'Suki, My Kitty‘Suki, My Kitty'Suki, My Kitty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh sweet Kitty, it’s funny how things turn out,
We’ve only known each other for a short while,
But it seems as if we’ve known each other for more than 2 decades, (Haha, get it?)
But in all seriousness, every time I talk with you, I can’t help but smile,
Oh, how I admire your positivity, Kitty
I know inspires me to stay strong and fight off my own negative emotions,
And despite all that you’ve been through, dearie,
You’re still able to smile, still able to joke, still able to stay focused
You’re so much stronger than you openly give yourself credit for,
So much more beautiful than you’re willing to admit,
And I know you help me more than you really know, with a willing ear,
Perfectly timed humor, and strength to keep my crazy self, grounded,
You also have such a wonderful heart and soul,
You’re an amazing artist, too; I admire your artistic creativity,
And oh Cat, I hope we’re friends
I'm SorryI’m SorryI'm Sorry in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As I sit here looking at this pile of laundry I realize how good I have it,
Some people can’t even do the simplest of things, can’t hear nor see,
Can’t feel, can’t eat, and can’t sleep; those people are actually sick,
I’m sorry for being selfish and impatient because I know fate is never late, I just want what’s mine early
I’m still learning and I’m still trying to improve, I’m sorry for the future missteps I’m bound to make,
And I know you wear your heart on your sleeve,
So that’s why I try so damn hard to make sure yours is safe
And I know I may say or do thing wrong things at times so I really am sorry,
But just know my heart is always in the right place and I’ll always try to make sure you’re okay,
And maybe that isn’t even my job, but I do it because I consider you family and want us both happy,
And I know I’m probably too much at times, but I
The ArtThe ArtThe Art in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Words, writing, rapping, singing, the art,
Ranging from every topic, unrequited love, suicidal thoughts to sociopolitical views
Music is the art, so I wonder why most music that gets play doesn’t seem to come from the heart
Seems like everytime I turn on the radio we’re talkin’ about partying, sexing it up, or actin’ a fool
Even an underground MC’s talkin’ about stealin’ “your grandpa’s style,”
Or some cat from the island or maybe another planet, talkin’ ‘bout when he was some girl’s man
Just give me a reason why I’m mistaken about these artists’ path and how they’re “so versatile,”
I don’t know, I just don’t get the radio besides they’ll play whatever sells, when will a mainstay
Change the game to their plan and their vision,
Instead of changing their music to what everyone else wants
Never have I’ve heard a mainstream radio f
For You (Nina)For You (Nina)For You (Nina) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have a few favorite things in this world, one of them being specific dates,
January 20th, July 2nd, July 14th, August 31st, October 19th, December 4th, and perhaps the best of all, April 15th
Because this means my little sister, my forever favorite Aries is coming of age,
So I write this for you Nina, to congratulate you on turning 14,
And I know I don’t say this enough, but I love you….
So much more than you’ll ever know; I’d die for you, and would do anything to see you happy
And I know I may act like a jerk at times, but I don’t mean to, it’s just what big brothers do….
Nina, my longest friend, my little sister, the little angel on my shoulder,
Know I thank the Heavens every night and every day for your existence,
For your impact and influence has changed me for the better;
You are the world’s greatest sister, and don’t think I’d ever turn my back on you for a moment
You are one of Go
I'd Love To Meet YouI’d Love To Meet YouI'd Love To Meet You in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey man, it’s me…….your little brother
Half, but you know, I’ve been thinkin’ about you, man
You probably don’t remember me or my—our little sister
And I know it’s been a while, a bit over a decade, 13 years to be exact
But I want to get to know you if by the grace of God, that’s possible
And I know there’s beef between your mother and our father, or whatever the case may be
But I don’t care about that, ‘cause you’re over 18 now, and I KNOW that to be factual
However besides that……..I don’t know much about you and I’m sure you don’t know much about me
So um……yeah, if ya’ didn’t know I’m 16, and I’m doin’ well,
Our little sister’s gonna be 14 in a few days, she’s pretty nervous about that
Dad’s doin’ well too, I heard he reached out to you, but your mother denied
No SwagNo SwagNo Swag in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
“I got swag, you got swag, and that’s why we should be together,”
As romantic as this sentiment is; and believe me it’s dang-near tear-inducin’
It makes me want to cry for all the wrong reasons
Swag won’t feed your kids, stupid
Throw away the “fitteds” and dump this swag business
‘Cause it won’t help you graduate
It won’t keep you on the narrow and straight
And no matter what anyone says, it’s not a good look on anyone, no matter the age
Pictures in the bathroom without a shirt doesn’t make you cool
It doesn’t make the ladies “drool”
It simply makes you look like a fool
I hate seein’ that mess on my news feed; how did you even get on my friends list?
