Loser BoyfriendLoser Boyfriend12 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. -fuckspeak9 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.
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.
FrustratedPlease,Frustrated7 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
Shy BoyShy BoyShy Boy7 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
SwallowI swallowed stones for a girl once,Swallow3 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.
ZackXCloud - Love Law Ch. 1"And I really need those reports before Friday Zack, are you listening?"ZackXCloud - Love Law Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey there. My name's Zack Fair; I'm twenty-six years old, six foot tall exactly, 170 pounds of rippling muscle with this awesome black, spiky hair and blue eyes. I'm also a pretty nice guy if I do say so myself, to top it off I'm self confident and charismatic, even if everyone else does say I'm just cocky. But hey, it's all part of the charm.
The guy who's talking to me, that's my boss and mentor Angeal, he's the one person who can handle my attitude without resorting to throwing something at me, and we work for the Shinra Law Firm; run by none other that Rufus Shinra, the most well know lawyer in probably the world -this guy's legendary. Angeal? He's one of the next best along with Sephiroth and Genesis, they're pretty creepy guys.
Genesis spends a lot of his working day reading poetry, which is a bitch for his secretary Aerith, but when it comes to representing he knows his stuff, and being one of t
20 Random Facts about Mickey20 Random Facts about Mickey5 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
Stridercest no1The day Dave actually thought he could have feelings for his older brother was the day that the Earth collapsed in on itself along with the rest of the cosmos. However to his dismay that never happened when he realized that he did in fact have feelings for him.Stridercest no12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dave remembered walking into the living room one afternoon, and found his brother in the kitchen without a shirt on. Fair enough, nothing strange about that, after all Dave has seen this more times then he could count, but today was different. Dave just pauses and stands there, watching him. Dirk knew he was there, but never said anything, he just wore a smirk on his face. After a minute Dirk turns around, and leans against the counter. Dave keeps his cool façade up, but in reality he's tense. Of course Dave just lost it when he started to speak. "Like what you see?" Of course he was only teasing, but Dave just lost it. It never should on the outside but inside, his mind was going crazy. "No." Dave responded before he turne
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
In-DependenceSomeone help me?In-Dependence7 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.
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 Carnival5 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
FlutterbyTell me my departed friend,Flutterby5 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
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 Kurloz2 years 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'
The AlbatrossThe Albatross6 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
TortureSometimes I like to torture wordsTorture6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.
I tie them up in sentences
and whip them till they make no sense.
I love the screams of prepositions
while pulling them in odd positions;
and conjunctions make a lovely din
when decapitated by my pen.
I bind the wrists of adjectives
just for the pleasure that it gives
and adverbs leave me hot and bothered
once their meaning is uncovered.
Interjections beg for release
with pronouns trembling on their knees.
And once my fiendish work is done,
you'll find that I have just begun
my scheme to try and make you see
it's not perverse - it's poetry.
December MorningA December morningDecember Morning5 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.
OC: The Act Of MatingRating: R for language, PG-13 for the sexual innuendos.OC: The Act Of Mating5 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 Sarah3 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 LetterAs I write these words I feel like I'm talking to you.The Letter5 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.
Q-Bee UMVC3 MovesetQ-Bee UMVC3 Moveset3 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.
SPEC - GrassbagSitting on a grassland kopje, drinking a good cup of tea and watching the characteristic fiery sunsets of Spec's Africa one feels an odd mix of familiarity and otherworldliness about the scene. Some blame it on the absence of the inimitable acacia trees. Others would put their fingers on the fauna silhouetted against the reds and oranges of the western sky. From the myriad of dark cut-outs on the luminous warm colours, the Grassbag stands out due to its sheer size. Both lone individuals and the male-led crèches can be seen walking along the horizon. The latter contribute more to the peculiar atmosphere, seeming, in their slow ambling, their long necks and disparate sizes to be the careful, humorous perhaps, mix of the concepts of "elephant" and "ostrich". The animal on the whole is plainly neither.SPEC - Grassbag6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The awe-inspiring Grassbag is one of the few remaining large sauropod species on Specworld. Indeed the Grassbag's only competitor for the title of largest land animal is surprisingly cl
One Bed+ZackXCloudWell, Ive got some good news, and some bad news.One Bed+ZackXCloud7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The blond didnt say anything, just shifted in the uncomfortable chair that the innkeeper had shoved him into. She had said that he looked tired. He was, that much he knew, but he hadnt known that it had showed that badly.
Hey! A hand landed on his shoulder and shook him roughly. Are you awake in there, or what?! I just said that Ive got some good news and some bad news!
The blondes eyes shot up and met with those of the black haired boy. Yeah sorry. What is it?
Well, the Innkeeper cleared us a roomcarrying this SOLDIER badge sure has its perks, eh? But the bad news is that it has one bed.
The blond had zoned off again, staring at the fire as it danced around in the fireplace, a dazzling array of reds and oranges and whites and blues.