Hunter Bio#Name: hoick tureenHunter Bio1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
-this is what he goes by,only his parents and family can call him by his actual name but only when no one is around,only calling him this in front of the family)
#Age: mid twenties (22-26)
Hunter is a young light skinned male.His right ear is damaged and so wears a hearing aid in it.he has light white hair that spikes down when he wears his hat.When he doesn't wear the hat,his hair spikes up to the left,as well as his fringe spiking up to the left.It has a gold piece of designs on it,on the front is a face looking one with then square blocks coming from it.With blue highlights for its face and mouth.Then gold blocks on the side of the hat.It has two strips on each side resting next to his face.
He has a thin jaw line and a small nose.His eyes are a little wide open but dope a little around the top
Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,Frozen Starlight1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 41 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
Fake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a bouquet of fake plastic flowers today.
Their petals were made from rough, cheap fabric.
Their leaves were unevenly painted a sickly shade of olive,
And peeling off their stems.
The stems themselves were an unnatural green,
With an equally unnatural plastic sheen.
And they had obvious seams.
Harsh, stark, lines down the middle,
Branding them, beyond a doubt,
As cheap replicas.
They were falling apart, worn out, sad, and positively ugly.
But I noticed something else about the flowers.
From a distance,
The plastic sheen turned into a healthy luster,
The rough fabric became soft,
The uneven paint transformed into tricks of the light,
And they were more beautiful and perfect than any real flowers could ever be.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
there are monsters in my head.there are monsters in my head.there are monsters in my head.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
they scream and rattle their bars,
fingers round my bones
to shake the cage.
i cannot sleep.
no amount of blood spilled
or water thrown down
the throat the way the camera
will in the morning
can quiet them.
i wonder if the doctors will see the monsters,
or if they have learned to keep quiet
and still in the light;
to pretend they are not there
until no one is around to see them;
and regardless of their sessility,
regardless of their muteness,
the moment the darkness comes,
i see their faces
It's Not LoveIt's Not Love (but it hurts like it)It's Not Love2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says things to her that I wish men said to me.
Things like - the image of your beauty
will press in on the eyelids of men
your departure from this lifetime.
Things like - you make me feel like being myself
is not just acceptable but it is wonderful!
That I, being the only me I could ever possibly be,
is proof positive of a chaotic world
creating love and life and joy -
and that no one else but me
could make you smile the way you do.
Things like - I don't need you.
If you were gone I could breathe,
I could pump blood,
I could spit
I could do anything I wanted to -
but I would not want to.
I wouldn't want to do anything
without you by my side.
Things like - I'm always here for you,
because I prioritise the things that matter to me
and you are at the top
- so if that means I can't pay my rent
because I had to come save you
from the fog in your heart - and I lost my job - fuck it.
I'll still come.
...But try not to mak
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 51 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,We Regret To Inform You1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
We do not regret to inform you that you are suicidal, depressing, depressive, insane, bipolar, have no friends, and will never ever be anything else.
From the deepest pit of our destroyed, shared soul, l
The Justice-SentaiThe Justice-Sentai2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wise alien Azmuth saw the threat that Destruction and his evil minions poses to the Multiverse, so he brings his own team of heroes together (which he called The Justice-Sentai) to battle the evil Shadow-Organization's forces.
Founder & Mentors:
*Azmuth (Ben-10 series)
*Nicole Watterson (The Amazing World of Gumball)
*Master-Yo (Yin Yang Yo!)
*Princess Bubblegum (Adventure-Time)
*Doggie Kruger/DekaMaster (Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger)
*Jamiko Minyamoto/Captain-Japan (original)
Azmuth appointed Jamiko as team-leader beacuse his pure of heart and a true-leader.
The team's second in command, a former Decepticon who became good and joined the team. Unlike other Transformers, Weaponjack (Weapon for short) can transform into any form he chooses.
*Gumball, Darwin, Anais, Penny, Teri, Carrie, Carmen (The Amazing World of Gumball)
*Serio, Azul, Paco, Pilar (Combo-Ninos)
*Yin, Yang & Lina (Yin Yang Yo!)
*Alpha-Girl & R
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrongI was taught right from wrong 1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
the sickness of breathing emptinesstoday:the sickness of breathing emptiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my god, there's no way to pretty that up. pain is not beautiful, it is painful. use your common sense. there is no glory in suffering, there is no sparkle to sacrifice. hurt is hurt is hurt. and you can't take it for someone else, no matter how hard you try.
what i hate is that you're leaving. like, a thousand miles away worth of leaving. and don't tell me that distance means nothing to the heart, because it does: enough to make you break me before you kill me. honestly, i wonder which is worse. honestly, i'd probably rather you kill me because i've broken enough times that i don't have much left to break.
what i hate more is that i love you. i have fought harder against it than i've fought against anything else in my life, i fucking swear to god. i didn't even consider that i could love you for months. an
Santa versus AtnasAtnas the bad, mysterious, slySanta versus Atnas2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Travels the world on his sleigh in the sky.
Santa's old friend, now inglorious foe,
This age old story is something to know:
They started out well, as partners in crime
Until one Christmas when Atnas got time.
Santa and Atnas were felons you see,
They robbed, plundered, stole - things so dastardly.
The plans were devised and thought out by Old Nick
As getaway driver he drove oh so quick.
The strong and fit Atnas brought life to the schemes,
And there was the set up of our daring team.
Their usual targets were the rich, banks and stores,
"We have little money, you won't miss some of yours"
This was the thought behind Santa's bad ways
(And he says he'll regret for the rest of his days).
Atnas was greedy, unbelievably so!
He suggested stealing from children, but Santa said no.
They argued and argued 'til blue in the face
Santa shot off enraged but Atnas gave chase
They flew round the world at neck breaking speed
Shouting and bawling but neither'd concede
BelovedBeloved:Beloved1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
I Can't Hear You AnymoreThe clouds are heavy tonight,I Can't Hear You Anymore1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am suffocating,
Choking on my own words
As they fly from my mouth.
You never cared about yourself,
And after your death that
Became hard to think about.
(But I do anyway.)
I suddenly find myself missing
The years we had spent together
And how spider webs would form in
The corners of your eyes when you smiled.
But the thing is that I can’t hear you anymore.
I can’t remember the sound
Of your voice or the feeling of
Your hands as they touched my lips.
You once told me that home
Is where you lie,
But I hate it here, and
I hate living with these ghosts.