i mistook the redness of our bloodi mistook the redness of our bloodi mistook the redness of our blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was only autumn
slowly strangling summer
Eulogy for a DreamEulogy for a DreamEulogy for a Dream10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why do we give up on dreams? What is our rationalization for letting a perfectly good dream die? What the hell am I talking about... you never died, I'm burying you alive, and you're not stopping me.
With every spadeful of Mother Earth that falls, you fade from view. My dream: the only thing that kept me breathing... I'm killing you. There are few people I loved more than you, and once they left, you became my only escape, the only way I could feel like I meant anything. You gave me what nothing else gave me: a destination. And I'm ending all that.
I have to. I always promised that I would never let anything else bring about your end, so I must do it myself. The tears are the easy part, damn them. I can't let anyone see them. I can't let anyone see how much you mean to me, or it would never end. The hideous chuckling, I mean. They never could understand why I chose you as an obsession, and some wouldn't believe me if I tried to convey to them all you've done f
Moaning ::Frerard:: The follow is a comical Frerard story based loosely on things that have happened and mixed with a hell of a lot of things that haven't. Comment and fave or a kitten will shoot iteself. Babies. Yeah. Note: If you haven't seen the video for Gerard Way's moaning, I suggest you check it out. I highly recommend "Gerardgasm" on Youtube. ^_^ Not only is it amazing, but you'll understand the story more. Now enjoy, ya perves.Moaning ::Frerard::8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moaning has got to stop.
That is, word for word, what Frank thought as he strummed the chords for their bands newest song. Had anyone been looking at him and not the moaning vocalist, they would have seen that he had rolled his eyes somewhere between three and five times, shook his head in disapproval between four and six times, and, for around twenty-five seconds, had not taken his gaze off of Gerard.
There was no moaning in this song. Frank knew. He had helped write the lyrics. He did not recall writing down, Do you have the key to the hotel? Because I'm g
I Really HATE That GuyI don't like that person. Actually...I Really HATE That Guy3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I found out recently that I may truly despise that boy.
I'm rather jealous of him.
My stomach churns and twists whenever people applaud him.
I'm jealous of his eloquence and outgoing personality.
I feel denounced every time he wins an award, wins a smile. He's almost better than me in each and every way. Sports, grades...life.
And yet, despite my trapped and bitter feelings,
I'm intrigued by him as a moth by the glowing lamplight.
Like a magnet, he pulls my attention closer and closer.
I can't help but admire him, respect him, laugh with him….My heart is pulled in two directions each time he laughs….each time he successfully jokes about something.
I am really jealous of him….Yet, at the same time, I'm awed by his appearance. He feels like an alien…
I think he lives in another world.
The people he interacts with are so different from mine…
The conversations he shares with others….the way he looks at his sur
100 things--Draco100 THINGS DRACO MALFOY WOULD NEVER DO100 things--Draco8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. date a mudblood
2. buy a fantasy trick wand from Fred and George's shop
3. bring Harry flowers in the hospital wing
4. dye his hair red and pretend to be a weasley
5. wear an 'I love Harry' pin
6. ask Madeye Moody to turn him back into a ferrit for old time's sake
7. have a duel with Ron over who gets to marry Hermione
8. wear pink tights
9. tell Voldemort that his cloak makes him look fat
10. get a picture of Hagrid tattooed on his butt
11. use magic to stop world hunger
12. go on a world tour with the wiggles
13. sing a JLo song for American Idol tryouts
14. use the phrage 'grody to the max!' in normal conversation
15. ask Lupin to adopt him
16. cry because his daddy beats him with a pimp cane
17. use magic to give himself kitty ears
18. buy a pink pigmy puff and name it Harold
19. have a stareing contest to the death with the gargoyle in front of Dumbledor's office
20. put his cloak in a closet and find Narnia
21. ride a centaur
22. join S.P
SSBB Moveset Petey PiranhaPetey PiranhaSSBB Moveset Petey Piranha9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A: Slaps with Arm 4-6%
AA: Slaps with other arm 6-8%
AAA: Headbutts after slapping 9-11%
A>: Strong Slap 7%
Smash A>: Headbutts in forward direction 9-10%
A^: Hops and hurts enemy above 5%
Smash A^: Headbutts upward with tremendous force 7-11%