Oh……..right………we’re related and you’re my cousin
Eh, I don’t care; I don’t associate with folks like you, no matter what the last name is
And quit mess
Chillin'Chillin’Chillin' in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sittin’ here chillin’ like a villain, Mr. Freeze style
Just relaxin’ and listenin’ to dope tunes
And with my mind at ease like this, I doubt I’ll be doing anything else for a while
Bumpin’ the PUTS; the keys of People Under the Stairs’ “Sunroof”
This beat is the epitome of leisure time
Noddin’ my head as I put pen to paper
Whistlin’ to myself the sounds of this beat
And thankfully, I have the option of workin’ now, or later
On this beautiful Monday I have absolutely nowhere to be
Simply me writing rhymes and lines, this poetry
Without anything to do but relax and have a nice time
No problems, no worries and just writin’ away happily
I don’t ever recall feelin’ this good on Mondays, but I feel sublime
No school, no chores,
No stress and no problems
Nothin’ to worry about, no assigned college courses
No job meetings and no workin’
And best of all, no f
Mind Of FantasyMind Of FantasyMind Of Fantasy in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This mind of fantasy is used for imagining
All sorts of things to dungeons, dragons, knights
Feathers of a dove, eyes of a snake, even butterfly wings
Spears in the hands of Spartans
The twisted, coiled monster known as Leviathan
The black metal of a blacksmith’s sword that’s sharpened
Lophiiform fishes known as black sea devils
Blue sky, black death, white light, warm breath
Tears of an angel to beautiful, red rose petals
These are all figments of my imagination,
That is often wondering, pondering things that’ll most likely never be
Volcanoes erupting, destroying an entire, unknown nation
What a sensation; green, bug-eyed martians having raging conniptions
A bullet of an elite marksman hitting its desired location, pure perfection
Monster Zero, Godzilla and Rodan all in the same room
The combined sound of 2Pac, Biggie, Nujabes and MF DOOM
Gold lines our drinking glasses, platinum in our view, diamonds in the pool
The sounds of an an
Part 1 of Poetry of ME (Extended)Enrique Rafael Alaniz, nicknamed RickyPart 1 of Poetry of ME (Extended) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I try to rhyme with skill and swiftly
Speakin' in metaphors, innuendos, and similies
I’m here to put these rhymes in the sense by which sound is perceived
There’s plenty to know about me
I’m of the male persuasion, sixteen
Like everyone else, I’ve been through things
Some more personal, some more superficial
Cryin’ myself to sleep over things with my family
Gettin’ indignant over online relations
Still workin’ on my maturity
I obviously don’t know my future destiny, but I have my vision
I also have my ambitions that have yet-to-be
Whatever's meant to be is meant to be
Sittin’ in my room constantly daydreamin’ and wishin’
Fantasies of a pure world, of all types of differ
A Very Different Reaper EpilogueEpilogue: Telling a StoryA Very Different Reaper Epilogue in Sketches More Like This
Marcus slowly closed the book. He gently ran his hand through his shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and blinked his blue eyes. "And that, Miria, is how the line of the reaper began. Every child of the family Black is born with the power of Death inside them...and a weapon of Death at their command, though only the Reaper himself will wield the scythe." He brushed the sword at his waist: a blade so thin it was invisible, and a skull and crossbones hilt motif. "This is the story of our family. So, Miria...any questions?"
The three year old girl looked up at him. She had midnight black hair and her mother's black eyes. Reaching under the blankets, she pulled out a chainsaw with a glowing blue chain. She revved it up. "Can I cut you to pieces?" she asked, her voice high pitched and adorable.
Marcus chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. "Swee
A Very Different Reaper 88. The Truth Will OutA Very Different Reaper 8 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy sat in her office. She'd managed to make a nice little empire in the last ten years. The world didn't know it yet, but she was ultimately in charge. It didn't matter who ran what company, what city, what COUNTRY. Trace it all backwards through the underground channels, and eventually it all came back to her.
But it wasn't an iron fisted rule...nor was it for the betterment of mankind. She enjoyed watching the human struggle, as wars were fought, and any number of other events occured. Watching humanity scurry like so many ant colonies, knowing how easily she could bring it all to an end with a few well placed words...
"Is this what it's like to be a god?" she asked herself as she stared at the latest reports. She glanced down at her schedule. She remembered she had that appointment with the Prime Minister day after tomorrow...
