lacunai am not a small, needylacuna in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to be filled
i have all the bodies i need
i am self-contained,
folding in on myself
realizing my chest is no home
for a heart because
i am a timepiece without a
tick, the choir girl
who never sings,
proof you can fold paper
more than seven times
i am sitting here,
fingers in my mouth, counting
all my chances, chips,
nights i have woken from
dreams of pulling my teeth
from my gums;
weighing out the difference
one more time and
one last time
i still smell like death,
nothing anyone would want to hold
i am not your little angel-girl
your butterfly baby,
i have purged myself of that,
purged until i am raw,
new in loss, in death,
i've peeled myself away
like the flesh of an apple,
in one neat coil on the bedroom floor
i am closing in on myself
like a sigh,
like the wave kisses the shore
before it swallows it whole
and my little heart&
jointedi remember days of holding your handsjointed in Free Verse More Like This
and swearing they felt so heavy,
the synovial fluid that welled up
around your joints was liquid lead
for years i wished to give you
one thousand of my white blood cells
for each day i had to leave you
stranded on the kitchen floor
and when i finally learned the words
i wanted to tell you:
the doctors never made you stronger
with any injection or titanium bones
but you did yourself
every morning you stood
and opened your eyes
a woman asked me
if i would like to take home flowers for you
and i wanted to ask if in the coolers
she had enough yellow roses
to fill the spaces between your
kneecaps and every joint that ever ached
so maybe you would come back alive
if i could promise
pain wouldn't greet you
orange juiceand i don't think you ever understood, that you ever could, that at the last beat of your heart, mine quivered.orange juice in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because we were the porcelain girls, sliver-lipped like moonlight and not breathing a word.
we sold our souls for solace but lost our flesh along the way, skeletons slipping free from skin and bending at the break. we were idols -cellophane skin and ossified bodies trapped betwixt five-thousand character limits and image size constraints, binding our bodies by the same. we were lost to decimals and the space between our thighs, tea and tablespoons, calculations and heartbeats.
you found me in pieces, numbers, blurry webcam photos.
you told me:
babe, you're sick. real sick. scary sick.
we can do this, together. i'll help you. just, drink some oj, okay? your heart is weak.
you need to go, now. get out before its too late.
i left, but you were the one to never come back.
a year later, i found you at nine.
the figmented number, single digits glory, the point
Dandelion GirlSamantha had deep end-dark hair and skin pale as the stomach of a summer seashell, her eyes marbles sunk deep in their sockets, the color of the seaweed that sunk her parent's boat. She stood on two too tall legs with knobby knees, loosely covered in boyish cargo shorts and bandages. Puberty had hit her early, right in the chest. At twelve, she had what the boys called "bazookas" and "bon-bons" -and hips that jutted out like mountain peaks; they stretched across for miles.Dandelion Girl in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha wore thick-soled winter boots all year long. "For practicality", she would tell her mothers, though she would never explain why. She would plod down the street, toting a bucket that banged against her bare calves, leaving green-blue bruises in its wake. It was just five in the morning, the sun still hiding beneath the sea, rays just piercing the surface of the water and setting the sky aflame.
She would make her way down to the sea, sit herself down on the damp sand just where the wate
You Probably Don'tRemember:You Probably Don't in Emotional More Like This
The first five years of my life, you were indestructible.
When I was eight, I used to splay out in the wild wheat behind our home, picking primroses and foxgloves. I would lay face down to kiss the Earth, dig my fingers into the ground to feel the dirt cool beneath my hands and breathe.
I found myself looking for my mother in inanimate things the trees, the grass, lily pads.
You weren't there.
You used to lay in your room with its popcorn ceiling and wish the pain would float up to the sky with your cigarette smoke, eyes heavy with narcotics and Embrel. The door was shut, the television blaring, the phone screaming. You were too far gone to notice.
My father was in mile-high glass buildings talking numbers and statistics things he could control. He would leave at five in the morning and return at eight at night, just as I was being tucked into bed so the nightmares could have their way with me.
EnoughI'm holding on to secrets so tightly my hands start to burn.Enough in Emotional More Like This
Winter has come full-force, wind sending the windows quivering against their panes and snow blanketing the Earth in an ivory sheen. We're all bundled up inside, pressed together for warmth to maybe give a bit of it to the not-still-living locked up in a metallic casket no bigger than a shoe box. The mix of flowers yellow roses, her favorite and the musty smell of the funeral home permeates everything, makes my nose crinkle up and eyes sting, spilling over with tears.
The sea of nameless, faceless acquaintances part as I walk forward, cold hands on my back and muted, guilty I'm sorrys assaulting my ears, prolonging my mission. I meet the table, watch my Aunt sniffle and move on her way, pausing to wipe her tears on my shoulder and hug me tight.
I take my turn, all eyes on me. They know,
Her face stares back at me, a dozen pressed beneath glass, her hair in a bob the color of driftwood a
Like the DesertHer name was Savannah, like the desert.Like the Desert in Emotional More Like This
She had hair like dried yarrow, a dusty sort of wind-blown color with freckles smattered across her cheekbones like speckles on a robin's egg. She was small, tiny, petite- a string bean with a garbage disposal appetite.
But I was smaller. Sickly small, the kind of thin that turns heads and gets them whispering.
It was our first bikinis, and we were ready to face the world together. Savannah had retreated to the bathroom to change, knocking on the whitewashed door before coming back into my bedroom.
I was transfixed by this creature, this lanky girl whose knees were wider than her thighs. I stared at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, mossy eyes looking right back.
My hips jutted out like to perfect mountain peaks, the space between them a valley. My bones crawled underneath my skin as I moved, cockroaches scavenging for their next meal.
