Another Bloody Love Poem (For Valentine Scrooges)Roses are Red,Another Bloody Love Poem (For Valentine Scrooges)5 months ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
Violets are blue,
You talk about love,
and that makes me want to spew.
The topic itself is confusing,
and really is a drag,
and for a guy to talk about love,
it really makes him feel like a fag.
in primary school it sucked,
because it was primarily based on looks,
as for me, I had none,
so I stuck at the library and read some books.
high school wasn't any better,
in truth, it was probably worse,
the only chicks that would talk to me were the ugly ones,
and so, I didn't want to converse
if experiencing first hand wasn't bad enough,
watching others was truly a pain,
all the fighting, complaining and breakups,
in the end, they are the ones to blame.
Those boyfriends that stalk their girlfriends,
can get really weird,
it may seem cute at first,
but later gets feared.
Those girlfriends that hate their boyfriends,
really are an odd bunch,
if they hate their boyfriends so,
why do they make-out so much?
people would call this lessons of life
and as part of growing up
but when re
Valentine's tankawinter morning sunValentine's tanka5 months ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
as the smile
I hope you share
NaNoWriMo synopsis: The Lying DivisionA thief by trade, Klyte is forced into the secret Lying Division. His job is to keep the peasants content by twisting the truth, but it's not that simple. Visere, the captain of the division, says everything they do is legal. But Visere's a Liar. And a killer.NaNoWriMo synopsis: The Lying Division3 years ago in 2011 More Like This
Within days, Klyte sees how hard their job is. The vigilantes of the kingdom are desperate to reveal the veil of lies, to show the citizens how blind they have been. They want a rebellion, and they'll do anything to get it. Visere calls for a hunting trip, a much-needed break from the job. It soon dissolves into chaos and, for the first time, the Liars are faced with a group of people just as cunning as they are.
Then Klyte realises that his worst fear shouldn't be the vigilantes. It shouldn't be the impending civil war. It should be the person right in front of him, smiling that knowing smile and twirling a knife behind their back.