Her schedule had changed. For tomo
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 66. An Unhappy BirthdayA Very Different Reaper Chapter 6 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy lounged in the backyard by the pool, incredibly bored. It was her 13th birthday, and everyone had thrown her a surprise party...which she had found out about three weeks in advance, due to Billy's inability to keep a secret. There were tons of presents, of course, and those boys not to wierded out by her attitude were attempting - pathetically - to flirt. She admitted she looked good, but still, could they be anymore obvious?
Grim was the only point of interest at the party. He simply stood, watching everything. At other times, his presence would go unnoticed or uncommented on, but his gaze seemed to be more piercing today. When she felt it pass over her, she felt a sudden delighted shiver pass over her.
What was wrong with her? Had she developed a...a CRUSH on the Grim Reaper? THat was totally ridiculous. But then again...she had always felt drawn to power, a
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 55. From the Diaries 2A Very Different Reaper Chapter 5 in Sketches More Like This
The Reaper's Diary
I have made a rather drastic decision. I did not get approval from Azrael for this. I fear I may incur his displeasure for this. Even so, I will not reverse this decision, whatever the consequences, and any who would try to circumvent my will in this will have to pry my scythe from my cold, dead fingers.
Mandy's hourglass has run out of sand, and I am going to do...nothing. I will not attempt to add sand to her hourglass, and I will not take her head. The universe says she should be dead now, but the universe hasn't taken me into account.
I've cast a spell over her hourglass. While there is still no sand in it, so long as I do not hold the hourglass, the universe will take her into account, where otherwise the force of history would attempt to erase her.
This is a great wrong against the Duty, to not take someone who has passed their time. But I do not care.
A Very Different Reaper 44. Idle ConversationsA Very Different Reaper 4 in Sketches More Like This
It was an ordinary day in Endsville. Nothing much was happening - for once. Mandy glanced over to where Grim had taken up his usual place, leaning on his scythe standing by the couch, watching TV with her. Something was off with his stance, though. He seemed...perterbed, almost. "Something bothering you, Grim?"
He chuckled. "It's unlike you to ask after my emotional state, Mandy. If anyone else were here, they'd think you were going...soft."
Mandy glowered. "Do you want to talk or not?"
He chuckled again. There was something strange about his chuckle. It was almost...human. "Very well. Some of the creatures of the occult world are...expressing discontent with my preoccupation with events here in Endsville. THey feel it is wrong of me to befriend a mortal, whatever the reason."
"What do they know? For that matter,
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 77. From the Diaries 3A Very Different Reaper Chapter 7 in Sketches More Like This
From the Diary of the Reaper
I have commited a terrible sin aginst the Duty...and I am unrepentant. Azrael is displeased, and many amongst the realms of the occult begin to speak out against me, saying I am not cut out for the job. I silenced them easily, saying that I answer only to Azrael, and if they dislike my actions as Reaper they are free to challenge me for the post. Since the sin against the Duty, I have had three such challenges, each ending the same: the fall of my opponent.
The sin I have commited...I took a life before its appointed time. But for what he sought to do, I would drag him to the depths of hell with my own two hands.
Not knowing one is doing wrong is no excuse for such actions...
From the Diary of Mandy
I still can't believe it nearly happened. I'd heard that there had been...incidents around. Girls found dead, signs of rape. Police were searching f
A Very Different Reaper 33. From the Diary of Mandy 1A Very Different Reaper 3 in Sketches More Like This
Grim...intrests me. He's...not what I was expecting. Okay, that's not quite right. He's everything I expected from the Grim Reaper: awe-inspiring, powerful, mysterious, shadowed, terrifying and comforting at the same time...but he's also more.
When Billy put our lives on the line for Mr. Jiggles, I knew I had to think fast. I know the rules of the games with Death. Death always wins. The only way I could make it out of that one alive was if I made losing as appealing to Death as winning. That was the only way I would have a chance.
People have often wondered why I hang out with Billy. It's...complicated and simple at the same time. You see, there's this...gift I've always had. When I stare into someone's eyes, I see everything they want to hide: their secret hopes, desires, fears, dreams...everything that makes them who they are. I see th
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 22. From the Diary of the Reaper 1A Very Different Reaper Chapter 2 in Sketches More Like This
It has been two weeks since I became 'BFF's with this most unusual girl child. Admittedly, the boy often tags along for the ride, and since Mandy seems to be happy with that - or as happy as she gets - I tolerate his presence. However, I find myself unable to bring out even the slightest affection or amusement out of his antics. I would be much happier if his hourglass were to run out.