Savannah came beside me and looked at my reflection, then at hers. Assessed the difference. S
Volcano ChildShe's a wild one, a girl of gritted teeth and clenched fists. She got her Mother's body: baby-fat we're hoping will slip off when she comes of age and hair like a bird's nest of spun wheat, but her Father's personality, his likes, his dislikes his temper.Volcano Child in Emotional More Like This
It comes out of her like a hurricane from the ocean, molten lava from a volcano, crawling out and bubbling up like hands across too-sensitive skin and a dark chuckle. Our home shows the scars with walls broken by frustrated fists and shattered porcelain spread across the floor; memories trying to be destroyed and obliterated, but just the wrong ones. Ashes fallfallfall from every eyes as five years of emotion explode, as anger seethes from the fragile child of six left up the street and in a shed to demanding hands and a vindictive smile.
Because once innocence is stolen, it can never be given back.
But you, my volcano child, you are more like Pompeii. You are hiding under a shell of the past, a cracked mask of anger and
IdentitySome days I tell people to call me AlloenIdentity in Free Verse More Like This
because it's easier than being me.
Those days, I spend my time slitting
my wrists and pressing them into
the cold dirt beneath the
hydrangea bushes just to
give life to something;
I wear dresses covered in
flowers, and hold a wrought iron
mirror in my hands, spin one, twice,
three times and laugh until I
collapse on the ground, an
asthmatic heap of wilting roses;
I brush my hair one hundred times
until it brushes my hips and catches
the sun, until my eyes turn blue as
the spring sky and flickers like
the fireflies we caught in jars
when we were five and smeared
on our arms to see if
we could shine, too.
I am from Pennsylvania,
others I am from Switzerland,
and sometimes I am from
a place no one's heard of.
I lay in bed and
don't come out until
the fireflies do.
I write letters
to a girl named Jessica,
who lives in New Jersey and
carries her heart in her hands.
thawingmy love,thawing in Letters More Like This
i swear, there is a ghost beneath my bones.
she slides around the rungs of my ribs, gentle like a lover's hands but cold, so unlike yours. i lay in bed at night, days after you have gone, your jacket and seven blankets struggling to keep me warm -but her arctic touch seeps deeper, slides its way past my lips and settles in places i swore only you could touch. and i am left gasping, arching, desperate for a body one hundred and thirty eight miles away, a voice that doesn't seem nearly as warm after traveling through the airwaves, a spring that only exists in your arms.
because i miss laughter, i miss your eyes, i miss the feeling of thawing after forty days in the tundra of my own heart, and two in yours.
.your heart. in Free Verse More Like This
not to beat
.you were life's new. in Free Verse More Like This
work of art;
small easel bones
and a blank
canvas of skin
but he ruined
you over time,
added the brush
of a scar
.some thoughts get so loud that. in Free Verse More Like This
you cry out for them to leave;
they scatter like birds startled
out of their trees, before landing
again where they were
and after a while,
you just have to
let them sing
.he stood on the shore,. in Free Verse More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
.did you ever stop. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to think, that maybe the stars
are gazing at you
.hell is. in Free Verse More Like This
the devil's chest,
an empty red cavern
he's simply trying
.i dug up the. in Free Verse More Like This
past again, those
i set them loose
inside the house
and now we have
Poem #13Do you remember me?Poem #13 in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the girl you threw away.
The useless source of nothingness
that you willingly hid from the world.
Do you remember me?
I'm the one you never loved.
Here, in the dark,
I feel so very alone.
Do you remember me?
I'm never there anymore.
My world has collapsed,
and it looks like you forgot to save me.
Don't you remember me?
...I remember you.
Poem #10I don't want to be rememberedPoem #10 in Free Verse More Like This
as what my parents made me.
Stubborn, loud, opinionated.
I don't want to be remembered
as what I've let myself become.
Mischievous, sneaky, a liar.
I want to be remembered
as the girl who cared too much,
but still managed to love with all she's got.
I don't want to be remembered
as the girl who broke your heart.
Poem #69Have you ever heard a songPoem #69 in Free Verse More Like This
that makes you want to be a different you?
You close your eyes and think,
"Damn, I could be so much better."
I wanna be the poem that reminds you
that you don't need to be better,
that this world is whirlin' and twirlin'
and that we have to stay true
if we wanna make it out alive.
I wanna be the breeze through your window
in the middle of the night
that tickles your skin and whispers,
"You can do this",
because you can do this.
I wanna be the hope that lingers in the pit of your stomach.
I wanna shine through at the end of the day and remind you
that life ain't a race,
it ain't a game.
It's all that you are and will ever be.
Take your time and smile,
don't rush to get ahead.
You'll get there.
Maybe later than you'd hope,
but you'll get there.
I know because I, too,
am on my way.
Poem #66I want to be engulfed in passionPoem #66 in Free Verse More Like This
and taken prisoner by your smile.
I want you to tangle me in your words
while you whisper sweet things in my ear
and mean them.
I see you
I want you.
Poem #67I am empty parking lots and florescent lights.Poem #67 in Free Verse More Like This
You are mountain tops and cashmere sweaters.
I feel like being honest.
I feel like letting you break me.
Poem #57I often find myselfPoem #57 in Free Verse More Like This
sent to a place
where I am alone.
Where everyone has someone
and there's no one left for me.
with every aching
bone in my body,
to the questions
that have filled this mind
for far too long.
My legs have carried
as far as they will,
I must rest.
Poem #54"You want to talk about myths?Poem #54 in Free Verse More Like This
I used to think
that my life was a myth."
She is staring at me with large brown eyes
that tell a story I can't quite pick apart
as she struggles to
light her cigarette
in the dim light.
I think about what she must
have been like before we met
I wonder if she can tell
that I used to think
my life was a myth too
until she made me real.
