Gunslinger of ManhattanI'm a gunslinger. Gun at my side and ammo in my mouth, I take on the world. I come from the West, where the mountains rise like giants and the wind is sweeter than honey. The city is no match for me! With pearly-whites and shine on my gun, I take on the world.Gunslinger of Manhattan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've never hurt a soul. What good is a gunslinger then? Even with a gun and bullets, I stride down this metropolitan, shamed as all can be. My boots click the pavement like a sad metronome, knocked out of shape from previous escapades. The city-slickers look at me with their black suits and ties, trying to find some meaning in my existence.
Some things don't need a reason to exist, an
AffinityNebulous incredulous inflammable clopidolAffinity4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Inoculate and alienate astringent frothy seidel.
Fraternity discrepancy instigates the sword;
Sedate and asphyxiate to terminate discord.
Agnosticism metabolism recedes religious thought,
Intolerance belligerence overtakes the grot
The Morning AfterThe Morning After3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jensen had never been all that good at handling his alcohol. This was one thing that was known as a universal truth. So it was rather important that when he did decide to drink, someone stuck with him, at least until he passed out. That way he didn't do anything to get himself arrested, hurt, or killed. However, one thing none of the Losers could stop him from doing, regardless of his state of sobriety, was keep him from saying something stupid.
This was also known as a universal truth.
And about as futile as trying to stop a force of nature.
So when he did get drunk off his ass, it would usually end with a story that the Losers could
The Revenge of YartekBeware the man who knocks four timesThe Revenge of Yartek3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BANG BANG BANG BANG. "HELLO?" Yartek continued to smash the phone against the brickwork. Some rather expensive technology started to crack and splinter under the strain.
Yartek didn't care. It wasn't his phone.
"I KNOW you can hear me!" he bellowed, his squeaky, girly voice echoing down the phone line. "I can hear you giggling."
"What do I want? You know what I want? I want back in!"
"Yeah, I want to be in Doctor Who again."
"Of course you can do it, you're the producer."
"Sod off! You brought the MACRA back!"
"I don't care if they've got a good union. Screw the Macra."
written in a denny'sThe horrid languid sprawlwritten in a denny's8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of suburbia and shopping malls
Is just a mask
A silly facade for a lonely town
Of lonely songs and lonely faces
Where thoughts of joy are
By the soft pillows of despair
Acertainty that there is no hope
That it will never
In the land of lost faiths
And dreams forgotten
Like a scrapyard of human minds
Where happy thoughts rust in heaps
And shattered bits of memories gather dust
PHILISOFICALLY SINFULPHILISOFICALLY SINFUL8 years ago in Open More Like This
Our sin is great, and we suffer shame; but only perfect and final repetance can make us whole; and we are poor creatures who have learned our human weakness, and we know that if we were in those hard straits again our hearts would fail again, and we should sin as befor. The strong could prevail, and so be saved, but we are lost............
We long to hear thy voice,
to see thee face to face,
the whole wide heaven groans,
and waits to hear that voice....
Nearer, my god, to thee,
nearer to thee,
e'en though it be a cross
that raiseth me.......
And so with all that said and done, thee thouhgts must retreat only
funerealthe hair stood up on the back of my neck,funereal8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the walls in this room seemed like quicksand,
the whole time i known this place was a wreck,
and this world is no place any god's got in his hand,
all the smiling faces only smile while they take,
the only one's that really love are a dream,
reality's a whore with a man's will to break.
ain't it funny when were born we all scream,
but when we expire where as peaceful as lambs?
intuition tells me this place is damned,
and it's fear that shapes every man.
there are ghosts and devils in all that breathes,
and all that breathes is alone and full of need.
there is no soul any more that nev
The Tale of John McCayThere once was a man called John McCay,The Tale of John McCay5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who ghosted our dear little Caliegh away-
We searched through the fields with growing dread,
And there in the orchard, we found her dead.
We hung him that night from an apple bough,
And cast his ashes before the plow.
Our Caliegh we buried in quiet state,
Cursing the man who brought her to her fate.
And while the wind sighed over her grave
They prayed for the lord her soul to save-
But deep in the field, neath furrowed loam
Something stirred in the ash and bone.
- - -
Little child, little child, come hear an old man
Who's tired to the bone.
