Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were reckless;
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
and blackened skin.
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
the viscera and
bared the bone --
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
to dusty artifacts,
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
Part-Time HookerI inhale smoke and dirty thoughtsPart-Time Hooker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
the volume of
smell increases as it's
getting hotter than a
I don't mind her
cold hands around my --
burned out lights form a
silhouette; film this on
screen like a dream
you can watch or hear.
but she doesn't scream;
her bones suffocate me
as she's wrapped around
my body -
she's stiff, cold, dry.
sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
doesn't beat. )
Until I can't breathe.
Burning Out, and Falling FastYou're sitting in your parents' old corvette (if you had bothered to check, you'd know it was older than you), flicking your eyes between a lighter in one hand, and a box of matches in the other. You forget when fire became such a need, a distraction.Burning Out, and Falling Fast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spencer is right beside you in the car, his fingers stroking idly at your forearm, watching you with hooded green eyes.
"If you want to die," he says, "then just kill yourself, but do it with style."
You met The Boy Under the Sycamore Tree when you were four. Your mom encouraged you to go see the lonely boy, and when you first went over to him, he ignored you. The Boy Under the Tree, that's what you called him for the first day you knew him, was a little older than you with dark hair and smoky green eyes.
With encouraging looks from your folks, you walked right next to him and sat down, pressing your back against the tree's rough trunk.
Three Kinds of Love, IntroThree Kinds of Love, Intro2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding your head, you tried for the thousandth time to explain to John, your concept of love.
“I’m sorry ______. But I just don’t get it. Really this is more complicated than quadrants!” You sighed. “John, if you just listened I’d be able to explain it!” He merely nodded and rested his head on your shoulder. Gently petting your best friend’s hair, you once again began to explain your twisted views on love. You decided that you hated the traditional outlook on love. A Romeo and Juliet fairytale romance. You also found it odd that people would say, “I love you” to friends and family and it had a completely different meaning when said to their lover. So you made…your own quadrants so to speak. The first being easy to grasp, F&F love, as you called it. Meaning family and friend love. This was a simple love that most everyone understood. It was the unconditional love that you would feel towards say a close friend or a mothe
"ORGANIC" - Part 07"ORGANIC" - Part 074 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
H̵̫͙̰͎̯͈̹͈͙̤̫̺̭̼̗̄͑ͪͥͦͯ̎ͭ̓̇ͮ̅̏ͥ̀͑͑́̕̕͢ ̷̌ͬ͂͂̒̀ͪͧͧͩ҉̳̹̙͚Ê̸̡͕̩̠̜̦̍͋̂̈̄̒̕͟ͅ ̧͙̩̥̞̗͍͙̥͔̝̟̐̈ͧ͋̃̈̏́͊̋̕͝L̢̝̥̟̠̳̰̹̟̮̜͍̅ͨ̽ͦ̏ͪ̈ͩ̓̕̕ ̶̉ͤ̆̓ͤ̃̈́̐̓̐̽̐҉̸̳̹̜͈͓̰̀Ṕ͇͈̯̹̖̃̆̓̃̍ͥ͐ͣ́͢͢͝ͅ ͨ͒̓ͪ̀̏͢
Clever Costume and Co. Archive 3Clever Costume and Co. Archive 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Noticeably, Clever Costume's Facebook and Twitter blow up from the Slenderman fandom, from people trying to help to trolls posting twenty dollar jokes, to countless attempts at "wifin" the "game." After a while, there's a tweet from CCC.)
Tweet: No more Slenderman stuff on our Twitter or Facebook. It's all over. -RK
YouTube Channel: Clever Costume & Co.
Video: Video Feed #4
(Video opens with a small burst of static, then shows the empty kitchen area. Text from a movie maker that Jason added appears at the bottom of the feed.)
Text: This is a mash-up of footage from the previous week.
(The footage is edit cut, and shows the kitchen area in almost the same shot as the last. Alpha is looking over a letter and envelope he just opened. Jason zooms in on the envelope, seeing a wax seal. The picture just makes out what's on the seal: looks like an owl's face and two outstretched talons, as if the bird was pouncing on something. Alpha smiles to himself, betraying a row of sharp teeth. The pic
Dying From LoveDying From LoveDying From Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
Repeat.You,Repeat.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are you
Are broken words words are
are the words that we speak in
Such a manner that seems almost
Rythmical in its
Chaos that's what we unfold.
Until you think
But when you think chaos
Chaos still unveils
Rears its ugly head though behind that
Maybe this chaos
This chaos this repeating
These words are not
These words will not repeat
Like a past you've mistaken with
Words fresh anew you differentiate
Or more so try
Dreams from the true.
Sorry“I’m sorry” are two words I find my frightened self saying.Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than once actually.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m busy bawling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry” are two words that often I say for no reason.
Even when an apology isn't needed.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m having an anxiety attack.
“I’m sorry” I find the girls like me often say.
When they can’t seem to find the right words.
Or do some trivial mistake.
“I’m sorry” is something we all seem to say.
More than once actually.
We have a tendency to repeat ourselves when we are jumpy.
Or are having an anxiety attack, from some trivial mistake.
Tutorial - How To BattleTutorial - How To Battle6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
HOW TO BATTLE
You've been accepted into IPL, and you're ready to take on some battles. The battle process might be a bit daunting if you're not used to the league system, so we've fixed up a few things and made a few things clearer for you bros in IPL.
Your submission must use the Pokémon from your existing lineup. Any attempt to change your lineup to bypass the fee and the admins will result in a penalty.
Your submission may contain foul language, violence, and nudity. Excess amounts of these things require a mature tag.
