Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude... in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
lung canceri will die with your name on my lipslung cancer 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,
five second suicideand as i pour myself out on these canvasesfive second suicide in Free Verse More Like This
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infinite futures
that suffocated behind my teeth.
i'm dying in my own penitentiary
with the cell door key in my pocket.
the way you hold methe way you hold methe way you hold me in Free Verse More Like This
as i walked into the open air the brease brushed right
through my hair i felt so warm and i adore the way you
hold me now.
silent crysilent crysilent cry in Free Verse More Like This
a silent cry is like a silent scream
the pain you feel and the way it
seems the way you walk as you
try to talk the time you suffer and
the time you lost the time is gone
the moment is know the fear you
face your heart begins to pound
a silent cry is like a silent sceam
no one hears you or trys to help
this is the fate that you were delt
Our HomeYou whisper in a small roomOur Home in Free Verse More Like This
It echoes all around,
You whisper out in the open air
And silence is your sound.
The world is large, my friend
Much bigger than before,
If you get lost, it is like a maze
There is more than one turn or door.
But the world is also dangerous and chaotic
Control is just a mask,
Hiding the truth from the rest of us
That Anarchy and corruption is our past.
Blood plagues our lands
A stench is in the sky
Poison flows in our waters
And everything must die.
But we have learned to all adapt
In this place we call our own,
We may not be safe in this huge world
But it remains to be our home.
LifeLife is bitter-sweet,Life in Free Verse More Like This
Submerges you in the past,
It laughs at your lost feats,
And you lose yourself too fast.
Life is a cruel man,
It watches as you cry,
Bam! It comes at you once again,
And breaks your heart inside.
So watch your step before you act,
Don't make your move before,
You know it won't affect your next,
And haunt you in the future.
Loving a Android Chp 1Loving a Android Chp 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oi guys!!! I'm made up this extra story at how Cell and Fu got to know eachother and eventually fal in love!!! Hope you guys like it!! I do not own any of the dragonball characters except my own!!!
Chapter 1- A race
Cell was getting bored with the puny humans he killed...too bad the saiyan warriors died so early. He somehow managed to power up his kameha to surpass the kid and he won the Cell Games. But now, he was growing bored of just killing humans...but then he remembered. That saiyan girl...he didn't know where she was and she could be of some entertainment for now.
"hmph..." he chuckled. Yes, she could be of some use. And with that he shot off towards the sky.
On the other part of the city, Furipa was gathering all scraps of food she could find and bring back home as soon as she could. She then gasped when she felt a huge ki coming towards her direction. She hid beside a alley and lowered her ki and hoped he didn't find her. Lord only knows what he could do to her.
Loving a Android Chp 2Loving a Android Chp 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hey guys!!! I decided to do another chapter of my CellxOC story!! Enjoy!!
Chapter 2- A game of Cat and Mouse
Cell arrived at the saiyan girl's house, but to find her not there waiting for him. He growled in annoyence. I had told her precisely that he would come at dawn and yet that girl liked to mock him. He guessed he just had to wake her, and it wouldn't be very pleasant.
He walked inside, hearing a growl behind him. He looked behind him to find the mutt the girl called Sparky (He believes that name is just ridiculous). The doggie growled at him, but soon fled in fear, as Cell was much taller than him, and evil. He grunted and walked around and tried to find the girl's room.
