself?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"in the purest sense of the word"
and expects every woman to prove that
(to him, specifically)
she is worthy of equal respect
Threshold of Man's DreamsI stepped through the threshold of man's dreams today,Threshold of Man's Dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what I saw will stay with me, forever and a day
All around me was death and decay
and I began to feel quite some dismay
I wandered across a thousand empty wastelands
I saw a thousand liars on the witness stand
I heard a thousand preachers claim to see the promised land
I felt a thousand murders go just as planned
But over the thousandth hill, I saw a speck of light
It grew until, it split the night
Before its mighty power, the darkness turned in flight
When I finally approached, I saw a wondrous sprite
Her face was white as milk,
Her clothing soft as silk
Her breathing though was faint
and she expired, still looking like like a saint
Her beauty was unmatched
and to her was attached
a simple note,
"I stepped through the threshold of man's dreams today..."
Hiding In The Genetic Park - 3I know for certain I had a room facing east, that sun had the nerve to shine its light in my eyes, unbearable to wake me up. I couldn’t remember how I got into bed. Wait… oh now I remember. After I took a picture of myself for Ms. Jerkface, I sort of blacked out from mu drunken spurt. Yeah that sounds about right.Hiding In The Genetic Park - 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I groaned and creaked and yelped as I stretched. I snapped wide-awake when I felt my tail, then everything else. Waking up as a girl, if you never did, is never dull. You freak out. You wonder what happened. You start exploring until you hopefully change back. You do stupid stuff you regret.
I didn’t do any of that. I knew I was a girl, but I had to say, “Crap, it wasn’t a dream,” and shrugged it off.
At least the bed was firm.
I got up to look outside, but realized I had no shirt on. Wonder how that happened?
“Ugh… no more duck farts for me,”
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Despite the few who haven't caught on yet and still believe that "kids hate reading," we all know that these days, reading is popular.
"I'm just like Belle from Beauty in the Beast, because I love books," teenage girls are saying, while teens of both genders are sitting down to enjoy things like Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and other more obscure titles.
This is just what we've been hoping for, isn't it? Kids and teens finally taking an interest in literature. It has finally become cool. They're thinking of themselves as rebels or nerds or hipsters, all of which are just new versions of the word cool.
Ah, finally people are spending their time having actual constructive hobbies.
...Or are they?
Here I am going to explore just how this isn't necessarily true; how sometimes your time can be better spent playing a good, mind-building video game or watching a wholesome, creative
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
100 Ways to Annoy Starscream100 Ways to Annoy Starscream:100 Ways to Annoy Starscream4 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) Inform him that Megatron will always be the better leader of the Decepticons. Always.
2) Take a video of Megatron beating up Screamer and post it on Youtube. Be sure every Decepticon and Autobot sees it so they can taunt him about being Megatron's bitch.
3) Ask Starscream where his 'Kiss the Cook' apron is. After all, he has pointed out in multiple universes that he is 'home Megatron' like the good little wife he is.
4) Tell G1 Screamer that in Prime he has 'obsolete' technology that he refuses to upgrade it. Oh yeah, and he no longer has his precious null-ray.
5) Tell Starscream that he is a lying, big-headed, bitchy suck-up of a whimp.
6) Ask Screamer what's up with the constant change in his chin size. Does he enjoy cosmetic surgery that much?
7) Ask Screamer also if that bad attitude has to do with the size of his... ahem... you know.
8) Related to number 7 if you're daring, add that "It's no wonder Megatron's the dominant one in the relation
Fur for All OccasionsFur for All OccasionsFur for All Occasions8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
If I were given the same choice that had changed my life for good... I'd have to turn it down. I've grown too used to my new life to consider taking it back. The people who once made my life hell have paid their price and the benefits of my new life outweigh my old life.
I can finally say that I am happy for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I am with people that actually understand me and don't mind talking about their past lives – as if it could ever harm them now.
I also don't mind sharing my story. It reeked of injustice and unfairness, but I'm not bothered by telling it anymore. I seem to get a warm and furry feeling whenever I think about that one day that everything turned upside down...
