Poem to Mandy, for bleedmanI watch as you lie awakePoem to Mandy, for bleedman10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Awaiting for death at the door
You question my own desicion
Why do you yearn for more?
I've given you immortality
Nothing awaits you but hell
Why do you persist to annoy me
There is nothing more to tell
Years of torture and pain
Me at your constant beck and call
Turned out different than I had planned
I had never meant to fall
As you grew from girl to woman
My weakness began to show
I tried so hard to deny it
But one day, I just had to know
I came to your door
You asked if it was time
I nodded and just had to say
"Mandy, will you be mine?"
Surprise was your first reaction
Later you questioned my sanity
I answered with what was in my heart
That is, if I had any
Ten to one, and down in went
Time was running out
You gave no answer, till one was said
But finally you gave a shout
Bonds of morality cut
From the moment you said, I do
Since then, life has been splendid
I would be nothing without you
Junior and Minimandy
Our two kids so divine
A family so happy and c
Grim Tales: Saving Minnie Ch3Grim Tales: Saving Minnie Ch39 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Minnie's head was resting on Junior's chest while she peacefully dreamed of a dark and dreary underworld that she had since forgotten about. She lifted her head and looked up at her sibling. "Big brother?"
Junior yawned as he woke from his sleep. "Yea? What's up?"
"I wanna go home now." He looked at her confused. He didn't understand what she was talking about. He really had forgotten all about the underworld. "Brother, don't tell me that you have forgotten about our mother and father. Surely they are waiting for us to return?"
"I'm not sure I understand..." SMACK! It hit him. How could he have just forgotten everything?! Alright, time to leave. He simply summoned his scythe and smiled at her. They stood up and with a swipe of the blade a portal to the underworld was open.
Poems~ Given Up ~Poems7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I leave here today,
I leave behind my hope,
my hope of him.
I'll lock it up somewhere,
and throw away the key.
My heart may hurt,
my head might too,
but when I am done here,
I leave behind my hopes for you.
You can pick them up,
and wish you could go back,
but after today,
I'll want my heart back.
~ I Wait ~
I'll think of you in Heaven,
or as I rot in Hell.
you keep me in my cell.
Even in your prision,
I think of you all day,
I think of you all night,
until I can see you again.
Waiting for you,
is my sin.
Dreaming of you,
hurts so much.
You left so long ago,
you probably can't remember,
all the things you said,
all those years ago.
I can't give up on you,
it's too hard to do.
I'll keep waiting for you,
until the day I die.
Then I'll wait in heaven,
or in the bottomless pits of hell.
I'll wait for you forever,
until my bones are dust.
~ The Past or The Future ~
To look to the future,
I have to let go of the past,
but who knew it would be so painful,
Great Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 3How Times ChangeGreat Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter III - Eve of War
Hiram Flaversham didn't hate the bat, nor did he have any moral quams with him. Indeed, he rather admired the young chap. Still, when he had confronted his daughter about her recent change in attitude, her skipping meals and retreating to her room only to lay upon her bed and think for hours before sleeping he could not say he was happy with the answers.
It had been less than a week after the extravagent Christmas Party (which was held two weeks prior to the actual Holiday) in the year of 1908. Hiram had definately noticed Olivia becoming a beautiful young woman in her own right, though he hated to admit it. In fact, she was nineteen. Still, she stayed unwed, which did not help the aging Flaversham from seeing her as a the little eight-year old child he adored. He never put much thought into why she would turn down so many suitors, nor did he pay much mind to the increasing c
Great Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 1How Times ChangeGreat Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter I - Fidget the Reformed
All throughout England and her territories, unbeknownst to the human populace, there is a thriving society as diverse and colourful as its own; a kingdom of the furry beasties most come to regard as pests. It is known as the Mousedom, though mice are not its only citizens. A great deal of other percieved vermin adapt to its civilised ways and live in the Mousedom - lizards, rats and bats are just a few to name. But it is the mouse, first and foremost, that dominates their society. So much so that other species are often looked down upon in disgust.
Not too long ago a great mouse detective, the famous Basil of Baker Street, managed to finally outmatch and defeat his archnemesis: the vile and manevolent Professor Ratigan after the Professor attempted the regicide of Queen Mousetoria and the conquest of Mousedom for himself. The events leading up to this included the kidnapping of a
If...You confuse me,If...10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
First I am loved,
Then I hear nothing of your feelings,
I say "I love you"
But all I get is a smile.
What went wrong?
You were so eager,
So sweet, so special,
Now I feel like I have been left behind.