Av: Twirls head around knocking around enemies around him 5-6%
Smash Av: Bashes head to ground and makes shockwave 8-10%
Running A: Jumps forward and tackles enemy with head 6-7%
Air A: Twirls in air hitting enemies around him 5-6%
Air A^: Does an aerial backflip kicking enemy above him 4-7%
Air A>: Bites enemy in air 6-8%
Air A: Tornado: Whips a tornado into forward direction that shoots enemy into air likes tornadoes in SSB:64 Hyrule Castle 8-11%
B^: Petey Whirlwind: Like Link's B^ except Petey puts sticks out both arms and spins. Goes higher than link's B^ 9-12%
Bv: Dive: Exactly like Petey's dive attack in Partners in Time. 30% of cannonball dive happening, which acts like a downward screw atta
Girasol - GiratinaSix legs with eightGirasol - Giratina8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all them glitters gold
The shamed guardian of spirits fate
Refused to do as told
With all them glistens gold
Death to those ye held dear
The renegade who failed yet told
Of his human form he keeps so near
Life to those the disgrace held dear
Cherished his humanity, required to die
The soul keeper abandons in fear
Gathers before the first few born, ask only why
Treasures his humanity, for now he has judgment
To curse those scorned by his tainted ploy
Reaffirms those churning space and mind, and went
Fate sealed with the realms and the Original One destroys
Ye loved those scorned by your tainted ploy
The shamed guardians ironic fate
Pitying words sealed the world, left behind those three
Six legs with eight
TomboyTomboyTomboy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wont wear a dress nor a skirt
Makeup is for girls
You see me shopping for baggy clothes in the boys section
Not to be mixed up with a butch lesbian
No I am not gay stop hooking me up with your girlfriend
I grew up this way
I played with ninja turtles and batman action figures
I didnt care much for dolls or Barbie even though there were
Moments of time when I pretended to be mom and Ken had his girls
I was more concerned if I was going to get to play with batman today
Instead I had to be robin but it still made my day
As I grew older I had to put the girly things on and act lady like this I despised very much
To this day I still have to play girl in order for the world around me to accept me for that first impression
I have the balls to play their games
I play the same action, war, adventure games with my brother
I burp just as loud or as louder than my boys
I am given hell but I throw it right back just as strong
Redneck jokesYou're Probably a Redneck if...Redneck jokes8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
by Jeff Foxworthy
More than one living relative is named after a southern civil war general.
Your front porch collapses and more than six dogs are killed.
You ever used lard in bed.
Your home has more miles on it than your car.
You think that potted meat on a saltine is an hors d'oeurve.
There is a stuffed possum anywhere in your house.
You consider a six-pack and a bug-zapper high-quality entertainment.
Fewer than half of your cars run.
Your mother doesn't remove the Marlboro from her lips before telling the State Trooper to kiss her ass.
The primary color of your car is "bondo."
You honestly think that women are turned on by animal noises and seductive tongue gestures.
You stand under the mistletoe at christmas and wait for Granny and cousin Sue-Ellen to walk by.
Your family tree doesn't fork.
Your hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan.
Your mother has been involved
The Bessy operations manual.The Bessy(my computer) operations manualThe Bessy operations manual.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What to do when a page will not come up: Pet Bessy and talk to her like a beloved pet. If that doesnt work, scratch her behind the monitor, she loves that. Give her time, dont try and rush her, shell just get more confused. Never resort to violence! Unless absolutely necessary. If all else fails, shut Bessy off and give her an hour to rest. Then turn her back on.
What to do when Bessy free
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
text message translatorYou say: Hitext message translator5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I interpret: I'm acknowledging your existence.
I respond: Heyy
I mean: I love acknowledging yours.
You ask me: What are you doing later ?
I tell you: nothing.
You say: same.
I say: Let's do nothing together,
and you say okay.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Ring a Bell- Tales of VesperiaRing a Bell- Tales Of Vesperia *Bonnie Pink*Ring a Bell- Tales of Vesperia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching up for no man`s land
To take a breath and take a chance
I walk a thousand nights to change the world
Where to go ? When to stop ?