Poem #45Born again to die again,Poem #45 in Free Verse More Like This
I shudder as I lay in the mess that is my life.
Were we made to suffer, or to wait it out?
Only time will tell.
Right now all I want is for you to hold me,
and if you do,
I'm going to burst into tears of joy.
It has been far too long of a wait
Poem #44Your blue eyes held mine for so long,Poem #44 in Free Verse More Like This
and then you left.
So this is my new home, lover,
this place called "misery".
My heart is left to ache
And if I die tonight,
it will be with you in mind.
Viktor.It was the summer of 2004. It was one of those summers that you never forget. The type of summer where the sun plays off of the clouds just right and the birds sing loud enough to cover up the noise of your breaking heart.The type of summer that makes you wonder: will it ever get better than this? (and, trust me, it won't.)Viktor. in Short Stories More Like This
His name was Viktor. We met right before our ninth grade year started, as the leaves faded from green to yellow. He had been homeschooled most of his life and when I saw him that day at the park with his sisters, all I could feel was jealousy. He was a thin boy with thick black hair that usually covered both of his eyes. He wore baggy wool sweaters and tight blue jeans.He had the body of a God, even if he didn't think so. I would often tell him he was beautiful. He would deny it and curse at me under his breath. I would only smile.
I made pictures in the sand on the beach while he was busy pushing blades into his veins. He didn't find himself deserving of life. I fo
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 26NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 26 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tobi VS The Yaoi
-One afternoon, at the Akatsuki lair-
Itachi: "KICKASS! Guys, have you heard me and Kisame's English voices?! We sound awesome!"
Kisame: -Watching TV starring blankly- "...I sound like an old wiseman..."
Itachi: "Fine then. I sound awesome.
Deidara: -Reading- "Good for you. Now I wait and pray that they make my voice half as decent in, oh... five years?"
Tobi: "YAY! I can't wait until I show up in the UPA!"
Itachi: "Um... No."
Deidara: "Tobi, you've barely even appeared in the Japanese series yet. You have to wait even longer than me."
Tobi: "Aww..." -Sniffle- "But why?! Was Tobi a bad boy?!"
Itachi: "No. Because our creator's a douchebag closet yaoi fanboy..."
Tobi: "So... Tobi can't appear because of the yaoi? WAHHH... Tobi hates the yaoi!"
Deidara: "That may be the smartest thing he's ever said..."
Itachi: "That's not what I meant dumb-" (Wait... it's probably better if he thinks that...) "Okay. Yeah. It's because of the yaoi."
Tobi: "Then Tobi will fin
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 21NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 21 in Fan Fiction More Like This
An Inconvenient Truth
Pein: "YEARS OF CLEANING THIS PLACE UP AND TURNING IT INTO THE ULTIMATE EVIL BASE! ALL THAT WORK GONE BECAUSE SOME STUPID AMERICANS THOUGHT IT'D BE A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE A RETARD AS PRESIDENT!!!"
Konan: -Laughing like crazy- "Sucks to be you guys!
Deidara: -Kicking the remains of the base- "I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. GIRL!!!"
Suigetsu: "Mommy! If you want you can stay with me!"
Deidara: "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING RETARD! HOW FUCKING STUPID DOES ANYONE HAVE TO BE TO THINK I'M A GIRL?! SO I WEAR MY HAIR IN A PONYTAIL! SO I WEAR A FISHNET BELLY-SHIRT! THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME A GIRL!!!"
Konan: "Actually, it kinda does..."
Deidara: LOOK AT ALL THE GIRLS AROUND US! THEY'RE ALL EITHER WEAKLINGS, IDIOTS, OR WHORES! DO YOU SEE ME LOSING EVERY SINGLE FIGHT I GET INTO?! NO! DO YOU SEE ME SNEAKING AROUND SECRET BASES NOT EVEN NOTICING I'VE ALREADY BEEN SPOTTED?! NO! DO YOU SEE ME MAKING OUT WITH ANY GUYS?! HELL NO! I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. GIRL!!!!!"
Sasori: -Trying not to
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 25NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 25 in Fan Fiction More Like This
All My Crazy Children
-At Ino's house, all the girls are having an 'All My Children' Party-
Temari: -Crying- "I can't believe he actually left her for that bitch Marcy!"
Sakura: -Also crying- "I know! What a bastard..."
Ino: "You're kidding, right?! Whats wrong with Marcy?!"
Hinata: "What ISN'T wrong with her?! She's a fat bitch who only cares about money!"
Ino: "That's just because she has no friends! I feel sorry for her!"
Sakura: "Um, HELLO?! She DOES have friends! All of whom are whores, thank you very much!"
???: "GAWD THIS IS BORING!" -Gaara crawls out from under the couch-
Sakura: "The hell?!"
Gaara: "This is a girls' party! You're all supposed to be wearing sexy pajamas, pillow fighting, and lezzing out! If Gaara wanted to hear women run their traps about stuff nobody gives a shit about he'd watch The View! Fuck this! Gaara will just go rent another porno!" -Walks out and slams the door-
-Everyone just blinks and stares blankly at the door for a moment-
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 23NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 23 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Not-so-Great Escape
-Morning at the Akatsuki lair-
Deidara: -Waking up- "Nng..." -Yawn-
Zetsu: -Hovering right over his face; eyes glowing red-
Deidara: -Sigh- "Ugh. Already?" -Gets out of bed- "What do you want today? The puppy chow, or the rabbit food?"
Zetsu: "RABBIT..." -Drooling-
Deidara: -Takes out a box from his closet, takes out a bunch of live rabbits, and puts them in a dog bowl- "Of all the things to pick out of the job jar..." -Goes to the kitchen to get breakfast-
Itachi: -In line for the bathroom- "HIDAN, HURRY YOUR ASS UP!"
