Discorded Chocolate MilkDiscorded Chocolate Milk3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
DISCORD CHOCOLATE MILK
2 TO 3 TEASPOONS OF CHOCOLATE COCO POWDER OR CHOCOLATE SYRUP
1 1/3 CUP OF MILK (16 OUNCES OR SO)
COLD WHIP CREAM OR REDDI WHIP OF ANY FLAVOR
COTTON CANDY(PREFERABLY PINK)
Take the coco mix or syrup and stir it into the milk until fully blended and dissolved. Let chill in the fridge for about 30 to 60 minutes.
Fill the glass with the milk leaving 2 to three inches from the rim (top) of the glass. Take the cold, thick, whip cream and line the top of the chocolate milk leaving a inch or two from the top of the glass.
Now finally take the cloud of cotton candy and gently shape it to fit in the remaining space of the glass, lightly resting it on the whip cream covering.
Now you have a Discord inspired cotton candy drink! Dip the straw
We AreI am the friendWe Are4 years ago in Settings More Like This
who lost his best friend today. I can't move, can't speak. I crumple into myself. I never knew. He never told me anything. I saw them, heard them taunt him. They dragged him down down till that smile of his was just a ghost.
I didn't know it hurt him so much. But somehow I knew someday I would have to face this. I saw the shadows forming, the future setting itself up. I wanted to grip him, pull him close, and never let him go. He had been my best friend, the kid I couldn't think of never seeing again because I never had to. I feared the day that I would wake up and know I would never see him again.
And it came and I don't know what to do. There's nowhere to turn, no one to call, and I wonder if this hollowness will be there forever.
I am the mother
who has to bury her son years before his time. I never knew what went on in his head. I saw his face, saw the fear in his eyes, but I could never break through. He wouldn't tell me. He was too
I Love YouDoes he know?I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But how could he?
Should I tell him now
Or wait for him to make the first move?
Would it be better to just stay away
Or should I try to get closer to him?
Does he know how he affects me?
Does he know the way my heart stops
My breath hitches
My stomach plummets with nerves?
Does he know he keeps the darkness of my mind at bay
Like no one else can?
Is he looking at me
Or just in my direction?
Does he notice how I can barely mumble a coherent sentence
Or how I've become more shy around him?
Does he know I've been watching him from across the room
Whenever I can
Trying to catch a glimpse of his beauty?
Does he know how much the sound of his voice
Leaving me weak in the knees?
Would it be better to leave him
And never make contact with him at all?
Am I deluded for falling so hard for only him
When I usually can't read his emotions?
When there are so many others?
Am I crazy to even have a small bit of hope
That he might possibly feel the same?
Should I complime
lung canceri will die with your name on my lipslung cancer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
The Sea Hurts Because of YouI mailed you a box of seafoam so you could hear the ocean. You grew up somewhere without water, didn't you? I thought you'd like it, but... but then the seafoam leaked out the sides of the box, leaked just like the blood that flowed from your mouth did that day.The Sea Hurts Because of You4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When the ambulance came and took you from me, I was scared.
No, that's not true at all.
I was terrified, I was scared shitless, and I thought I'd never see my Anne again. I was so out of my mind that I couldn't even tell you what my name was if you'd asked then!
I'm sorry for scoffing right there. A little irony got stuck in my throat. And I'm sorry for crying, too. Some of the seafoam got in my eyes and damn, salt stings!
...anyways, I should get back on topic, eh? Not that you care. You're dead, aren't you? Stiff as I was when you first showed me what you looked like naked and we...
No, I can't finish that sentence. I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm trying to pretend that everything's okay and that by addressing you it's
You're Not Dead Yet.You have been called "ugly."You're Not Dead Yet.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
You're running out of time.
But you're not dead yet.
Look at what all you've done with your life.
Take a look in the mirror.
Tell the whole world what you see.
Believe in the fact that there's an afterlife,
Because you're not dead yet.
StorytellerStorytellerStoryteller2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.