At night am I the last thing you think of?
I know in my head you are,
When you wake up,
Do you think about seeing me?
Do you miss me when I'm gone?
These are just words,
No affection or emotion,
But you cannot even manage words,
Let alone physical actions,
Where did you go?
I sometimes wonder,
If I did the right thing,
If I feel for the right person,
If the hearts had any sentiment,
If the song you named after me was true.
A.I. DibA.I. Dib10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"For the last time I am not a robot!" Dib argued with Zim tailing behind him. Usually he was the one watching Zim's every move but this time it was reversed. Earlier that day Zim had been adding small mentions to Dib that sounded stupid at first but now was just annoying. Talking about mechanisms and the abnormal features on Dib. About his head and wondering how his body supported such a burden of weight. Zim had poked fun at his head before, but not as often in a single day.
"How long have you had those glasses anyway?"
"Pfft I don't know, as long as I can remember- Argh! Just go away Zim! You're giving me a headache."
"And that arm control nerve. You're the only one with one. Where do you think it came from?"
Dib spun around irritated at Zim. "Are you going to follow me all the way home? Go home and try plotting something stupid!"
"I am not a robot! Jeez! I'm human! Not some android! There's a huge difference between me and your evil robot henchman if you haven't noticed."
Four poemsWordsFour poems11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are all I hear.
Lies upon lies
are what they are.
cut me deeply.
that never seems to fade.
let guilt destroy me.
is my fault.
All these words
do so much damage,
but no one knows...
and no one cares.
I feel so little sympathy,
for the poor cursed strangers I meet.
I care little for the world and it's views,
defying them all for no reason then I can.
I have no passion, I have no drive...
I simply live the life handed to me.
Because I'm cold.
People avoid looking me in the eye,
my frosty gaze unsettles them.
My emotions seem to be non-exsitant,
because they are so numb.
I am so distant from people,
only watching as they die.
Because I'm cold.
There's more to me then that.
A deep longing hidden deep within,
that no one seems to see.
A part of me that screams out,
begging for someone's warm embrace...
because I'm cold.
Take my hand, please?
because I need you so much
that it terrifies me
Grim Tales Of Mandy SummarySummary: 20 years Into Megaville's Future....Grim Tales Of Mandy Summary6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mandy Is Now Her Mid-20s, Married To Jack Reaver/Ghost Rider
The Mother Of two Children (Jack Jr. And Malina) And Working As a School Teacher.
Mandy Has Long Since Left The Nightmare Of Her Evil Self: Mistress Amanada Behind Her.
Though, She Is Still Plauged By Haunting Visions....Which Only get Worse One Fateful Day
When Grim Goes On a Trip To Visit His Brother: Jack Skellington At Halloween Town....
And Invites Mandy And Her Family With Him!!!!
Mandy's Nightmarish Visions Of Amanda And Halloween Town Make Her Nervous About The
PoemsGone is what we used to be.Poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I regret it now; I finally see....
It's time to set these feelings free
That once almost destroyed me.
You probably don't think it's true,
But, yes, I was in love with you.
I just now realized that we're through,
And I think it's split my heart in two.
Even though I know we're over,
Sometimes I still look over my shoulder,
Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.
I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.
One day soon it will break,
But what difference does it make?
I have realized my mistake,
But, alas, it is too late.
To have ever loved in the first place
Was what brought me to such disgrace.
By staying here, I'm losing face.
By leaving, my hopes go to waste.
I won't try to get back together;
I don't think that would work, not ever,
But losing you's got me feeling rather
Not quite right....under the weather.
I know you may not get this letter;
That's probably for the better,
And while my rhyming scheme's not clever,
Make Me Pretty -Poem-You hide your face and hide it fast,Make Me Pretty -Poem-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're no stranger to this mask,
The box you keep of magik and tricks,
"Nothing a little lip gloss won't fix."
You open the box, contents unfurled,
Your barricade from this world,
Powder and lipstick create a fake smile,
Her pale face must not be seen, it's not her style.
Eyeliner lies, hides faith from your eyes,
Blusher conceals and burns what is real.
Why can't you see,
Beauty is for free?
Elegance is from within,
Not man made from a tin.
You hate yourself, you lack esteem,
Boys in your class are all so mean,
Due to remarks; some blunt, some witty,
You open your box and pray,
"Make me pretty."
The Night I Stood AloneThe Night I Stood Alone5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The stars in my youthful eyes were ripped out without warning.
There was a possible life pregnant with the chance of lovers.
Now that time is gone like the darkest hour of night.
Chances of happiness are over now normality is just a mirage.
