Loser BoyfriendLoser Boyfriend11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want a loser boyfriend.
The dork in the back of the class.
I want the guy who got wedgies
and never was able to eat lunch.
I want the guy with the big glasses
I want the one who never talks.
I want the one without any friends.
I just want a loser boyfriend.
I dont want to compete
or struggle to keep his attention.
I dont want to share weekends
With his boys, when they go out.
I want a loser boyfriend damn it.
I dont want to have to wait around
entertain myself while hes out with friends.
I didnt go out tonight.
I was going to spend the evening with him.
But he cant say no.
He cant just stay for me.
I hate competing for my love
I hate this waiting, it hurts my hope.
I want a loser boyfriend
The guy in the back of the room.
Who has no friends and no one
no one knows his middle name.
I want the loser boyfriend
I want the clingy guy.
The one whos never kissed before.
The one whos a virgin inside.
I want the loser
n00b form letters. -fuckspeakDear Sir/Madame,n00b form letters. -fuckspeak8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are receiving this letter due to your remarkable inability to type in a comprehensible language, and your subsequent soiling of the _****_ forum. Those with mental disabilities, and those who learned English as a foreign tongue notwithstanding, one should never allow oneself to look quite so ignorant as you recently did. Should this embarassing and insulting bastardization of the written word continue, a sound pwning will be in order.
Shy BoyShy BoyShy Boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just the shy boy who can't express his thoughts correctly.
Only way to fully communicate is by writing them out.
Hoping that you'll understand of what you read.
But sometimes it isn't so easy since my mind is so complex.
Mazes and puzzles fills the voids, do you think you can survive?
I'm just the shy boy who stutters when he sees a hot guy.
I turn into a blushing mess and I quickly run away.
Can't face them in the eye without being so damn obvious.
But sometimes it's so hard to be brave since I'm easy to read.
Letters and words written on my face, can you see them?
I'm just the shy boy who is afraid to face the real world.
Learn to talk to random strangers since I don't want to be judged.
But the world goes round that way, so I have to deal with it.
But sometimes I just can't take it and I start to get angry.
Can you tell by the expression of my face?
You can't blame me for the things I do.
You're not living in the shoes I wear.
I'm my own person, an individual different f
FrustratedPlease,Frustrated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you now, help
Lend me an ear, hold my hand
I've been wrong, I know. No need to point out, this choice I made
A missed chance, broken oppurtunity
All this time, you were pretending
So fuck what you said, ignore the tears I shed
Leave my life and forsake my name
I'll be here, in the rain
DiffuseLike scattering birds across a sunset,Diffuse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these memories have faded, to my regret.
All these things I cannot remember
are precious times of things that were.
As light recedes in shattering pink,
I seal these moments in timeless ink.
In-DependenceSomeone help me?In-Dependence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm about to fall, I know it.
Will you give me your hand to steady me?
I know it, but I can't stop myself.
Please wait for me, if only a few moments.
I'm wounded, inside and out.
Will you help me stand up again?
I am on the ground where you left me.
Alone and friendless.
I have fallen before.
I will fall again.
And I must help myself up
Bind my own wounds
And continue on.
Come with me.
Unrequited LoveYou look my way, it doesnt mean a thingUnrequited Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I want it to be more
Those looks and smiles you give me
They are what I live for
But you do not know
That every thing you do
Drives me crazy
I just want to be with you
I cant stand it
To see you with her
Your perfect girlfriend
Your precious pearl
But when I see you look at her
I know what is true
You love her more then life
And I know my own is through
But you are my friend
So Ill stay by your side
Until you dont need me
And toss me aside
SwallowI swallowed stones for a girl once,Swallow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tethered a daughter to my arm,
raised her with my own hands,
and pulsed so much blood
through the wire
it became a vein.
Eventually I fell,
slammed to the floor,
like a marionette savagely thrown
against a wall.
My guts were full,
of sediment and
my stomach swelled too much.
I breathed dust and ants,
swallowed as much as I was able,
and tried to get up
with my daughter in tow.
Clumsily falling back over,
with bruised hands and
forced, rough, breathing,
I felt tension
from the other side.
The line pulled taut and hard
and dragged me from its end
across so many splintering boards
I bled from my fingers trying
to fight it.
it frayed and snapped.
Admittedly, I cried for it
and I shoveled debris and carted blood
swearing the whole time
I'd never swallow stones for a girl
Then I met you.
20 Random Facts about Mickey20 Random Facts about Mickey4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. He has barely one single original thought in his head.
Mickey is an amalgamation of nerves, pop culture references and things his parents and elders told him off for. He needs direction in absolutely every aspect of his life and without someone to follow just sort of mills around like a lost sheep. He can't seem to make up his mind without someone there to help make it for him; therefore he can make some extremely dickish decisions based on whoever it is pulling the strings.