Who to trust ? What to say ?
Found them all, just need someone to share
It's now in the dusk every day to everyone
Ain't so strong, I ain't so strong to go
Living in life as it`s not the way to live
I wish you could hear me say that I miss you
Why were we there back to back ?
Why were we there face to face ?
I must be the light when you`re in the dark
If you lose me somewhere, and your tears are in the air
I will ring a bell until you feel me by your side
Looking up into the sky, looking for the reason
Why I'm here, and why you can't be here
Who's to hate ? Who`s to blame ?
Who's to hurt ? Who`s to love ?
Who decides ? Why we can`t we be the same ?
Try to believe walking down the lonesome road
Ain`t so far, I ain't so far from you
Staying the way you are means solitude
I wish you were here and
Viva La VideogamesI used to rule the gameViva La Videogames7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My gamerscore was a million and eight
Now I can never get in the zone
Lose to n00bs who I used to pwn
I used to always play
Save the world thirty times in a day
Listen as the voice would yell
Headshot! Dominating! M-M-M-MONSTER KILL!
One minute I was hardcore
Now I'm lucky if I get to score
And I discovered that my points depend
Upon 1 hit point heavies 5 feet from my head
I hear my teammates all say I'm stinking
Women hate me and my grades are sinking
Me, my shotgun, my sword and shield
My missions all failed with my squadmates killed
For some reason I can't explain
Once I logged on there was never
Never a frag that came
And that was when I ruled the game.
It was a seldom and easy kill
That kept me trying to get back my skill
My rank on the server was negative one
People couldn't try to be bad as I'd become
Camping snipers always hope
For my head to pass through their scope
A chosen hero who can't slay a newt
Oh, who would even bother to shoot?
I hear my teamma
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
BORINGI hate poetry.BORING5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lines of stupid text bore me.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Like Leaves: The StoryLike Leaves: The Story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once there was a an ancient crone who lived in a little house next to an old graveyard. She lived there for many years but because she was lonely and bitter, she had no friends in town. Sometimes, on a moonlit night, her neighbors would see her shadowy figure lurking near the edges of the forest, but they rarely spoke to her. Years went by and they saw her out of doors less and less. One day, a young man came to the little house and left with some suitcases and several pieces of furniture. The windows were dark for several weeks after that. She was dead, the neighbors told each other. She had finally gone, and the little house was now empty. Some of the townspeople sighed with secret relief.
In fact, there were rumors in the town that the old crone had been a witch, and so they were afraid of her little house, of the spells that might be cast over it, and of the ghosts that surely haunted the graveyard nearby. The shingles on the roof began to rot away, the chimney crumbled, and vines
The WolfLook deep inside the eyes of the wolf:The Wolf11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will see the stars and the heavens,
the hunt and the kill,
the beginning and the end,
the past and the future,
the captive and the wild,
your soul and your fate.
Final Smashes - YTP VersionCharacter: FadFinal Smashes - YTP Version7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mario: All toasters toast toast.
DK: (numa numa song)
Link: How about a kiss?
Samus: I'M A FIRIN MAH LAZAR!
Yoshi: Red bull gives you wings! - Fireballs? Yum!
Kirby: I wonder what's for dinner.
Fox: Do a barrel roll!
Pikachu: (electric toaster noises)
Luigi: That's Mama Luigi to you, (character name in announcer's voice)
Jigglypuff: Magic Balloon.
Captain Falcon: FALCON PUNCH! (from the Japanese anime)
Ness: Rain pours down through my handsome volcanic rocks!
Bowser: (creepy cd-i laugh)
Peach: EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!
Zelda/Sheik: You've got to be kidding.
Ganondorf: YOU MUST DIE!
Falco: Geez louise what is that?!
Marth: Hello there!
Mr. Game & Watch: (swear word bleep)
Ice Climbers: Look what I made! - That's a stone, you didn't make it! - It's a football! I chisled it!
Diddy Kong: Bombs? You want it?
Toon Link: It sure is boring around here.
Zero Suit Samus: Giggetygiggetygiggety!
Meta Knight: You will die!
King Dedede: THE BIG GAY DANCE!
Wolf: Can't let you do that, Star