For battles that have multiple pages, please only send the first page to us and link your pages together.
Keep yourself accurate to the Pokémon game canon, and make sure you use canon moves, although the manner of use may differ.
1) Find An Opponent.
Finding an opponent is as simple as just messaging the person you want to battle. You can look through the gallery of cards to find people you specifically want t
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
The Transformation of Elves and VampiresI've been thinking about elves lately, and the many renditions I see of them on Deviant Art and other (pop) art sites. I have a feeling that elves, and vampires, used to represent immortality. Where vampires represented the damnation of Hell eternal, elves where ancient beings, deeply connected to life and spirit - "Heaven".The Transformation of Elves and Vampires3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Though the hunger and desire of vampires reflected parts of human nature, they moved with the grace of aristocracy, and indifference of the centuries. Only when infatuated again with the love of form (human beauty), they would be thrown into the emotional storms of youth (mortality). Cursed with eternal hunger and desire, vampires shift between the grace of night, and bestial hunger. Through their immortal, ducal, character, they were connected not only to the Beast (the Fall), but also to the spiritual, timeless aspect of being.
Elves were collected, noble – beings sprung from the innocence of time (paradise), that moved under the stars of night, celebrating
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
SPAMSo, before you log onto your page todaySPAM2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Let me tell you of a game that some people play
Now it’s not very nice and it’s not very good
And just because you can, doesn’t mean that you should
And it’s called Spam, spam, I hate spam
I don’t give a rats tooth, I don’t give a d*m
adspam junkspam any kind of spam
It’s worse than a bucketload of green eggs and ham
So if you spot any troublesome horrific plot
Don’t click or download it or your harddrive will rot
Report that offender real smart real quick
Then send them this message with a defty click
(That will say) Spam, spam I hate spam
I don’t give a rats tooth, I don’t give a d*m
Freakspam creepspam any kind of spam
It’s worse than five bucketloads of green eggs and ham
So if you get sent shady links or a trojan horse
Block them (after sending a reply of course )
Be sure to scold them and scald them with this rhyming song
Or something equally disturbing that shouldn’t
It's Okay to be a BronyIt's Okay to be a Brony3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's Okay to be a Brony
There are plenty of reasons why a guy would want to hide the fact that he is a brony. But one should not have to hide who they are because of what others will think. I came to this realization about a month ago. I am tired of hiding who I am, I'm a brony dammit, and proud of it!
The breath left my body as the fist drove hard into my stomach. My eyes crossed as I took a blow to the face. Now on my knees, I lifted my arms up in an attempt to shield myself from the brutal beating. I would have called for help, but they followed me from school. Why do people get bullied for being different or liking something that someone else doesn't?
"Keep out of our way girly boy," sneered the larger as he kicked me real hard in the ribs. "We would hate to accidentally hit a girl."
"What a loser," the other chimed in. "What kind of guy likes my little pony? I'm totally telling everyone about this," he chuckled as he snapped a picture of me on his phone.
They left laughing
Back thenIt eats me upBack then2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How he hurt me
in ways I couldn't understand
In ways I can't escape from
Too young for that
Still too young
But I can't forget
And I can't escape
I don't dare
Trying to forget
I can't explain
can you understand
The Hunter and the HuntedCoilThe Hunter and the Hunted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feed me more lies
Keen in your eyes
To your deaf ears
Succumb to your fears
UndyingUndying:Undying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
Bro Strider x Reader: SLENDERMAN!You shivered as you clicked the Slender icon on your desktop. You knew you were going to regret this to the final days of your natural born life. You readied your heart so it wouldn't have a heart attack, and then you waited for it to open. You then stared at the start menu before a thumping sound was heard. You immediately screamed.Bro Strider x Reader: SLENDERMAN!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You breathed heavily and gathered yourself before you came downstairs. Looking around nervously, you crept over to the door and took a 20 dollar bill from your pocket. You then swung the door open and threw the 20 dollar bill at whoever it was.
"Uh, thanks ?"
You look up at the sunglasses of Dirk- No, I meant Bro- Strider.
"Oh, sorry about that, Bro." you say nervously. "I was just about to play Slender and"
Bro held up his fingerless-gloved hand and nodded.
"I get it."
"Um, so do you want to, uh, come up and ?" you said with the awkward burdening you. Bro looked at you, and then he stepped in
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.Black voids2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the infection of pain takes over.
I’m screaming to an empty room.
In it lays all my fears.
My eyes are filled with parasites.
Seeing nothing but black.
Which leaks it’s way into my heart.
Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.
Bugs clinging to my hair.
Nesting in my skin.
I have been contaminated.
By the sins of others.
Nobody can harm me now.
I have been contaminated
By the whispers of the heartless.
Reaching forth for some light.
It only seems to burn my skin.
My right eye has been removed.
And left with a hole.
Head spinning round’ and round.
Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.
A perfect fit for me.
Evil in DivergenceShall our end be in fire?Evil in Divergence2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In violence and lust for power
Where every man is called a liar
And we burn ourselves to death?
Or shall it be ice?
Where knowledge is shunned with a cold shoulder
And ignorance creeps in like mice
And causes us to fight.
No, it shall be deceit.
Heads filled with lies that anger the soul
Manipulation means defeat
And we shall never trust.
Our wants shall be our end.
For selfishness makes us corrupt
For our own needs we all shall fend
And destroy all other men.
Or our death shall be cowardice.
We'll leave all hope behind in fear
And in our panic we shall miss
The downfall of us all.
Together we shall isolate
All fear, wants, lies, ignorance, and hate
And, doing so, eradicate
The evils of mankind.