I just wanted to be human Chapter 27I just wanted to be human Chapter 272 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Song: Clockwork Vaudeville
Album: O_O if you don't know then I have something shocking to tell you...
Song: Steamboat Shenanigans
Artist: *cough cough you should know this cough*
Song: Make Believe
Song: Electricity is in my Soul
Album: Now I'm just listing my favorites
Chapter 27: Easy as Pie
Spine and Rabbit grew closer to the kitchen, the anxiety had faded and there was an air of content. The clattering of dishes and hushed murmurs could be heard from around the door frame. Hatchworth was passing out orders, keeping the whole thing organized for Spine while he was gone. Rabbit giggled under his breath, rubbing his palms together greedily. Creeping upon the light that overflowed from the archway when he was suddenly yanked back by two silver hands over his eyes.
Spine! Wh-what are you doing! He grumbled, trying to pry them off of his faceplate.
Shhh. I don't want you to peak. Spine pretended to whisper. His voice booming just loud enough that the ki
Los Parasitos del Hombre [ESP]No supe quien era,Los Parasitos del Hombre [ESP]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No supe quien fui,
Porque atrapado estoy.
Mi celda oscura y cálida,
Traído por los alguaciles de la vida
Me confina por mis ideas:
Quise amar a quien fuese,
Quise salvar a quien fuese,
Quise proteger a quien fuese.
Pero los parásitos me lo impidieron.
Dijeron que no, que no se debe,
Que no se puede,
Que es inviable,
Que es indeseable.
¿Por qué?, ¿Por qué?.
¿Por qué todo tiene que ser económico?.
¿Por qué nos regimos por el dinero?.
A ver si pueden vivir comiendo una moneda,
Esos parásitos del planeta.
Nos hartamos de las ataduras,
Pero construimos un mundo encadenado.
Nadie se salva, todos son peones.
Condenados a servir,
A los parásitos del hombre.
Aunque pensemos en la libertad,
Es solo una ilusión,
Que algunos rechazan,
Volviéndose una cosa.
La libertad existe camaradas,
Las ataduras son flojas.
La que nos mantiene en el yugo,
Es nuestra sumisa mente
Que se chore la mente.
DA la--DA la4 years ago in Humor More Like This
FullMetal Alchemist Yo MommaFullMetal Alchemist Yo Momma6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yo momma is so fat; she ate Gluttony and became the new one.
Yo momma is so nasty; even Gluttony wouldn't eat her.
Yo momma is so fat Ed Elric could have used her as Equilvalent Exchange to bring his mom back with no harm to himself or Al.
Yo momma is so ugly Roy went Gay after seeing her.
Yo momma is so ugly even Greed didn't want her.
Yo momma is so fat even Scar couldn't blow her apart.
Yo momma is so fat that they didn't distroy the gate they just shoved her ass in opening.
Yo momma is so ugly even Envy wouldn't morph into her.
Yo momma is so stupid she thought the Philosopher's stone was a new type of candy.
Yo momma is so fat even Winry couldn't make her automail.
Yo momma is so ugly she made Izumi cough up blood.
Yo momma is so ugly even Dante wouldn't use her as a body.
The Military didn't use the Philosopher's Stone to distroy Ishbal... they just dropped yo momma on it.
Yo momma is so fat gluttony got jealous.
Yo momma is so fat even gluttony went "Damn!!!!!!!!"
Yo momma so fa
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,constellations, ambitions, and things in between2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
an attempt at fic (Rabbit/The Spine)It was morning and The Spine looked into the mirror, frowning as he did so. For havingan attempt at fic (Rabbit/The Spine)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
seen the same sight every day for more than a hundred years, one would think hed be
used to it by now. But no, seeing his own titanium plating standing out from the bland
wallpaper of his room, it still made him uncomfortable. Yet, he kept the mirror. What
normal person wouldnt have one? Though that this was silly, after all, he is not a
normal person, he never would be.
He sighed and proceeded to get dressed, hoping that maybe once he was
covered up for the most part, hed feel a bit less unnerved by his own appearance.