Give him a little company, child
Things Daleks Would Never SayO-M-G! YOU LOOK FAB-U-LOUS! IS THAT PRA-DA?Things Daleks Would Never Say4 years ago in Humor More Like This
THATS WHAT SHE SAID.
O-KAY, WE GIVE UP. YOU WIN, DOC-TOR.
TIME FOR A MAKE-O-VER, GIRLS!
HEL-LO. MY NAME IS DA-LEK CAAN. YOU KILLED MY FA-THER. PRE-PARE TO DIE.
AM I BOV-VERED?
OH, SOD IT. WHO NEEDS EXTERMINATION ANYWAY? IM JUST GOING TO GO HOME AND MAKE A CUP OF TEA
UNICORNS ARE PRET-TY!
I NEED A HUG
Romance is Dead.Romance is dead, he got in a fightRomance is Dead.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with Envy and Vanity one ominous night.
They bludgeoned him down with their immoral fists,
pinned him to the ground, and grabbed hold of his wrists.
As young Romance struggled against their gold grips
Rage sent a haymaker straight to his lips;
Sexism kicked at him while he was down,
his sorrowful screams echoing throughout town.
Moral Depravity pulled out his hair
while Impartiality did nothing but stare.
His group of assailants continued to grow
but in the end, Birth Control dealt the last blow:
he plunged a dull knife into Romance's heart
and threw his dead body in an old shopping cart.
Post Nuke Dr. SeussThe nukes did fallPost Nuke Dr. Seuss4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And we all did crawl
because we had lost our legs in the process
And then up did bloom
From the crypt and the tomb
A bunch of Zombie Freaks-of-Nature
We ran and we hid
And ya know what we did?
We took stock of our ammunition
We hid in our bunker
Drinking gin, getting drunker
As we blocked the demise of Society
And when the dust had cleared
We had nothing to fear
Except the fallout and radiation
Insomnia: an odeAs I lieInsomnia: an ode5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
late at night
what most poets
nothing rhymes with
The Morning After Part 2The Morning After Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Morning After the Night Before
Jensen stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and walked to the beat up old dresser to find something to wear. He was slightly scared to go downstairs and face Cougar, not knowing exactly what their relationship was becoming. But what scared him even more than that, was having to face Clay. He knew for a fact that Clay was as straight as a two by four, so unless Cougar was lying to him about kissing Clay, he might have to do some apologizing. On the other hand, if Cougar was telling the truth about the fact that Clay happened to enjoy the kiss well Jensen really d
Days at the Academy pt.2Days at the Academy pt.25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I did a face plant into the floor and lay there dramatically. I could hear Ginny sigh.
Itai I muttered.
S-sorry! Tetsuki stuttered.
I looked up at him slowly. My head hurt and I liked to over dramatize things.
You said youd go easy on me! I complained.
Im sorry! he repeated.
Tetsuki held out his hand to help me up. I reluctantly took it and bowed. I quickly went back to my spot next to Ginny and sat down with a huff.
Whats with you? she asked.
I thought I would be better at this. We practiced all summer.
Days at the Academy pt.1Days at the Academy pt.15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aleshi! Slow down! Were not late! Were an hour early for class! Ginny shouted behind me.
I grinned. She couldnt keep up.
I know, but I want to explore the classroom and get good good seats! I responded.
I heard her sigh and giggled silently to myself. We barely had to dodge anyone, seeing as how we were an hour early, so running through the small hallway was easy.
I skidded to a halt in front of the classroom door and caught my breath. I straightened up then noticed Ginnys reiatsu wasnt there I looked around then shrugged it off. Maybe she got lost?
Aleshi's HitsoryZanpaku-toAleshi's Hitsory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sealed form: Like all zanpaku-tos, Ginryu (Silver Dragon) looks like a normal katana in its sealed form. The hilt wrapping is red and the cross guard is a sixteen pointed star. On the end of the hilt is and engraving of a five pointed star= 21 points.
No one can figure out if that means something or not.
Ginryu no Gesshoukoken (Silver Dragon of the Moonlight Heaven) Bankai of Ginryu. The zanpaku-to transforms into a complete ice type when bankai is released.
Attack: Gekkou Fubuki. (Moonlight Blizzard) Aleshi brings her zanpaku-to in a full clock wise circle motion, creating a ring of ice. She then pushes her
Alternate Kagerou FicAlternate Kagerou Fic2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A pretty woman in a brown and pink striped dress, carrying a cafeteria tray with a salad and cup of chicken noodle soup, sits down directly across the table.