Hidan: -From in the bathroom- "SHUT THE FUCK UP! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO FIX MY HAIR?! I HAVE TO LOOK GOOD FOR THE LADIES!
Itachi: -Slamming against the door- "HURRY..." -Slam- "THE HELL..." -Slam- "UP!" -Slam-
Hidan: "OR YOU'LL DO WHAT?!"
Kisame: -In line behind Itachi- "Oooh... Wrong question."
Itachi: -About to bust down the door-
Kakuzu: "Allow me." -Punches a hole through the door, puts his arm through and slams Hidan again
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 20NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Damn You Dubya!
Temari: -Still tied up in a tree and snoring-
Deidara: "She's been out there like that for a few hours now. Damn. What kinda of drugs is she on?"
Sasori: -Goes outside, goes through her purse, then comes back inside- "Well, that explains it. She's got tons of painkillers in here. Damn kids nowadays get some good shit. Back in the old days you'd get your arm cut off and just pray you didn't die."
Deidara: "Old days? Dude, exactly how old are you anyway?"
Sasori: "I'm 40." (Punk kid.)
Deidara: "Uh-huh..." (Old fart.)
Kakuzu: "I'm surprised you haven't gone out there and raped her."
Hidan: "Meh. I'm bored with sex now."
Sasori: "Too much information."
Deidara: "Somehow I find that hard to believe."
Hidan: "It's just that I always do the same thing. I wanna try something new."
Kakuzu: "Don't you dare go fucking queer on me."
Hidan: "SHIT NO!"
Deidara: "Then what?" (Why the fuck did I ask that?)
Sasori: "Why the fuck did you ask that?"
Hidan: "I want something kinky."
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meet the Happy Twins
Pein: "AKATSUKI! ASEMBLE!"
-Itachi, Kisame, Deidara, Zetsu, Kakuzu, and Hidan appear-
Tobi: -Falls from the ceiling fan- "WHEE!!!"
Deidara: "Ugh... What now?"
Pein: "We have a new recruit, remember? We all need to be here to decide to let him in or not."
Pein: "So, Zabuza. You want to be in Akatsuki?"
Zabuza: "Uh... Yes?"
Zetsu: "Hey guys, what's it called when you feel like your living something over again?"
Deidara: "Deja vu?"
Zetsu: "Bless you. Now come on, does anyone know what it's called?"
Kakuzu: "Deja vu."
Zetsu: "Bless you. Seriously guys, come on! You know! It's when you feel like you're living the same day over again?"
Itachi: "DEJA VU!"
Zetsu: "What is there, a cold going around?!"
Hidan: "This is getting us nowhere..."
Naruto: -Watching from his prison cell- "Dumbasses..."
-Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere-
Suigetsu: -Walks in- "Now what the fuck do you guys want?!"
Nova(Writer): "Oh, you're early. Th
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 22NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 22 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tobi: "WHEEE! NEW HOME!" -Runs inside-
Hidan: -Also runs inside- "-and this'll be my room, and this'll my prayer room, and this'll be where I keep my bitches and-"
Kisame: "Oh! Oh! I call the shark exhibit!"
Itachi: -Goes and sets up room in the Space exhibit-
Tobi: -In the jungle exhibit swinging from trees- "WHEE!!!"
Zetsu: -Sniffle- "I wanted that room..."
Tobi: "There's still the rainforest exhibit Zetsu-san!" -Scratching armpits like a monkey-
Kakuzu: -Setting up room in gift shop; hooking up cameras and security alarms-
Deidara: -Setting up room in history section-
Pein: "Hey! Konan! They have a big closet space!"
Konan: "Kickass." -Drops Naruto and Sakura and zooms to the closet-
Naruto: "Soo... Does that mean we can go now?"
Sakura: "Worth a shot..." -Both start sneaking away-
Naruto: "Well shit..."
Kakuzu: -Shrugs and just lets them pass-
Sakura: "Sweet!" -Both resume sneaking out-
Pein: "This place is great! Just have to fix it up a littl
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 16NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 16 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of the Closet & Into the Funny Farm
Pein: -Walking by the prison cell- "Hm? What're you doing in our base?"
Naruto: "You... don't remember why I'm here?"
Pein: "Hmm... Damn. Must've forgotten."
Naruto: "Uh-huh... Welp! I guess I'll just be leaving then!" -Starts to walk out the hole in the wall Sasuke previously made-
Zetsu: -Merges from the ground just as Naruto starts to exit; has a dog hanging out of his mouth-
Naruto: "Get out of my wa- is that Kiba's dog?! "
Zetsu: "What's a Kiba?" -Swallows the dog whole- "Hey boss! The fox is escaping!"
Pein: "OH! Now I remember! Deidara! Put the brat in the closet!"
Deidara: "Whatever..." -Drags Naruto to the closet and opens the door-
Konan: "Um... HELLO?! OCCUPADO!"
Deidara: "Like I care." -Tosses Naruto in the closet and slams the door-
Tobi: "Who was that?"
Hidan: "HEY! THAT BITCH WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT AND BUY ME SOME CHICKEN THREE YEARS AGO! HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE THAT LONG TO GET CHICKEN?!"
Kakuzu: "Who cares." -Sitting on
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 19NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 19 in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING: The following chapter is for comedic purpose only, and in no way reflects the writers personal opinions on "rednecks" or the southern people... ...Okay, maybe a little.
Temari: -Driving- "Hmm?"
-The car in front of them is going very slow and has bumper stickers all over it. They say 'I support Bush', 'I'm white and proud', and 'Save the whales, harpoon the fat chicks'-
Temari: "Oh HELL no."
Sakura: -In passengers seat- "Eh?"