Mandy...now there is the conundrum. Children are supposed to be the innocents of the world...and in her own way, she is. She is an...innocent evil, I suppose you could say. She knows she is evil, and in her eyes, there is nothing wrong with this. It is most intruiging.
We have had a few adventures, I guess you could call them. Mass destruction, demons from other realms, creatures of the night...very everyday matters for me, but they seemed intruiging to young Mandy. Oddly e
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 11. Best Friends ForeverA Very Different Reaper Chapter 1 in Sketches More Like This
The Grim Reaper appeared before the two children and the hamster. His face - in fact, all of his features - were completely shrouded by the robe of woven darkness he wore. Only his scythe was visible, and the blade seemed too thin, as though it weren't entirely there.
"I am here," the reaper spoke, "for a...Mr. Jiggles?"
"NO!" the boy said, crying and simpering. "You can't take Mr. Jiggles!"
"He's right," the girl said. "I need him for a school project. You can't have him."
The Grim Reaper looked over the two children defying him. "Really?" His voice seemed a hissing of steam from unknowable depths of time. "And what do you intend to do...to stop me?"
The girl looked up at him. "How about a game?"
"And what are the terms?" he asked her, interested.
"We fight. You win, you get the hamster."
"I get him anyway. What's in it for me to accept your
AT 5: Feyerabend, Anarchistic ScienceThere is no real difference between scientific, metaphysical and religious truth. Truth is truth, no matter where you find it. It is a provoking thought. Yet Paul Feyerabend strongly advocates just this. In Against Method: Outline of an Anarchistic Theory of Knowledge he states: “Thus science is much closer to myth than a scientific philosophy is prepared to admit.” He then continues by calling science “that most recent, most aggressive, and most dogmatic religious institution.”AT 5: Feyerabend, Anarchistic Science in Philosophical More Like This
His ideas have not gone down well. He has been called “a betrayer of truth” and “currently the worst enemy of science” (See a 1987 article in Nature titled “Where Science Has Gone Wrong” by Theocharis and Psimopoulos.) According to Feyerabend, science is an anarchistic enterprise that can not be run by fixed universal rules. Creating rigid definitions to determine what is, and what is not, scientific almost always fail, F
TNA 6: Hawking, Metaphysical PhysicsStephen Hawking is maybe the most famous name in Science these days. Not only because his heroic struggle with a progressing motor neurone disease or the distinctive sound of his voice synthesizer, but even more because he is a scientific genius. A Brief History of Time is a well known bestseller (if not equally well understood). In 2011 he and his co-author Leonard Mlodinow wrote a new book: The Grand Design. In this work they ask the age-old question: Did the universe need a creator? Hawking answers “no”, because the laws of the universe are able to create the universe out of nothing, all by themselves.TNA 6: Hawking, Metaphysical Physics in Philosophical More Like This
How does this work? “Because,” says Hawking, “there is a law of gravity, the universe can and will create itself out of nothing.” I’m puzzled here. If there is “nothing” what is there to gravitate? I should think that a law of nature depends for its own existence on the prior existence of the nature it
TNA 5: Hitchens, A Not So Great StoryChristopher Hitchens — writer of the atheistic bestseller God Is Not Great — warns us: “people of faith are in their different ways your and my destruction”. It feels like a world wide conspiracy. And it reminded me of another book I once read. It is possibly written by a member of the Russian Secret Service and falsely presented as the so called Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Its message: there is a secret Jewish plan for achieving global domination, by corrupting the world’s morals, controlling world economy and monopolizing the press. In short, the Jews are out to get you. The forgery was used by the Nazis to justify their genocide and even today, many people belief in the authenticity of the Protocols.TNA 5: Hitchens, A Not So Great Story in Philosophical More Like This
Hitchens propaganda — I don’t know how else to call it — much strikes the same tone: “religion poisons everything”, “religion kills”. Religion is in every sense depraved, harmfu
TNA 4: Dennett, A Bright GuyWhen two American educationalists suggested at an atheist conference in 2003 to adopt the name “Brights” as a much more agreeable designation for those who had moved beyond all antiquated superstitions (meaning: religions), the American philosopher Daniel Dennett was among these that immediately approved and promoted the initiative. Calling yourself “bright” (and implicating that everybody who doesn’t agree with you is “dumb”) isn’t perhaps the most elegant PR stunt. But as mister Dennett is always a rather amiable man who refrains from verbal aggression and sarcasm, most of the time, I will not make the obvious smartass remarks (most of the time).TNA 4: Dennett, A Bright Guy in Philosophical More Like This
Archaeology as well as anthropology tells us religion is as old as the history of man himself. Logically, questions come to mind. From where did all these religions come? Since there are marked differences as well as similarities among them, did they start independently, or could
AT 4: Lakatos, The Degeneration of TheoriesIn my last essay we looked at Popper’s Falsification Principle as to discern what could be considered empirical science and what not. Popper’s view had a powerful impact on 20th century scientific thinking. But there were critics. They insisted that Popper was rather describing how science should work instead of how it did work. The real world worked quite differently.AT 4: Lakatos, The Degeneration of Theories in Philosophical More Like This
Let us listen to one of Popper’s students, Imre Lakatos. In The Methodology of Scientific Research Programmes he says: “Is, then, Popper’s falsifiability criterion the solution to the problem of demarcating science from pseudoscience? No, for Popper’s criterion ignores the remarkable tenacity of scientific theories. Scientists have thick skins. They do not abandon a theory merely because facts contradict it.”