2. He was jailed briefly for a combination of minor offences.
His month-long incarceration period is one he doesn't like to talk about. Ever.
3. He's never had a girlfriend.
But really, who's surprised. Mickey has become used to the complete and utter disinterest (and often lashings of pepper spray) shown by the opposite sex, to the point where he barely recognises girls for being objects of affection beyond 'oi she's pretty, wonder if she has food'
4. His parents and siblings are all of
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
December MorningA December morningDecember Morning4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing more and nothing less.
Getting ready to leave those old memories
Where the whispered days
Of olden ways are too dark to remember,
Where the moon bears no resemblance,
To the hidden heavens of remembrance
And where the sky melts into the sea.
A December morning
Nothing more and nothing less.
Waiting for the new life to sprout,
To take new paths and identities;
To leave your old mask and to take over another.
One morning to wake up
Open the windows of life
And look outside to the beginning of a new era,
To the beginning of a new life
The beginning of a new chance.
Meulin and Kurloz Oh Gog it hurt. My ears, they're aching. There's silence, I can't hear a thing. A blurry figure appeared before my eyes. I blinked once to get my eyes to focus. I don't understand, whats happening? My eyes focused on the figure before me and I realized who it was, Kurloz. A familiar face, thank goodness.Meulin and Kurloz1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
"K-k-kurloz?" I said, or at least tried to say, either I couldn't get the words out, or I just can't hear them. I'm going to have to hope it was I couldn't get the words out. His mouth is moving, but I can't hear him. Is he speaking to me? He looks worried, I wonder why. Dimly, I notice something warm and sticky trickling down my neck. Kurloz's hand touches the side of my face. When he pulls back I see blood on his hand. Blood? Am I bleeding? I don't understand, what's happening? His mouth is moving again but I still can't hear him. "Speak louder.. I ... I can't.." I say or am trying but I still can't hear. It's about then I realize what'
TorchlightThe problem with wearing sunglasses all the time was that everything looked darker than it actually was. The lights were pretty much always on in the Strider household - which was more than could be said for the water - and this racked up a heck of a bill. A heck of a bill that neither Strider was particularly fond of looking at. The last one was currently wedged up a red smuppet's ass, that was tucked away under the couch, nose protruding with intent.Torchlight3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Both Striders were sat on said couch, playing a video game that filled the entire of their widescreen TV. The frantic on screen battling was reflected in the lenses of their shades - never leaving the gameplay, never faultering. Aside from the occasional movement of their eyes to glance at each other and their thumbs furiously working their controllers, neither moved a muscle.
That is, until the lights went out.
The screen wiped itself out in a second, the glare of the strip lights above them flickered and were gone, the lamp by the wind
FlutterbyTell me my departed friend,Flutterby4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all the sights you've seen.
Do your wings take you by land,
Or do you go by sea?
I miss you in the moments,
When the air is calm and still.
And then I spy a butterfly,
Perched upon my sill.
I miss your blue green eyes,
Your locks of curly hair.
In the moments of tears and laughter,
I'm longing for you there.
I know I should have told you,
Should have told you all the time.
That I'll love you forever,
My departed friend of mine.
Tell me my departed friend,
Let me know you're free.
When you fly above us all,
Are you looking down on me?
I miss you in familiar places,
When I'm lying in the grass.
I want you here beside me,
I want those moments back.
I miss your golden smile,
And the laughter on your lips.
Did you know I've found someone,
A man to love and kiss?
I wish you could have met him,
He's someone you would have liked.
He mourns your passing with me,
My departed friend of mine.
I'll tell you my departed friend,
All I have come to see.
I'll live life fo
The AlbatrossThe Albatross5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen;
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken
The ice was all between.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
PART I: THE WAIT
Lying prone on an unforgiving bed of powdered ice, kneading his bad hip with one gloved hand as he squinted through a shifting curtain of CO2 sleet, Lawson reflectednot for the first timethat the environmental extremes werent the hardest part to deal with. Not the crushing pressure, nor the bone-deep ache of the relentless gravity, nor the stinging lash of the dry ice particles that was diminished but not eliminated by the buffering fabric of his suit. Not even the cold, which hovered near 50 below at his position on the planet Phorcys frigid equator.
The rain of sleet parted, affording a glimpse of the gray-black storm clouds over the seething ocean of water-ammonia slush. He sucked a metallic m
The LetterAs I write these words I feel like I'm talking to you.The Letter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I should be speaking, but rather I'm writing.
As I look at the paper I ask myself
Do I really know these words?
Or are they my hidden feelings that are talking for me?