Generally it only softened the blow, but hed take any comfort he could get. Not too long
afterwards, he was dressed in his usual outfit, however he left the tie off for a sense of
He looked again to make sure he hadnt put his hat on crooked or something
equally foolish, if he did hed likely never
Prelude Nocturne;Prelude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
Oh, Siren Songdancing, drowning –Oh, Siren Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh, that siren song
causing his heart
entrapped, ensnared –
oh, that daring woman
causing him to fall for
she was my tabby catlurking recollectionsshe was my tabby cat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of tossled moonbeams
were the patterns that radiated
her crescent skin.
she arched her back,
(like a yawning cat on a milky
and felt the rhythmic
spine as it
and the walls come tumbing downmy architecture is falling apartand the walls come tumbing down1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the edge of this wonderland
because my keystone crumbled to sand.
you said you constructed me perfectly,
down to the last balustrade, but
my architecture is falling apart.
i am a composite of broken coffers
and cracked gables
on the edge of this wonderland.
my terracotta walls have come tumbling down
as i inhale the dust of my destruction
because my keystone crumbled to sand.
Believe What LiesBelieve What LiesBelieve What Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do empty smiles appear prettiest?
For the simple reason this is the one you choose to believe,
Without looking for the actual truth that lie behind those eyes,
For apathy has set in; maybe you’re just tired of trying…..
A Prayer of Losing Faith (in Humanity)Sometimes I wonder if there is a GodA Prayer of Losing Faith (in Humanity)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or if hell only exists in my mind,
but I am sure that
there is no need for the devil
with man doing his work,
and that there is no heaven
on this earth.
If paradise turns out to be rebirth,
I wonder what crime I committed
to be here human again.
of youwind caught red between the bricksof you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the mind has made a home.
imagine this hole without its walls,
the anchor of my touch;
(we agreed to gather for it).
the roof would float away
and i’d be stranded where i stood.
is there sanctuary in this mud?
i’ve been in other cavities -
the moon will sound like any moon,
night will seed the same old terror,
fall fast to nothing
in a womb.
I belong inside . . .
Entwinewinter entwines itsEntwine2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cold fingers around the trunks
of skeletal trees.
A dark roomyou’re stuck.A dark room1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as hard as they try they cannot remove you from this prison
why can’t they help you? why can’t you remember how to get up?
you don’t want to move.
you like it here.
here you can feel
you can see your breath in the cold, it is an unkind reminder that you’re still alive
drowning in the misery is so pleasant to the soul
there’s relief in that discomforting wind that seems to cut away at your skin
if you go into the warm your frozen tears will melt, and you will remember sorrow
mercy be thy angel, for you truly believe God’s grace has left you
no rhetoric requiredyou don’t need a master’s degreeno rhetoric required2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in literature or creative writing
to capture me—
only a certain abstract, astral idea
of the possibilities
of the written word, the spoken feeling,
a transcendental consciousness
that turns your very being
Husks of the PastYellow Jacket flannel hangsHusks of the Past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the back of my closet,
an active memory hive.
I put it on sometimes,
deep pockets engulfing me
and buttons pressed to my skin
like a threat.
A trace of your cologne
the promise of spring
snatched away too soon.
I dream of being suffocated;
it always smells like you.
.horrors prey on.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams, and sleep can
do nothing about it
a lamb strays
from the flock;
a wolf grins
What is Right?What is Right?What is Right?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Please do not talk to me; I am not able to respond.
And do not give me that look as if something has to be wrong.
You do not need to delve into the shelves of my closed expressions.
I am exempt from your attempts to unearth my preserved confessions.
I am not purposely trying to evade your noble and compassionate crusade.
It’s just on this occasion I do not require saving; there is no need to come to my aid.
I understand that as my friend you are obliged to defend me to the very end.
And this means you must venture pass the farce of barriers that I bewilderingly send.
But right now my words are diverting from my mouth and into my chest.
So trust me when I say that this damsel is far from in distress
And I know that from you I should not expect any less.
Just because I choose remain reserved, sit and stare.
Does not mean I am slumping into a tumbling pit of despair.
Nevertheless it does comfort me knowing that you are there
But sitting in silence with me can also sho
RelapseIt’s like countingRelapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,judgement2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the brittle bones,
or if you could see me on a saturday,
with a cigarette between my lips,
a handwritten note clenched
in one fist, that contains
only a single word
would you still smile
when you saw me on your porch