Then what do these scientists do? “They normally either invent some rescue hypothesis to explain what they then call a mere
TNA 3: Dawkins, The Origin of DeitiesFor me, Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion is the most readable of the Four Horsemen. Then again, this isn’t his first book. Dawkins became known to the general public with that other bestseller The Selfish Gene, a book famous for popularizing the term “meme” — a unit that carries ideas which are transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech and even ritual. Memes are the cultural equivalent of genes, which are transmitted biologically.TNA 3: Dawkins, The Origin of Deities in Philosophical More Like This
Memes, says Dawkins, evolve through natural selection pretty much like genes do. They spread through the behaviour they generate in their hosts and if they contribute to their hosts’ welfare, they proliferate and get more and more successful. Survival of the fittest all over again. But not always. Because some of these memes may “mutate” and keep on replicating profusely even when they become harmful to their carriers.
This happened to the meme(s) that form religio
TNA 2: Harris, The Crusading AtheistSuppose you are reading the extraordinary statement that “some propositions are so dangerous that it may even be ethical to kill people for believing them”. That the writer simply states that this is just “an ordinary fact about the world we live in”. It is not about what you have actually done, it is about what you believe. Because this idea could lead to harmful behaviour so killing you could rightly be considered an act of self defence.TNA 2: Harris, The Crusading Atheist in Philosophical More Like This
A passage out of an Orwellian novel? Or something out of “Brave New World” perhaps? No, it isn’t fiction. Then surely, it must be a passage from that darkest of books, the Malleus Maleficarum or “Hammer of the Witches”, written in 1484. Or possibly it’s from a recent Al Qaeda pamphlet? Wrong again. These words were written by Sam Harris in his 2004 book: The End of Faith.
Harris points to the events of 9/11 to illustrate how religion can shape destructive behav
Crossing Sides: Chapter 2Crossing Sides: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Axel got up in alarm. "Wait, this can't be right," he said. Then he looked at his own body.
Benatar quickly ran over to the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He yelped as he got out. "This can't be right!" he exclaimed. "I look like some prep school loser!"
"Okay, what's going on?" Puff asked, confused by Axel and Benatar's behavior.
"Aren't you familiar with the movie Freaky Friday?" DeeJay asked in response. "They must have swapped bodies overnight! Axel is Benatar and Benatar is Axel!" (A/N: Which is why the two will be called by their actual names from now on.)
"That's the most [censored] idea ever!" Puff said. "There's no such thing as magic!"
"Then why am I in a [censored] pretty boy's body?" Axel angrily asked.
"Sounds like something Axel would say," DeeJay told Puff. "And we all know Benatar doesn't swear."
"Okay, fine," Puff said. "So they swapped bodies. How are we going to fix it?"
"Well, I certainly hope it's fixed by tonight," Benatar said. "I can't let
Crossing Sides: Chapter 3Crossing Sides: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The morning rehearsals were disastrous. Axel might have been good on guitar, but he wasn't exactly good at singing due to using the wrong pitch on the wrong note. Benatar was terrible as the drummer despite having Axel's talent. He learned it was tougher than he thought the hard way. And thanks to those two, Puff decided to put their gigs on hold until the body-swapping issue was over.
That afternoon, Axel had to get ready for seeing Bethany at her house. The others knew from the music video recordings for Take Over the World that Benatar was the only one in the band who wasn't lousy when it comes to looking presentable. (A/N: For those of you who didn't notice in the music video, Axel did a poor job with putting on a tie properly, while Puff and DeeJay cheated with an elastic tie and a clip-on respectively.)
"This is ridiculous," Axel complained. "Why do I have to take a shower for hanging out with a girl?"