Temari: -Rolls down her window- "HEY YOU BUCK-TOOTHED BASTARD!"
Sakura: "Uh-oh..." -Buckles seatbelt-
Temari: "SPEED UP OR GET OFF THE ROAD YOU FUCKING REDNECK!!!" -Rams the car off the road making it crash- "YEAH! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET ASSHOLE! GO FUCK YOUR COUSIN IN HELL!" -Stands up in the seat, pulls her pants down and stick her butt out the window- "KISS MY ASS BITCH!!!" -Sits back down- "Fucking retards up in here."
Sakura: "You see? This is why rednecks shouldn't drive until they can speak proper English."
-Another car passes them-
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 27NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 27 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Karin: The Happy Place is here to serve you!
Deidara: Its like every word that comes out of there mouth is a sex pun waiting to be noticed
Suigetsu: -Gasp- Karin! You forgot your dramatic entrance!
Karin: Oh twaddlecock, you right! -Runs outside, climbs up to the roof, then falls through the ceiling- TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION!
Suigetsu: Hey Mommy! I have a sharp object up my ass! Guess what it is?!
Deidara: -Twitch- I have no idea
Suigetsu: Broken glass! You were right Karin! This does work better than dildos!
Karin: I told you!
Deidara: Ugh (Here goes nothing ) -Gulp- Listen up, uh SON MOMMY needs your help with something VERY important (KILL ME!!!!!)
Suigetsu: Yes Mommy? -Smiling-
Kakuzu: Now theres a real trooper -Holding ha
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 11Takeo and Relic walked slowly through the empty streets of Warfang. Most of the citizens were asleep, though there people occasionaly sitting in their houses and looking out the windows or preparing food inside. The bakers were up at this hour and their ovens released the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. Relic smiled and kept sniffing at the air. It felt as if her nostrils had died and went to heaven.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 11 in Settings More Like This
"That is wonderful..." she said, sniffing and closing her eyes, but keeping pace with the human. "I haven't smelled anything so good in such a long time."
Takeo looked at her inquistively. He realized that he no idea of how long she was in captivity.
"When did the apes capture you?" he asked.
"Oh, maybe about a month before I was rescued by your friends." The amber dragoness replied, opening her eyes and looking at Takeo. She seemed to have
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 5It wasn't long before Takeo and Hunter managed to see the remaining ape raiders. The two of them kept quiet and followed the group, maintaing a distance of around a hundred yards. The apes limped and lumbered through the field, many of them having blood stains on their armor and torn cuirasses. Despite the fog, Takeo could make out around twenty apes.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 5 in Settings More Like This
"Damn! We can't even raid villages anymore!" one of the apes growled, limping and patching up a cut on his hand.
"Malefor is displeased with our failure at defending the Well of Souls, there are rumors going about that he replaced us big apes with little Grublins." another one said.
What's a Grublin? Takeo would have to ask Hunter at a better time.
"Bah! They no good fighters! They weak bugs and get squished easy!" said the first ape. They were silent from then on and drastically slowed down their pace. One of them finally collapsed from blood
TLoS: World at War FinalNoon. This is it. This is the time to settle matters with the Dark Master and his croonies.TLoS: World at War Final in Settings More Like This
Dempsey, Spyro, Nikolai and Richtofen nodded together and said their good-byes to the villagers.
"You be careful do you understand me? I will not tolerate anything bad happening. I will desecrate your corpses if you die." Toran growled, but a sad twinkle in his eyes. The humans and the purple dragon nodded.
"We will old timer," assured Dempsey. "We will."
The group turned to the main crowd that had gathered. The crowd erupted into applause and roars of hope as the group took to the air and headed to the Well of Souls.
Lenin took the three humans rather easily. He seemed to have gotten much better and stronger. Spyro seemed to have gotten stronger as well.
"Guys..." Spyro began. "I must fight Gaul alone..." To his surprise, he only received nods. &
TLoS: World at War Ch. 39"Well, as I said, we're travellers. We're heading to Warfang." said Zoidius. He didn't feel good about lying, but had he told them the real reasons, the villagers might not want them to stay, and they need the rest.TLoS: World at War Ch. 39 in Settings More Like This
"Warfang is quite a long ways away. Where did you come from?" asked Kala, lying down on the grass. The other dragons lost all suspicion and gathered around the three visitors. Some of the hatchlings came up to Nikolai and sniffed him.
"You smell funny..." squeaked a hatchling with sky blue scales.
"That would be the vodka...I think..." Nikolai took a deep breath. "Yeah, that would be the vodka."
Zoidius and Dempsey sat down on the grass with Kala. "We were held captive by pirates." said Zoidius with a false shudder to build sympathy.
"More pirates..." growled one of the adults. "They're expanding pretty rapidly."
"Hush up..." said
TLoS: World at War Ch. 38"Where we headed?" Dempsey called. They have been flying for two hours and yet, they were still hovering above the void.TLoS: World at War Ch. 38 in Settings More Like This
"To a village due west of here. We will rest there and then search for Cynder." Zoidius called back.
"Wait...how the hell do you know where it is if we're in some sort of empty space?" he asked.
"For the past hour or so, I've been scanning with my mind crystal for any other life out here. About twenty minutes ago, I detected the minds of some dragons from the village I mentioned."
Dempsey looked confused, but said, "Hell, I don't care anymore. This entire world has been fucking insane ever since that teleporter sent us here." Zoidius merely smiled and continued on. Nikolai's Dreadwing followed him. Nikolai had grown quite fond of the Dreadwing.