Well now. Maybe this one won't threaten to rape you.
She's got the kind of face you'd expect from a French model, round brown eyes under thoughtful brows, her lips are pale and naturally smiling, and her nose has a slightly Jewish touch to it. She's wearing large spectacles and the silliest pair of wooden craft-class gag earrings you've ever seen on a woman so otherwise cultured. She has a name tag which identifies her as Dr. Di Lucien. Her ID picture is horrible and looks nothing like
Telltale MarksTelltale Marks7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin
That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger
(it feels so early, being up before noon.)
I watch you sleep, golden lashes brushing round cheeks
The morning sun filters through the curtains
(it looks like a halo around your head.)
A brief flash of my closet romantic
I unplug the alarm clock
(no need for reality to interrupt.)
I know you're not really asleep
That half smile, faintly dancing on your lips gives you away
(i know you too well.)
I let you pretend anyway,
It's all part of the game we play.
(like children we make believe.)
Your fingers tug at my own
PLAYGOODUhm, in intercourse we struggle withPLAYGOOD7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Form - playgood! And then it's
interaction - what do you think?
That these words are like something,
not more, and that's always,
fine with me, something, it's all
right - what do you think?
- Something like playgood, it's OK.
Sea glasswaiting like sea glassSea glass8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand of
a giant beach
to catch the eye
of a passerby
glinting in the light of a setting sun
glowing rosy like a floating peach
sitting smooth yet rough
a common thing made rare with ease
by the incessant pounding of the waves of life
chilled by the salty breeze
Twice as appealing as gold or jewels or other fingerware
by the obscurity and special magic of discovery in the sand
doe-eye brown or ocean green or white as cloudy air
Smashed and broken by someone else is treasure in your hand
And did n
NightmareSleep?Nightmare8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who could sleep?
And let the darkness into your soul?
And, surrendering consciousness,
Into that gaping hole
Of the inner self gone wrong?
No, a braver man you'll never find,
But i can not face what's in the mind
When all pretense of control is gone.
And like the gripping siren's song,
All reigns on the steed of thought are wrung
From the hand of the rider who, flung
Off the back of his horse is lost.
To wander the maze of twisted deeds and plots,
Till from the Nightmare's labrynth of pain,
He is jerked free to breathe fresh air again.
And live in fear
Of when he might chance to hear,
The hoofbeats of anoth
You and Your Waifu - Katawa ShoujoIn a parallel universe, there is an Earth where you and your beautiful waifu exist together happily.You and Your Waifu - Katawa Shoujo5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Rin make art together, and she gladly teaches you because you understand her. All of the odd ramblings that she comes up with actually have meaning to you, and you enjoy pondering the mysteries of life at her side. You enjoy all of the silly things that you do with her, and you are always grateful that you are able to be with her. You are there for her when she needs you - When she cannot complete tasks that require arms, you are there. When she needs to talk things over with someone who truly understands her, you are there. And when
Path of DestinyPath of Destiny8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do we ever relies our dreams
For the future, that we carry
Now in our live that means
So much, that anything that
Would happen would shock
Us and taint us with a malicious
Vile of only hate and death.
To walk every step that we have
To do isn't the truth answer that
We want now is it?
To take the easy way, the easy
Step to the colorful ocean
Is what we want?
But truly we only face a dead forest
Filled with the macabre scent of only
Does that truly know what pain?
And bloody hands of our bitter
Defeat of feeling like nothing
Underneath the pressure of life.
Every step taken is nothing to bear
Which is nothing for us to ta
YKYWTMNW...YKYWTMNW...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. everything you see can, and will be, related to something from Naruto.
2. Lee finds his way all over your notes. And your blog. And drawn on your arms.
3. you draw curse seals on your friends.
4. come to think of it, you also write 'KONOHA FOREVER!' on the back of said friend's neck.
5. you own a hitae-ate.
6. you own bright orange legwarmers that made the nice people in the shop stare at you for buying, and jump when you yelled 'YOSH!' and sat down immediately to put them on.
7. You have dubbed Kisame 'the freaky sharky'
8. You mother asked you when Lee is coming over.
9. Said mother then asks what's wrong with you when you t