If I could only know what you are feeling,
I would know how to explain myself to you,
To show you what you heart always truly meant to me.
But will this be enough for you?
What exactly does a letter means to you?
Just a bunch of words and exclamations
With no real meaning at all?
Or is it the reflection of my hidden feelings,
The other side of the coin that you never knew.
These feelings that I can only explain in words,
Because if I talk to you, every time that I said a word,
Every time that I take a breath,
I would look into your eyes,
And my whole body would feel empty and hopeless.
So I want you to understand,
That as I write these words, I am talking to you.
Metroid AnalysisThere are many science fiction games that lurk within the gaming world today. But there will always be one that will have a special place in our hearts. Metroid has sold millions of copies worldwide and made bestselling lists time and again. Yet as popular as these games are, there are still many mysteries and unsolved theories and questions revolving around the series. However, there has been speculation as to the symbolism and depth that lays the groundwork and very basis of the game.Metroid Analysis4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
At the beginning of the game, we notice Samus is dropped off alone on an alien world to fend for herself. She is the only human for miles around in an area grossly inhabited by many forms of vicious foreign life. However, despite this absence of life, most prominently human, we still manage to catch glimpses of various statues and ruins of old temples that litter the godforsaken rock of a planet. Often accompanying these ruins and statues are ancient depictions of some sort of religious context on the w
OC: The Act Of MatingRating: R for language, PG-13 for the sexual innuendos.OC: The Act Of Mating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: The first meeting between my manself Hunter and Sweet-Tango's manself Tango.
"Hey Hunt! Check it." My eyes reluctantly lifted from the page I was just nearly finished with, following Jonny's gestured finger to a couple a couple bookshelves away "Think if they get jizz all over the books we'll toss them or they'll make us try to clean them off?"
A scoffing laugh tumbled from my mouth that twitched upwards in a half smile. Whole smiles with me were hard to come by but Jon was pretty good at evoking them. Jon was pretty good at evoking any emotion he wanted out of people really. Which was lucky for him and his ever-looking libido. Getting a wink from the bronze-skinned jokester could get a giggle and swoon out of most girls. And some guys too but that was always just for play, Jon was straight as a leather-jacketed motorcycle gang leader. Not as butch, but had
Forgetting SarahI fell for her.Forgetting Sarah2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I did.
I fell for her
Faster and harder
Than anyone before her.
How nice love is.
It seemed so...
Effortless and happy.
I was happy...
Happier than I'd ever been.
Truly, I loved her.
Even though it hurts to say.
And near never since,
Had I felt such passion
But, our time was short.
I wouldn't last.
A harsh word,
A night with no empathy,
Left I, in the morning,
Full of fear.
Is she still there?
I didn't know.
I tried to save us.
I had to save us.
But little did I know,
That very next day,
You already moved on
With my enemy.
The days we shared,
The exciting new kisses,
The hugs full of affection,
I would never know again.
You took away everything,
Everything I ever dreamed
Of having with a woman.
To you, we were a joke.
I was a joke.
Some shoulder to cry on,
Someone to save you from loneliness.
As shameful as it is to say,
I loved her,
Even for just those
Brief weeks I spent
With her in my arms.
The Guy I Know I know a guy. I have feelings for him- love, a crush, puppy love, a thingThe Guy I Know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for him...call it what you like. We're friends, and I don't think he knows how I feel for him. I can't tell
him, in fear that he'll run away from me. Yeah, we talk to each other, and we get along. I don't know
what to tell him, even though he seems like an accepting person. I feel so alone most of the time,
and I don't know who to tell, who to turn to for a word. It keeps stabbing me, and it strikes at
random. I can't shake this feeling of tearful isolation, I'm hemorraging emotionally. I swear
sometimes it's worse than the time that weights fell onto my fingers and made them weep blood
profusely from the pressure. My heart feels like it's be
Q-Bee UMVC3 MovesetQ-Bee UMVC3 Moveset2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Game Series: Darkstalkers
First Appearance: Darkstalkers 3/Vampire Savior (1997)
Health: 925,000 HP Points
Voice Actress: Monica Rial
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 2
Fighting Ability: 5
Q-Bee is a Soul bee from the Makai, her clan of well over 50,000 bees reside. Her clan and her live by a instinct bound oath, anything that moves (Other than themselves) is food that is meant to be defeated and eaten. She fights to not only keep her clan alive, but herself alive as well.
Assist Alpha: Sxp (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Qj
Assist Beta: Triangle A (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Qj
Assist Gamma: Honey of the Soul (Extra, Instant) (Powers up Hyper Bar)
Assist HC: Qj
Q-Bee will first appear as a small bee sipping honey from a jar of honey, then looking up at the opponent as she spins around, transforming into her normal form.