"We can't let anyone know about this swapping thing," Puff pointed out. "So un
Ricardio the Heart GuyRicardio the Heart Guy in Short Stories More Like This
When Finn arrived at school, he saw a new student. He looked just like Simon, but his hair was combed neatly and he was wearing a maroon button up shirt, black jeans, and dark red sneakers.
Finn didn't get what was going on, so he waited until lunch to talk to Simon about the new guy.
"So you saw a new student who looked just like me?" Simon asked, making sure he understood what Finn said.
"Yeah," Finn said. "Do you know him?"
"Depends," Simon said with a shrugged. "Did he have the same body type and facial features or was he wearing the same outfit?"
"The first one," Finn recalled.
That's when the new student approached the two and sat next to Simon. "Hello Simon," the boy said, speaking in a British accent. "How are you doing today? I didn't have the chance to see you after a long time because we are not in the same classes as I previously thought."
"That's the guy I saw," Finn told Simon.
"Oh, him?" Simon asked. "He's my siamese twin brother. His name's Ricardo. He came here after o
Crossing Sides: Chapter 1Crossing Sides: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a typical day on the YFM bus. What was supposed to be a practice session turned into a full-blown argument between Benatar and Axel. DeeJay would usually step in and stop it, but things got a bit out of control this time.
"Puff said he'll let me sing in one song!" Axel hollered. "But noooo! You have to hog most of the lines!"
"You're just jealous that the fans like me more!" Benatar argued.
"At least I don't have to worry about my looks!" Axel defended.
They went on for hours. Eventually, they said things that are so inappropriate, I can't even censor them. So because of that, I'll just skip to the part that's VERY important to the plot.
"You think it's easy being me?" Benatar angrily asked. "I bet you wouldn't last a whole month in my shoes!"
"My life is just as hard as yours!" Axel responded. "You don't even know what it's like being me!"
And then other words were said before they stormed off in opposite directions. "Something tells me we won't be practicing for a while," Puff
TSBtP: Chapter 1Shortly after Doofenshmirtz was arrested and thrown in prison for his crimes against humanity, the citizens of his Doofania Tri-State Area rose up as one against the remaining Normbots that weren't wired to the self-destruct button that was activated.TSBtP: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Firestorm Girls were having a field day attacking the remaining Normbots wherever they could be found. All across the Danville, you could see the debris from the destroyed Normbots as they retreated in panic.
At the Googolplex Mall, the two brilliant stepbrothers named Phineas and Ferb were ignoring all the chaos that the fall of Doofenshmirtz brought and were in an abandoned Macy's store which, ironically, was still fully stocked, trying to find a new signature outfit to wear now that they wouldn't have to wear their Resistance uniforms.
"Hey Phineas," Ferb said, knocking on the changing room door. "Aren't you done yet?"
Phineas grinned to himself. "Well, I was about to ask you the same question," the 11-year-old boy replied. "Hold o
TSBtP: Chapter 26TSBtP: Chapter 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning started off roughly and only got worse for the Flynn-Fletcher household. Candace didn't feel like eating breakfast with her remaining family. Instead, she passed the kitchen and went straight for the door, ignoring her brother and stepbrother. She closed the door behind her, looked up at the sky, and came to a decision. She began heading for the extreme paintball arena for target practice, not that she needed any, but it helped calm her down.
After the fiasco over breakfast ended up in pancake batter all over and uncooked pancakes everywhere, and Phineas and Ferb were finished cleaning up the mess, they took to the backyard, each pursuing their own specials interests. Phineas was sketching some very complicated blueprints. Ferb, meanwhile, was working on a new melody on his classical guitar. Ferb didn't want to talk to his stepbrother because of the latter's behavior over the past week.
"So..." Phineas said in an attempt to make small talk. The constant strumming of th
pregnancypregnancy in Free Verse More Like This
of her voluptuous
...sweet bulging pregnant bellies...
...so round and...
HalloweenHalloween in Free Verse More Like This
The best time of the year
next to Christmas.
Boil the carolers! Boil the carolers!
BeckyBecky in Free Verse More Like This
to my Neptune
to my Psyche...
to my popcorn...
I don't know what I'd do without her
and if anyone criticizes me,
or says "it's not natural" for us
to be together...
Fuck them. They don't matter.
Good night, my love.
Oh, and P.S.: Follow your heart on this--it will show you the way.
Dark n' StormyDark n' Stormy in Free Verse More Like This
I would love
a cocktail or
my hive Queen...
Even though we may be miles apart...
...we'll still be together...
GirlsSome girls are friskyGirls in Free Verse More Like This
some are rude
others are evil
some are pure sweetness
If only I could find myself a girl...