"You are very smelly. Just like my fourth wife! She was pretty though. Pretty a
TLoS: World at War Ch.1Takeo, Nikolai and Dempsey were waiting in the main hallway, while Richtofen tried to get the portal to work.TLoS: World at War Ch.1 in Profiles More Like This
"Mmm. I can taste the flesh of those undead monsters already." Nikolai was holding onto his gun very tightly, grinning devilishly while doing so. For a moment, Dempsey swore he could see a flash of red in Nikolai's eyes.
"Uhh, you're kidding right? You're not actually thinking about eating these guys, right?" chuckled Dempsey nervously.
"Why? Are you afraid of me?" Nikolai asked.
"Umm, no. I was asking, because, uhh, that would be disgusting. Yeah, Im not afraid of you." said Dempsey.
Before Nikolai could answer, a loud whoosh could be heard while Takeo, completely ignoring the two, torched down his first zombie. Dempsey held his BAR at the ready, trying to completely ignore the fact that Nikolai was watching Dempsey with confusion.
Before long, the hordes were funneling into the hallway while the three fired away at them. Ta
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 24Opening the flap, Takeo stepped out into the village and was greeted, much to his surprise, by a crowd that had gathered infront of the storage hut. Every single one of them had a look of curiosity and horror on their faces. He had never seen so many cheetahs before and there looked to be more than what the village looked like it could physically support.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 24 in Settings More Like This
As he looked into the gathered crowd, he could see all the warrior cheetahs that had helped defend against the Shadus cheetah assault and along with other slimmer looking cheetahs. Their breasts were portruding out, making bulges on their robes so, the human had guessed these were the females of the group. With the females, were much smaller cheetahs with clean fur of varying colors and fairly big eyes.
Movement had caught his eye and Takeo saw Hunter and Prowlus shoving their way through the crowd.
"Back up!" Prowlus ordered. The cheetahs did so without hesitation. Prowlus and Hunter stood right next to Takeo and Prowlus looked back
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 12"I need to leave. Hunter and Zaroth are no doubt waiting for me." Takeo told Ignitus as he was closing the bag he brought with him.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 12 in Settings More Like This
"Very well. What should I tell the others?" Ignitus looked over to the other dragons. They were all at the table, eating meat, cheese and talking to each other about different things, like their childhoods or things they would like to do when the crisis is resolved.
"Tell them I left to explore the lands. It's not the full truth, but does include some of it." Takeo looked at the others as well, then back to Ignitus. "It'll do. I don't want them wanting to follow me around."
"Very well. Be safe Takeo." Ignitus said. Takeo nodded and went out the main doors of the Temple.
"Hey, where's he going?" Kiah asked as she watched him leave.
"Out. He's never really gotten a chance to explore the lands since he first got here and he wants to do so."
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 9Takeo awoke from his sleep, his vision blurry and his head throbbing. It was very late as there were no lights coming from inside the Temple and outside the window, the stars were twinkling. He absent mindedly grabbed his Eviscerator and checked to see if it was loaded. After confirming, he felt a bit sheepish for having gotten into this habit of constant checks with the Eviscerator. He took off the upper layer of his leather clothing, leaving a white undershirt he wore with his normal uniform.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 9 in Settings More Like This
Digging around in his backpack, he was shocked to see the food he and his other human cohorts had stolen from the pirate ship during their imprisonment had not molded or gone stale. He layed the food out on the table and sorted through it, finally grabbing some odd colored bread. He sniffed it, but smelled nothing wrong with it. He squeezed it and it crunched with the freshness of it coming out of the oven.&
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 7Scar had a difficult time trying to keep up with the others. They had to wait for him on six seperate occasions and Zaroth was starting to lose patience. Takeo had wondered if there was some sort of injury that Scar had. It looked like it, because he kept left front paw up as if it was broken.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 7 in Settings More Like This
"What is wrong?" Takeo asked. The grey dragon looked up at him.
"Nothing, just sprained my ankle that's all." Scar winced as he try to set it back down, then he quickly pulled it back up. "The apes often tortured me to amuse themselves. My ankle hurts because they broke my legs and made me walk. Then they healed my wounds, but left my ankle in pain."
"We could fix it with those red crystals your kind is so fond of." Hunter suggested. "Problem is, I don't see any around."
"I won't slow anyone down, I promise." Scar said firmly. He set back to his limping while the others watched with conc
What's Beautiful?Love is beautiful because without it, we would be hollow and incomplete.What's Beautiful? in Short Stories More Like This
Music is beautiful because it is a healing energy, a helping hand, an uplifting spirit, a happy time, an escape to paradise a passion for most.
Individuality is beautiful because what two people would want to be exactly the same?
Hope is beautiful because it is something that keeps you going, even if you don't want to.
Determination is beautiful because it is the force that allows us to charge ahead.
Courage is beautiful because it doesn't allow you to back down from a challenge.
Dreams are beautiful because it's the love for them that keeps them together, the music that is your first aid, the individuality that makes them tailored to you, the hope that wants you to succeed, the determination that demonstrates strength, and the courage that makes them achievable.
Be Who You AreBe brave, don't falter nowBe Who You Are in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You're so far, hold on tight
Don't give up, hold your ground
Keep it real, put up a fight
Press your luck
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, a very bright star
Be who you are
Stay strong, avoid the pain
Just fight on, use your voice
Dearest child, you've something to gain
Do it now, make the choice
Press your luck
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, a very bright star
Be who you are
Understanding doesn't knock at your door
Don't look back, now you're so far
Just keep going on
Press your luck
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, a very bright star
Don't give up
Hold your head up
Shine like a star, learn who you are
Be that star
Just be who you are
I Don't UnderstandI don't understand.I Don't Understand in Free Verse More Like This
I don't understand why the sky is blue.
I don't understand why people aren't equal.
I don't understand why sugar is so sweet.
I don't understand how music can be so beautiful.
I don't understand when you roll down a field of daisies why it feels so carefree.