I absolutely hated going to school nowadays. I was a freshman in high school, and like most freshmen, I had to deal with the constant onslaught of bullies. I was teased whenever the opportunity presented itself to them, tattled on because they
AatC: Hate You, Love YouShe was crying.AatC: Hate You, Love You5 years ago in General More Like This
Right in front of him.
"B-Brittany?" He managed, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. The bossy chipette had a knack for taking him by surprise, but this....this was completely new to him.
"Brittany...." he tried again, when she refused to respond, "what's--"
"mind you own business, Alvin!" She suddenly shrieked, her petite hands curling into fists as she spun around, abruptly fleeing the situation and leaving him there alone to think.
Raising an arm, he pulled his hat from his head; using his free hand to mop his brow. He didn't understand. What....what on earth could make Brittany cry like that?
He turned his head, stray but apparent whispers catching his attention. "What?!" he snapped, scowling at a group of fellow students--the ones responsible for the noise. "You got something to say?"
The whispering ceased; the students shuffling away from him in embarrassm
HeroHero:Hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand upon the highest mountain
And call to the clouded sky.
I can hear the murmurs of heaven
As the light begins to die.
The world we used to believe in;
Once filled with the flowers to bloom.
Is now caged by its own animosity;
Like a twisted asylum room...
How long do we have to stand here
Pleading to the ignorant skies?
We can scream with all of our voices
But the heavens turn their eyes...
I'm afraid that waiting for a hero
Is simply not going to do.
Because love alone won't save us;
And I think you know that too...
Some things we have to fight for;
We cannot build on broken stone.
We must start by returning to origin;
And then we begin to atone.
Instead of hurting in hollows
Let us rise on eagle's wings.
I'd love to hear the song again;
The one that angels sing...
"To move along from where we used to be;
It is the heart we must try to find.
It may not be the heart of a hero;
But I think it will do this time..."
"If the world isn't endi
Alex Mercer vs Albert Wesker: The FightAlex Mercer vs Albert Wesker: The Fight8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Berloom: Alright we’ve analyzed our combatants to the core and considered every angle and possibility.
Doom: Now entertain DOOM in a DEATH BATTLE!!
People were fleeing for their lives New York city was under siege from a horrible virus turning regular people into vicious monsters who wanted to kill and consume. Everyone was running away except for one man in a black trench coat and sunglasses he was walking towards where people were fleeing his name was Albert Wesker. Wesker had come as soon as he heard of the outbreak it was so similar to one of umbrellas current projects Wesker (not believing in coincidences) came here to see if this outbreak was caused by the same virus. Out of nowhere a infected tried to attack him Wesker effortlessly dodged and punched a hole in the beings chest Wesker looked down at the specimen and noticed that physically no it wasn'
Finding HimselfHis feet dragged along the ground, barely lifting off at all. It would probably wear out his new sneakers, he knew, but somehow he didn't really care. With a hand occasionally brushing sweat from his forehead, he trudged down the sidewalk, making his slow way home from school. The afternoon sun was blazing overhead, but trees lining the path provided shelter from the heat. He knew the route home by heart. Left turn here, straight until the crossing, then right turn again. So on and so forth. The same route he took home every single day.Finding Himself5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hated that route. Or, more precisely, what it represented to him.
Because he held, deep within his heart, a simmering resentment for the life he led. He resented it, hated it so much, that never-changing, mindless banality of the world. That was what the route home represented-a mind-blowing sameness, the unalterable mundanity of a world that pressured people from their earliest memories to do more, to work harder. Slowly but surely, all fun had been
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
I...I shiver, but I'm not coldI...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but I don't feel
I look, but I can't see
I cut, but I don't bleed
I laugh, but no one hears
I hate, but it won't last
I seek, but do not find
I hold, but cannot keep .
I fail, but still I try
I hurt, but feel no pain
I wish, but don't receive
I pray, but there's no god
I fall, but I get up
I love, and she loves me
I stand, and I don't fall
I walk, and I don't trip
I look, and see there's light
I kiss, and feel right
I hug, and I belong
I smile, and its real
I speak, "and I love you "