Tiny Dancer"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandTiny Dancer in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand..."~Elton John
"Why?" she argued inside her head, the voice softly intoning in her fragile mind. "You weren't good enough. You're never good enough." "It's not fair...she...she said..." "SHE LIED, OKAY?! SHE LIED TO YOU, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! Get that through your thick head, you'll never find real love. People will always use saps like you." "I'm not a sap...leave me alone..." "Interested in you...interested in you?! WHO WOULD EVER BE INTERESTED IN A DRIBBLING SHIT LIKE YOU?! WHAT PERSON, GIRL OR BOY, WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT YOU?! The boy just wanted a portrait...the girl wanted a bed..." "No...they loved me..." She then grabbed the pendant and her ring, slashing them both against the window glass. Shatters everywhere. "They both hated you...they never wanted you...NO ONE
Beth's Past Chapter 1- The break up Part 1-Chapter 1-Beth's Past Chapter 1- The break up Part 1 in Drama More Like This
I woke up this morning to my cell phone beeping. I sat up in my bed and grabed my phone. There was a text from Spike, my boyfriend.
"Hey you wanna come over?" It said
"why? Its my relaxation day...."
"just because im lonely"
"where's tht blond chick you were hanging out with last night?" I said
"you..know about her o.o"
"I swear to god we didnt do anything!"
"like I believe you"
"babe please believe in me"
"come on babe dont be like tht"
"Ill see ya tomorrow"
I threw my phone onto the bean bag that was on the floor, laid back down in my comfortable bed and fell back asleep. I heard someone come into my room, but i was to lazy 2 see who. I felt the warm blooded person lay down next 2 me, and its arm around my waist. I opened one of my eyes and looked behind me. The warm blooded loon that was laying down next 2 me was of course Spike.
"Spike what are you doing here?" I said turning around so i could face him
"I got lonely
Beth Likes Espio (rewrite)Beth is just sitting on the couch, just wondering if Espio likes her back. She realizes that he would never like her, so she just decides 2 forget about him. She picks up her cell and dials her friend Spike.Beth Likes Espio (rewrite) in Drama More Like This
Beth- hey its just me, i was wondering if you had any plans 4 Friday night
Spike- no, why?
Beth- i was thinking we could go see a movie or something
Spike- yeh thats fine, ill pick you up at 8:00, ok?
Beth- Thats fine with me, Bye *both of them hang up*
Beth lays on the couch in her P-Js and falls asleep, dreaming of her and espio. She wakes up as soon as she sees espio in her dream.
Beth- ok beth, just 4get about him, he doesnt matter anymore....
Beth falls asleep again, this time dreams about her and spike, and still does all night. When she wakes up she finds her friend kiki just staring at the TV.
Beth- gah when did you get here....
Kiki- um an hour ago *looks at the TV watching Victorious but in sonic character form*
Beth- *sits up* who let u inside the house?
Beth's Past PrologueBeth's Past Prologue in Drama More Like This
My life seems simple and sweet, but its not what it seems to be.
My mind tells me that my life is not what its supposed to be. When I hear this one song, I stop everything I'm doing and start dancing elegantly, sorta like a princess. My friends think I'm weird, but Shadow says I'm just remembering my past. What is wrong with me?
Once I asked my mom,"why do I have this necklace?"
She then replied, "its very special, You will find out how its is when your 25."
Of course I'm 21 right now, but I can't wait five years to find out how my necklace is special. I want to find out about my past, i want 2 learn about my necklace. I want to find my future.
WaicantaiWhy can't I write the words in my mind?Waicantai in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why can't I take whatever I find?
Why can't I make poems that don't have to rhyme since few seem to care what I say half the time?
Why can't I have the love that I seek?
Why cant I help the ones who seem bleak?
Why cant I gain some acclaim from my name and take aim to exclaim how I won at life's game?
Why cant I be selfish?
Why cantai be mean?
Why cantai be squalid instead of pristine?
Why cantai have that which I know others own?
Why cantai possess a heart made of stone?
Waicantai acquire the few things desired and then go retire past the nuisances prior to what was required to light the soul's fire and rise up much higher to where I won't tire?
Waicantai ask questions that are simple to answer?
Waicantai stop using these sentence enhancers?
Waicantai quit and no longer go?
Waicantai ask things I don't already know?
Waicantai? Waicantai? It's about being able. Living your life and keeping things stable.
A Life to LiveOne time, I asked,A Life to Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I do die,
Will others care?
Might someone cry?
Or laugh aloud,
Filled up with glee,
To know that I
Am now deceased?
Some may be mad,
Or have no care,
Or hear the news
And sit and stare.
I've not a clue
How all may act;
A few, I do,
So here's my fact:
My life is now,
Alive and fine,
Doing my best
With what is mine.