I don't understand how people fall helplessly in love.
I don't understand how sunshine can be so lively.
I don't understand how people can be full of hatred.
I don't understand how I found you.
I don't understand how doodles brighten my day.
I just don't understand.
Chat BoxHe didn't quite understand how mesmerizing he was. From his beautiful eyes to his playful attitude, he was captivating. In all of the conversations I heard him have with others, I would genuinely giggle at what he would say. When I got the chance to talk with him, we had a lovely conversation. I wish I could have exchanged more words with him, but there was nothing else I could say; there didn't seem to be any more time to talk.Chat Box in Short Stories More Like This
I had never really seen him before because we live in two relatively different places. We compared how life was in our hometowns, or in our schools, or however we could to get a laugh. After we finished talking, we would keep running into each other for the rest of the day. Every time we would, we'd smile at each other and talk, then say bye again until our next meeting.
Eventually, there was no "next meeting". Sure, I found him online and he added me, but what relationship
Watch Your BackWatch you back. You never know what he's going to do. If you don't think twice about it, then you'll lose yourself in his deception. He lies. He steals your heart and won't return it. He's a heart snatcher. He's willing to waltz into your life without any ideas of stopping and then leaps out.Watch Your Back in Short Stories More Like This
He's a vindictive liar. If you try to run, his claws are ten feet deep into your skin. If you curl up any closer to him, you'll never escape. He will have you tangled so tightly in his web of lies.
Watch your back. You never know what he's going to do. Don't you see what's happening? Can you not realize that he is merely using you for whatever game he's trying to win? He doesn't care about you; he only wants one thing and one thing only: to use you until there is no more use to you.
Watch your back.
From a DistanceI can only watch from afar. I'm not allowed to be close to you for fear of tipping the delicate balance between me and your girlfriend, so I must watch you grow from a distance. You're so beautiful. Your achievements are unparalleled, your strengths not matched, your kindness unrivaled, your beauty irreplaceable. You care passionately about the things you love, you exercise wisdom courageously for the things you believe in. You even respond to me when you can. There is just one flaw in our plan: her. She must be great for you to not even notice me. She seems to hinder you, but you protect her so well. That's what makes you a great guy. You're so protective of her to the point that it's sickening. But she's got her claws in you so deep, and you'll never get free. I can't tell you because you won't believe me. Her word is higher than mine.From a Distance in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Tender SpiritDear Tender Spirit, the humble and wise.Dear Tender Spirit in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What can you see behind my gray eyes?
Can you see the deceit?
Do you catch the lies?
Dear Tender Spirit, the brave and bold.
Did you know that my mind feels old?
How can you watch right now
As the story unfolds?
Dear Tender Spirit, the kind and warm.
How can you watch me become so torn?
Is it easy for you
To see me scorned?
Dear Tender Spirit, the weak and wrong.
Did you hear the lyrics of my song?
Of how I'm right
And you're completely wrong?
Cityscape ChasesIt was probably midnight, but in a city, the higher the building you were on determined how much beneath of you could be seen. Cars were still zipping feverishly across the pavement below, but fifty-six stories above ground level created a false image of how fast the vehicles were actually going. On a ledge, it didn't matter. He could take time to stare at the movements 450 feet below, or he could watch the retreating form of his quarry on the building thirty feet away.Cityscape Chases in Short Stories More Like This
With his heart pounding in his chest, he backed away as far as he could, readied himself, then sprinted forward as fast as his legs would allow. When the ledge was close enough, he jumped to clear it for the building that she had gone on.
For what seemed like an eternity, he was in the air, hanging dangerous and carefree above the city. His body was bent to be as aerodynamic as possible, but he didn't think he could make it. If he couldn't clear it, he wo
RealThere is no false side to me. What you see is real. I don't need to hide behind a mask of makeup or a curtain of straightened hair everyday; I'm not out to impress the world. Sure, I might put some on, but that's to make me feel good, even if it creates just a bit more appeal. I'm not about to play my made up poker face to win some guy's attention, or to be the prettiest, or to hear the most wolf-whistles; I don't care for those things. In five years, where will that get me? "Looks" only last for a little while. I pride myself on who I am. I change for no one.Real in Philosophical More Like This
I'm not in the trendy crowd because the latest "in" fashion isn't important to me. It'll be out of style soon, anyway.
I'm not worried about the he said-she said drama.
I could care less about what you think of me, because I appreciate the lessons that my friends, family, and mentors have taught me. I learned that what pe
Musical AdrenalineWhen he was in this state of mind, no one could break his concentration. His overflowing excitement was only contained by his focus, his unbreakable will forcing his serious expression. He turned from the people that had become his second family and faced a chair. On it rested a box branded with his name, the lid hiding the final release to his happiness. He propped it open and placed the militaristic cap on his head, fluffing the white feathers out as he did so. A pair of black gloves rested in the bottom of the box, so he quickly slid them on before locating his silver star. It had been placed beneath the safety of a chair, but it now resided in his gloved hands. His fingers gently glided over the shiny, freshly polished brass, his eyes gentle on the craft.Musical Adrenaline in Short Stories More Like This
He filed in behind several of his family members and assumed his usual position to the left of two of his fellow silver stars. Two familiar co
It's A Fine Line...will we ever be able toIt's A Fine Line... in Free Verse More Like This
to tangle our fingers through each other's hair
without wanting to pull it out
and watch it drift through time and space
like the lazy fluff of a milkweed?
our branches rot and we
let them drop off onto
someone else's head.
if a leaf falls in the forest,
is it poison? because if it is, i think
that it needs to find its way into
your seven o'clock cup of tea.
here we go again.