A vision of you holding your hands out for me in that dark corner that I called my home.
You brought me out into the light all shaking and afraid.
And within those short seconds I stood tall and powerful in the light, reaching for it.
Parched and battered soul was just begging for someone who truly wanted to move in and take over my heart.
Now I stand here ALONE.
Alone is how it was meant to be from the start of the addicting love we shared.
At times all that consumed my body was to get my fix from you and your beautiful light you brought with you.
But you took your light from me, because others told you to be ashamed of this thing, this strange Romeo and Juliette love.
Tragic in it's' beauty but only for a moment in time.
Then we for
Lavey Satanism in a nutshellSatanism is often mistaken as being a religion that encourages cruelty and irresponsible behaviour, but LaVey's brand is very different. There is a libertarian element; diversity is encouraged, everyone is expected to discover their own sexuality, chart their own personality, and decide their own ambitions in life. In this stress on individuality, Satanism is considered a "Left-Hand Path" religion.Lavey Satanism in a nutshell10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The LaVeyan Satanist does not generally believe in the Judeo-Christian-Islamic idea of God; the function of God is performed and satisfied by the Satanist him/herself. That is, the needs of worship, ritual, and religious/spiritual focus are directed, effectively, inwards towards the Satanist, as opposed to outwards, towards God. A LaVeyan Satanist is likely to differ from other types of Satanist in this respect; in LaVey's philosophy, God is rarely mentioned, and never discussed directly. A LaVeyan Satanist is less likely to hold a belief in God than a Satanist who sees Satan as a rival to G
I am the One_AC PoemsI am the One_AC Poems4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
Ye Chang Meng Duo: Chapter 10Ye Chang Meng Duo: Chapter 10Ye Chang Meng Duo: Chapter 109 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Disclaimer: Nickelodeon (and all others) own Avatar: The Last Airbender. I own whatever I write/create. Dont steal and dont sue.]
[A/N: This is a collaborative work between myself, and the artist Mag (fortheloveofpizza.deviantart.com). Please make sure to visit Mags deviantArt page for artwork that is, not so much inspired by this story, as the story is inspired by Mags exceptional imagination. The title is Chinese for, The longer the night lasts, the more our dreams will be.]
Youre never going to come back, are you? Aang, hand still closed around Appas horn, turned to look over his shoulder. Katara stood just away from man and bison with her hands at her sides, her eyes shining in the dim twilight.
After all of this, I dont really want to, he replied. But youre still my family.&
Depressing PoemsSorry --Depressing Poems8 years ago in Other More Like This
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
A ShadMaria Story: Chapter 27I'm back! I hope you like this chapter, it'll explain all about M-chan.A ShadMaria Story: Chapter 277 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This chapter also picks up right after the end of the last one.
Chapter 27: Secrets of M-chan's Past
When Amy was out of sight, Sonic noticed Knuckles' expression.
"Like you've never been afraid of what Rouge would do to you!" Sonic said, angrily.
"Never happen. Rouge isn't nearly as strong as me." Knuckles said smugly.
"Oh, really?" Rouge said, from behind Knuckles' chair.
The echidna froze.
Rouge walked around the chair to face Knuckles.
Knuckles gulped nervously as Rouge looked down at him.
"You think you're stronger then me, huh?" Rouge asked, leaning down to be eye level with Knuckles.
"Not exactly..." Knuckles said with a nervously smil
The Dalzell KnockoutThe Banana Bar wasn’t Conner Dalzell’s sort of place. I was behind it slicing lemons, wincing at acid burns, when he walked in alone in a buff duffel coat. The guy was at least fifty, maybe older, his hair turning white.The Dalzell Knockout4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight was student night, all the cocktails were half price, and fresher girls were getting fresh with lecherous finalists in the faux-leather booths. Conner Dalzell stood in the doorway for half a minute and I thought he would leave. But he took off his coat and searched for a peg to hang it on. To his evident surprise, he didn't find one, so he flung it over his elbow and waddled to the bar.
“What would you recommend then?” he asked. My hands were sticky with lemon juice. I hastily wiped them on my apron.
“Our featured cocktail today is the Blue Lagoon Special: vodka, blue curacao, and white wine.”
“Sounds awful,” he said, slipping from the barstool he’d tried to mount. “What’s blue
Behind YouBehind YouBehind You6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I sleep, I walk a different world. It's not a dream world. The land of dreams is an insubstantial plane of smoke and hallucinations. My midnight existence is a very real place, both like and completely unlike the daylight world.