My death will be
The future's past;
Until that time,
I'll have a blast.
So I'll reside
In my present
And live a life
I won't resent.
The Hope of a WriterI have thoughts.The Hope of a Writer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have ideas.
I have the hope.
But I also have fear.
Fear that my efforts will cause me pain.
Fear that all of the effort will be in vain.
No one cares about the words in a story.
No one would ever know of the defeats or glory.
I create out of want and,
When I'm happy with the creation,
I try to share it with others,
To get a bit of appreciation.
No one bothers to view it,
For they see reading as a chore.
If I don't force myself to hope,
I won't care anymore.
Fuck You, Positive People. When I post up my art, whether the art is sad or happy or angry, I do it for me. Not for the watches or llama badges. I don't really like people commenting and shoving their sunshine and sympathy down my throat.Fuck You, Positive People. in Philosophical More Like This
I post something about suicide. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'You have a WHOLE life ahead of you, SUICIDE? NO, what about the life you leave behind? Your loved one's & friends would be depressed & you would've let your Hopes & Dreams Fade into the darkness, which is CHEATING life. I just want to encourage you to succeed your dreams.' What if my dream is to die? What then? HA, didn't think about that, bitch, did you?
I post something about cutting. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'Why do you do that to yourself? Does it feel good? Are you doing it for attention? I could help you, note me if you want!' Hm, does cutting yourself sound like it'l
You, How Do You Do This Thing To Me?Feeling a tingling sensation in my legs,You, How Do You Do This Thing To Me? in Free Verse More Like This
Just walking up to meet you.
And when we were heart to heart
For the first time I told you.
I feel you in me,
And I dont even know you.
I felt you in my mind
Before I ever thought of it.
And you're stuck there,
Just like gum stuck on cement.
I wouldn't say it gets annoying,
but it never feels right.
I feel so upset.
Sometimes, I know
Im all alone,
You were all I had.
I was all yours.
You were all mine.
I Know What To DoI've come to a decision.I Know What To Do in Free Verse More Like This
I don't need to think, I just need to do.
It could be lust, but most likely
But, if I tell the world, there isn't
Any looking back, not one peek.
I could give up, or I could keep on making
My way down each path to find the one,
That best fits my needs, not my wants.
Even if every single one I go on,
Leads me no where.
Would I regret it if I told them?
Or would they learn to accept it,
As would I.
I wish I knew my place,
What I should do to keep me happy.
Welcome HomeWelcome Home in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Ayreon
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Bathing in prismatic light
Awaking free at last
Able to move on my own, I'm back in control
Only blurred memories left
Glimpses of the past
In my dreams I still walk the surface of Moon
I saw my home
From where I stood
What once was my home
From my thousand-year room
Isolated on the Moon
Locked within the abyss of time
A voice echoed in my mind
A shadow reflecting life
Resentful thoughts enslaved my soul, my heart
How did it wish to break free
Torment the world once seen
How did I wish it to leave my soul, my heart
Long years alone
Friendless and cold
Alone with my thoughts
One tormenting soul
While my spirit roamed the Moon
Locked within the abyss of time
So warm it feels to walk on earth
So much it heals to see living world
So much it calms to meet loved ones
Solitude FeastSolitude Feast in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Tristania
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Pastries left marred
Candlelit the night
For a party of lone reject
Her treats denied
Dismissed behind her back
They left her out
Upset she lies, caters the fest
Abandoned she feasts
They liked her, enjoyed her games and plays
Like leper now
Those backstabbers, liars,
Cowards, avoid her
Alone you're left
alone you're left alone you're left
alone you're left alone you're left
"Why won't they care without my friends I've nothing left "
Alone you're left you empty soul alone you're left you worthless soul
To fill the emptiness
She feigns the pain inside
Aching heart caters the fest
With puppet plays
Abandoned she feasts
Now castaway escape
Mother's WishMother's Wish in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Tristania
[Click here for the accompanying song]
No words can hurt me
You are my light
My sole candle
For your smile is all I need to
Carry you wherever
In my life I have faced it all
Carried burdens, endured hardships
Remained strong, held the tears inside
Never let you end up the same path
It's all I wanted
It shines through
I couldn't answer what went wrong
Nor do I want to hold you down, nevermore:
To help you shine brightest of all
I'd gladly give away my wings
I've tried my hardest to be the mother you'd deserve
Try understand, I only wish for your happiness
"Please mom, don't cry, I don't blame you
No child could ask for kinder mom, warmer home.
Even if world turns against us
I'll always love you, kindest of all mothers."