When he finally sensed her, he open the door next to him, and looked around the room. He spotted her in her bed, looking all cozy and warm. Oh how he would love her face when he waked her up. "This is going to be interesting..." he said and grabbed the girl's covers and pryed them off. He heard her
Aretalogy of YemayaI am Yemaya, Queen of the SeasAretalogy of Yemaya in Free Verse More Like This
I am the Mother of the Orisha
I am Yeye Omo Eja
Mother Whose Children are the Fish
I am Yemaya Achaba
I have skill in magick
I am Yemaya Acuaro
I enjoy dancing
I am Yemaya Akuara
I protect the sick
I am Yemaya Akute
I fight with a sharp knife
I am Yemaya Asusu
I accompany the dead
I am Yemaya Awoyo
I wear a crown of rainbows
I am Yemaya Konla
I protect navigators
I am Yemaya Mayalewo
I live in lakes and natural springs
I am Yemaya Okuti
I dance a war dance
I am Yemaya Yembo
I taught Chango to be a man
I am the beauty of the moon
Reflected on the ocean
I am the ruler of the Seven Seas
I sing and dance to my own song
I never steer My children wrong
I teach My children sacred arts
I am the key to their own hearts
I am Yemaya, She of many names
I am Yemaya, Mother of All
A Prayer to YemayaStar of the SeaA Prayer to Yemaya in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you calling me
The crashing of the waves
Remind me of my first home,
Mother of mine own heart
I dance in your name
Embrace me wholly
With your grace
Through my Beginnings
And to my End
Teach me to
Swim in the Oceans
Of my dreams
Hold me close to your heart
Never let me go
IronyA/N: I have no idea where I got this, but I hope you like it. Not my best work but still. Enjoy.Irony in Short Stories More Like This
Soul Calibur: Irony
"He's mine!" Taki argued. Ivy glared at her.
"No, he loves me, not some deranged Ninja." She retorted hotly.
"Why would Link want to be with a women who wears something like that? Your costume practically screams: 'look at me, I've slept with plenty of men'!" Taki criticized.
"I wouldn't talk if I were you. Look at your suit! I can see things my suit keeps in the wraps! At least my nipples don't show!" Ivy shot back, Taki made an exasperated sound as she got angrier.
Link, who was walking by and heard the too, stopped to listen. 'Those two are arguing again? Damn it...' He thought.
"All right, what's the matter now." He said with a sigh as he walked up to the two who stared at each other with a killer glare.
"Link!" Taki exclaimed at seeing him with a heated blush. Ivy grinned and gave a seductive noise as she struck a pose.
Link began to sweat a little at
MY Crochet Staggeringly RosyMY Crochet Staggeringly Rosy in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Crochet Pattern:: Staggeringly Rosy by Mrs. Morgan ::
Can be used to create up to 20 Rosies for sale without additional contact- leave a comment or note to make contact.
Special stitches: Double-Base chain st (db-ch st) ::
In sc just completed, insert hook in front leg of pulled up loop in previous sc, pull up loop and complete new sc. (Simply one sc in the front leg of the one right below!) Repeat as needed for each db-ch stitch.
Single Crochet decrease (Sc dec) :: Insert hook in stitch indicated and pull up a loop in the next 2 stitches, yarn over and pull through all three loops on hook.
THIS MAY BE IN NEED OF CORRECTION: There are multiple places where spaces had been entered to pass the pattern along on Ravelry.com
Staggeringly Rosy Pattern::
Rnd 1: Ch 4, work 17 dc in 4th ch from hook & allow overlap, sl st in 3rd ch of beg ch-3. (18 dc)
Rnd 2: Ch 1, create sc dec over next 2 dc, *sc in next dc, sc dec over next 2 dc, rep from* around, sl st to join in beg sc dec. (12 sc d
Aro's ReturnThe stranger's face was partially concealed by a wide hood, which was similar in color to the black cloak that fell to his feet. His jaw was hard and strong, with a set of white teeth that shimmered in his hollow, handsome face. The landlord put down his glass. This was obviously a person of some distinction.Aro's Return in Short Stories More Like This
"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, waddling closer on his fat legs. The man turned and looked at him contemptuously. "I'm looking for a girl who once lived here," he said softly. "She would be about eighteen by now. Capito?"
"Oh, yes, I speak English, my good sir," laughed the landlord. "But I don't know how to help you. There are so many young ladies in this village. To single out one of them"
"She doesn't look like the rest," the man interrupted. "She is fair, with golden hair. Not dark."
The landlord's eyes immediately lit up. "Ah! You mean Signorina Rossi! She is one of my tenants."
The dark man leaned forward. "Indeed? Are you sure?"
"Ah, quite sure, signor. S