This world of mine may be a dream world to you, in some ways. Just as the world of daylight is for me. You see, when I sleep, I exist in a half form of sorts. No attention is ever paid to me, and yet, without my knowledge or permission, I am used, abused and then ignored.
In the world of daylight, I am called a shadow. While the sun is the sky, my flimsy self attaches itself to a human and mimics it. I walk, talk, jump, eat, doze all just docilely copying what you do without being aware of it, or understanding why.
But when the Sun goes down, your dream world what I would call my place of midnight existence, comes alive. After all, this world of mine completely shadows yours. So when yours goes to sleep, mine wakes up
A ShadMaria Story: Chapter 29Phew, I think I'm finally starting to get better at time management.A ShadMaria Story: Chapter 296 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Here's the key: Sleep Deprivation!
Best thing to ever happen!! I've got more time to get everything done now!!
(Yes, I'm kidding. I don't encourage it... it's not fun.)
And here's your monthly update!
Chapter 29: To Colony Ark We Go! part 2
After the movie, which was more 'Best of Sonic Being Beat Up' montage, the group slowly split up for the night.
Sonic was still sulking over everyone laughing at him getting beat up, and seemed to be melting into the couch.
After several attempts by Amy and Tails to move him, they decided to let the blue hedgehog be.
Shadow and Maria headed upstairs as M-chan leaned over the back of the couch and poked Sonic in the head.
Great Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 2How Times ChangeGreat Mouse Detective - How Times Change - Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter II - Dawn of a New Century
A young bat, age sixteen, hurried to his home on Baker Street, a scarf pulled tightly around his neck to protect him from the December frost. It was late and he had managed to sneak out for a drink or two with some of his escaped old criminal friends in celebration of the coming New Year. He had to do so in secret due to his guardians, the famous Basil of Baker Street and his assistant David Q. Dawson, both having quams with the drinking habits he had acquired in his criminal youth.
"Fidget!" A voice called to him from nearby and his ears perked up in alarm. His back, tensed at the prospect of having been caught, relaxed as he recognized the voice's owner: none other than his good friend, the young Olivia Flaversham. He turned and smiled, waving at the approaching Scottish mouse.
"'Ello toots." He greeted when she was only a foot away from him. His smile
Ch. 1 - School's OutSchools OutCh. 1 - School's Out8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mandy comment: Live your life before you start another!
- Nergal Junior, report to the principals office immediately!
Principal Goodvibes voice echoed through the schools intercoms and all classmates gave Junior some nasty looks.
- You heard the speaker, Junior! Ms. Butterbean said to him. Go to the principal!
- Im going... Junior said and left the classroom.
He entered the principals office where Goodvibes looked more upset than he usually is.
- You wanted to see me, Principal Goodvibes? he asked the principal.
- Yes, Junior! he said with a sigh. It has reached my knowledge that you had a conflict with a certain Mr. Sperg today. Is that right?
- He was harrassing Pudn again, sir! He always does, he usually harrass me as well! I felt it was time somebody evened the score!
- But you see, Junior. Sperg is a bully, bullies are supposed
Deathnote Fanfic ch.3 Alone at his computer at task headquaters, L was left to think on the occurences of earlier that day. A blowjob from Mr. Hottie-but-probably-Kira himself. Was that the right thing to do? Maybe he should have waited until he had a stronger relationship with Light before letting him touch him there? He had only just met him and he was already fond of him. What would he do if he really did turn out to be Kira? Would he be able to turn in his friend?Deathnote Fanfic ch.38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To put it bluntly: L was confused.
And on top of that Mr. Yagami had a heart attack and a new Kira had surfaced.
"Great," he mumbled to himself after another bite of the delicate strawberry pastry set down on the table next to him. He ran a hand through his black hair. He needed some air. Silently he got up and made his way to the door of his appartment, to the elevator, and finally to the front doors of the lobby. The night air was refreshing to say the least. He took a large gulp of air, fillin
The RevolutionThe RevolutionThe Revolution10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the brim we're filled with sin
Blind to the pain we're causing
Inconsiderate voices rise for attention
While others in need grow too weak to speak
Self involved girls and boys steal more than their cut
Leaving scraps for the starving and pained
And I watch through burning, near blinding tears
As they kill each other for destructive self gain
We need a haven, those of us still sane
A world safe from the harsh wind and desensitized minds
A world of support and equality that leaves hate behind
We'll regain our humanity and heal mistreated souls
And teach against the intolerance that's blinding
Our differences bind us closer together
And our voices become one
And as we stand strong, together in unity
The Revolution will come