Starfish are Sinnersyou told me one timeStarfish are Sinners in Free Verse More Like This
that starfish were sinners,
that they were scraped from the sky by angry gods
and tossed into the raging sea.
i asked you why they deserved it,
but you grabbed my hand and pulled me back
to our hotel room,
lamented over dead animals in slices
on whole wheat bread
and muttered about
the taste of turkish coffee.
in the evenings,
we combed the beaches for something you'd lost.
the sea kept calling you,
you told me
between shovelfuls of wet sand.
covered our walls.
you traced obituaries with your fingertips
and said you'd have those people
to dinner one day,
that i would catch fish
and you would fry them up
and serve them on our best plates.
that day i came from the water
and found you curled on the floor;
when i lifted all 98 pounds of you and carried you to bed,
you told me that you didn't know me,
said you'd never had a family,
but would i be your granddaughter
because you'd always wanted one?
i said yes because
what else was the
Subway Tunnelthe railroads have built themselvesSubway Tunnel in Free Verse More Like This
into her arms.
the train thrums in her pulse-
it arrives at
quarter to six
but she's dead
when it reaches the station.
The Days of Our Livesmonday said that you loved me.The Days of Our Lives in Free Verse More Like This
he whispered this through broken teeth
and touched me with hands that were
crackled, like boiled eggs.
tuesday stole you.
her eyelashes batted too slowly
and i saw you leave,
brought you back to my door-
meek, wet, and disheveled,
clutching wilted roses.
thursday, ever tricky,
hid you in the orange grove with a lady
and no amount of april fools could convince me to stay.
friday let me cry at her bosom,
she stroked my hair and murmured lullabies
into tangled silk.
saturday was kind and gentle.
'fear not,' he said, and patted my hand.
'he will return.'
you did. saturday dragged you home
and draped you over our lovestained couch.
sunday was the meanest day.
he gave me bruises and whiskey-tinted kisses
all up my neck.
i was packed to leave,
monday said that you loved me.
he whispered this through punched-out teeth
and touched me with hands that were
tainted, like last week's garbage,
so tuesday tol
Dandelion FluffInfant moons danced on the hillside,Dandelion Fluff in Free Verse More Like This
bobbing silver orbs in the black of night.
they swayed, and swayed, and swayed.
The night wind ruffled their hair-
I glided through them on bare feet
and shook their tufts into the sky.
They were old, and they were wise,
and they let go of their bodies and floated high above the houses and the trees,
and I laid on my back in the cold, dewy grass,
and prayed for them to come take me.
SynesthesiaaloneSynesthesia in Free Verse More Like This
tastes like the first grass of spring,
and the tender shoots
stick in my throat
and i cough.
feels like a hard, oval sugar-disk
that is yellow in color and tastes like
is the melty-blue sky
when the wind kicks up,
and it has the emptiness of a
is brown and vast and breathtaking,
as if the awesome landscape deserves your air
more than you do.
and awesome feels like
popcorn in my shins,
hard kernels exploding into
slippery, fat puffs
that just disintigrate.
is a funny word because it has three i's
and it is rust-red like a river
and reminds me of chalk.
is a slap in the face with
a cool sheet of red metal.
it bubbles up like boiling water.
face is different
if it's mine or yours,
or if i'm facing something
smooth and white and cold
like a marble statue of the sky.
Motorcycle.Motorcycle in Free Verse More Like This
there are stray-cat men who ramble through my bar rooms,
ponytails that drip down their backs
and they wear ink beneath their skin,
blue jeans that are soft and faded, hands
whose callouses rub spots on my tables, and
how many times have i felt the sticky-cold smack of a bandana,
the bristle of an unshaved mouth running rough against my thigh?
there is a certain poetry about the way a hair
sticks to naked skin.
i am weaved between burning legs,
dripping oil and gasoline
we roar like tigers
in a concrete jungle.
the morning after is
heat between my thighs and an empty bed,
shy noseprints on the window and my best friend
poured in a dirty glass,
if you feed them,
stray-cat men have a way of coming back.
on the nights when i forget whose name i need to scream...
...and so i gave you thisyou asked me for a poem....and so i gave you this in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i fall in love with words
and wish that words
would fall for me.
you want a poem? how about the darkness of the morning
when the sun still rubs the night from his eyes,
the dew on the grass and how your feet jump from the itch.
how about the laughter of a creek or the roar of the ocean,
there, that's a poem.
you want a poem?
ask me about watermelon kisses
or how a blackberry whispers love to the backs of my teeth.
ask me how my lips know every curve of my knees
and my spine knows the unyielding wall,
ask me about sunsets and the giants who paint them,
who gave the frog his croak, and why,
why the ravens never seem to cackle
on those dark and maddening nights.
how about the way the muse and i do things
that make her a saint and i a sinner?
how about the soft hiss of my breath when my mouth falls open,
the crust that sleeps in my eyes until i scrape it away.
this too is a poem.
you asked for a poem?
the way honey drips off a spoon,
Unpoetica painter,Unpoetic in Free Verse More Like This
with his tubes rolled down to squeeze out the last
flicks his brushes with precision-
sends ballerina strokes of color across the landscape
to become houses,
and this is elegant to watch.
arms slick to the elbows with grey,
twists her long fingers around the neck of a vase,
coaxes shapes from dirty lumps of clay
and calls them pots,
and this is elegant to watch.
who bends and twirls like long, swaying grasses,
lifts a delicate chin,
points a rounded toe,
leaps and spins and stops breathless
before the judges,
or a crowd.
and this is elegant to watch.
but the poet,
whose eye are red from sleepless nights,
hunches protectively over notebooks,
curses the muses he cries to
and crumples his inadequate words,
hammers his fist on the desk and
topples his coffee onto his poem,
and this is far from elegant.
of all the artists in the world,
the poet is the
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber