Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven SasoriMore Like This
Jiraiya called you up to the middle of the room and held out the large bucket for you. You pressed your hand through the items and felt around for only a few seconds before something rather interesting got your attention. After removing it from the bucket, you gave it a closer look. It was a small piece of wood, with very intricate carvings on it. The detail and time, that some had put into this amazed you. As you looked up to ask who it belonged to, Sasori appeared in front of you. You jumped. "God, you scared me."
"That's my item. You can keep it though. I couldn't get it how I wanted it." Sasori began walking to the closet. "No matter, I can always try again."
Jiraiya placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked with you to the closet. "Careful of that one. He's a smooth talker, I wouldn't want to lose you to him." He gave you a serious look as you walked into the closet. "I'll see you in seven minutes, don't disappoint me." With his warning, he shut and locked the door.
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven IzumoMore Like This
“I'm getting to old for this.” Jiraiya stretched, cracking his back and looked down at the list. “You know what, I can't read this. I don't know where I left my glasses. So you, you come here.” He was signaling to you. “I'll just let you play next.”
“Thank you.” You walked over to where Jiraiya was and started feeling around inside the bucket. A bottle of something caught your attention. Wanting to know what it was, you lifted it from the bucket. “Hand sanitizer? Who's the germ freak?”
“I'm not a germ freak. I just like things to be clean.” A blushing Izumo stood from his place next to Kotetsu and walked over to you. “I hope you don't mind using that.”
“Izumo, you don't ask a girl to clean herself before you go into a closet with her. That's just rude boy.” Jiraiya sighed and shook his head. “You're already off to a bad start. No come on.”
Kingdom Hearts Seven Minutes in Heaven VexenMore Like This
“Alright then, everyone ready to do this thing? Because I am more than ready. We've been doing this for way too long my people.” Axel tossed the black trash back in front of him. “Well come on, you're next.” He waved you over and gestured to the bag. “Have at it.”
“Well I didn't know it was my turn. You didn't exactly tell me.” You quickly made your way to where he'd thrown the bag and started searching for an item. “This thing is endless.” Almost your entire arm was inside the bag, covered with different objects. But you wanted to find the one at the very bottom. Finally, you pushed through the mass and reached the bottom. You picked up the thin item that sat on the floor of the bag and lifted it out. It was a small, white snowflake made of construction paper. “I bet I can guess who this belongs to.”
“I bet you can. I made it quite simple for you. I didn't want to baffle you
Dear Jack Frost...There is only one thing I want this year,More Like This
So, please, lend me your ear
I'm not interested in kisses under the mistletoe,
I really just want a ground covered in snow
A white Christmas, my dear Jack, is all that I need,
Not boxes with bows or a Christmas tree;
No, my desire is much simpler,
To give way to a sparkling new year,
Just cover my town with ice and frost,
A gift that really has no real cost.
Because I miss the snowflakes and the biting cold,
This warmth and rain is truly getting old.
So, please, grant my wish this year
And fill my December with holiday cheer.
Circles.And now I find myself absentmindedlyMore Like This
retracing my steps. Footsteps matching
in the sand as I walk backwards, careful
every grain falls into place
With every step, there is pain. With every
step, there is a memory. The laughter
The tears The dreams The love
I had thought no one would ever be there
for me, to wipe my tears and to save me
from my solitude. She had been there
She had been there
Even so, as I once again walk forward,
I come to the end of the line. She is still gone,
and I am still alone, and I find myself falling submissive
to my tears as I realize I must learn to be lonely.
Where is Eric Delko?Bullets flyingMore Like This
Cars speeding by
Miles and Miles of swamp
Horatio and Calliegh
to the rescue I hope they find him soon.
I watch with excitment
and sing my favorite toon
oh where in the world is Eric Delko?
I hope they find him soon.
My kpop poemEven If I Die,More Like This
I Cant Let You Go,
So Tell me your wish,
Cuz Love like this is
I hope U are
a Wonder boy
who will make
my life Complete.
It's you who
So Its Now or never,
our Love revolution
lets Break out.
Don't Tell me Lies
Again and Again
and don't say
cuz I don't care
it's Because of you
You are Heartbreaker
and A boy who
Now I hate you, Oh!
hypergraphiashe writes in the empty spaces between the wordsMore Like This
between the world,
world-weary fingers and toes and pengrips, knives
letter-opener swords, typewriter machetes
arm-wrestling with fate and the universe on a piece of paper,
computer screens painting faces with colors
stained-glass hyphenated hue-tint-shade glory
she is patient.
she's their patient, doctors and nurses
emergency room, operating room, clinical study
they wish fervently to cut her open.
her insides will be beautiful, they say,
beautiful and pink and full of words.
unwords, she says.
she writes on her skin, on napkins and paper bags
inscribing fate and the universe in ink and pencil lead
sharpened down to stubs, nails bitten short
pens running out, she is falling
stable decline, not irreversable
your insides will be beautiful, they say,
let us cut you open with ornate scalpels
ritual sacrificial tools from a dead religion
and she makes mouse scratchings, cuneiform
hieroglyphics, kanji, cyrillic
Just As I AmI find myself getting caught up in my thoughts a lotMore Like This
And yet it's strange how often they're of somebody else
I'd like to be perfect, but I know that nobody
Can ever be perfect, so I'll just have to tell
Myself that I'm ok just as I am
I think that I'm ok just as I am
Sometimes I sit and count all of my flaws
My thighs are far too fat, my nose is big and
I'm too self-critical, I talk way too much
I'm really idealistic, I wish I was in a band
I hate my hair, I have no ass
I wish my stomach was more flat
I am too tall, I scare away
Men, not that they'd date me anyway
But maybe I'm ok just as I am
I hope that I'm ok just as I am
I wish that I could find someone
Who would look past all of my flaws
Someone to make me feel beautiful
And make me feel I have a cause
I try hard to be independent
But it's tougher than it seems
When I'm alone, I'm always
Picturing the man of my dreams
He is handsome, he is smart
And he is oh so kind
He will look past all my defeatures
He'll appreciate me for my mi
GlassesMy glasses are blinds that forever remainMore Like This
Closed over the windows to my soul
They hide emotion and thoughts
Disconnecting me from the world
The cruel world that so harshly criticizes
And so gently commends
They have always been my refuge
Helping me to see clearly
And preventing others from doing so
They protect my eyes from anything
And protect my soul from everything