my cupcakeshes sweet.More Like This
someone im proud to meet.
for she broke my ice.
for my soul she has freed.
my cute cupcake,
for the love you make.
i love you,
i wouldnt know what to do without you.
my sweetest girl,
you make my head swirl.
i might be a corn,
but since i was born
ive never felt i as warm inside.
its because i know you are right.
i love you. without end.
for the time we spend,
i wish would never end.
thank you...you got me to eat again.More Like This
you got me to go out into large groups and keep my cool.
you got me to smile every day,in and out.
you got me to feel again.
you got me to have a heartbeat once more.
you got me to feel emotions like never before.
you taught me love.
and all i can give you in return is my heart and the sweet words,whispered in your ear... "i love you".
ill never leave you. ill always be by your side,no matter what.
how my heart started beating again.well,i only had 2 previous girlfriend. the first we were way to young and stupid to remember and the second just toyed with my heart until it broke. ever since that it was just shattered worse and worse until it was just dust. but then i met Zekkie and after a while,i started feeling again. and eventually i woke up smiling. and then i went days on end smiling because i talked to her. and eventually that cold,empty feeling started going away when i talked to her. and then i started spending days with that feeling. and then i asked her how she felt. she felt the same. and now...i asked her out and...well...you know that story. she gave me back my feelings. even gave me some that i never knew i had.More Like This
we're in a horror movieYOU are in a HORROR MOVIE.More Like This
Put eleven characters in a Randomizer and list them in order in the meme~
The one who suggests the creepy house is safe: :iconjalden: we were persuaded by none other than janet
The one who trips while running through the woods: :iconsuperlionpower: accurate
The one who suggests you split up: :iconwanderingthunder: not accurate
The first one to go missing: :iconreshiram6: probably because she sided with the monster pffff
The first to go insane: :iconbeautifullydarkened: i don't doubt that
Is murdered when saving you: :iconlolpeaceoutlol: noOOOOOOO
Has your back no matter what: :icongirolfsoulbutler99: holla back gurl
Survives by faking dead: :icons-l-l-v-3-r: that's brilliant actually
Has a solid survival plan that no one listens to: :iconmehpikachuz: whY ARE WE NOT LISTENING SHE HAS SEEN MORE HORROR MOVIES THAN DAYS
Comes back to haunt you: :iconiceeon: wow you'r
ABC dA Challenge - SpaceAt theMore Like This
Beginning of the
Drastic actions occurred, an
Explosion unlike none other
Frantically changed our lives.
Gallium and Gold,
Hydrogen and Helium,
Iodine and Iron, this
Jumbled up explosion created the elements.
Killing was created,
Life was too,
Robots and fantasies too,
Universe was created by this almost
Virtual and unreal occasion, in which our little
World was created.
Robbing the NeighborsMore Like This
We sat in a small, cramped room. The walls were a dull ashen, and dark wooden planks covered the floor. It was dark in this room, the only light coming from a single overhanging lamp that flickered every once in a while. In the center of the room was a rectangular mahogany table. The table had history, I knew. Cut from the boughs of a mighty tropical tree and forged in fires of a stove that burned really hot. Like, really hot. How this table did not burn is beyond me.
I stood at the head of that majestic table, a jumble of blueprints and schematics laid out before me. My cohort stood at the other end, an incredulous look plastered to her tanned face.
"You want to do what?" she asked me, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"You heard me." I whispered darkly, "We're going on a heist."
"We're going on a heist?" she asked, that bewildered look never leaving her face.
"We're going on a heist." I confirmed. "Is there an echo in h
FreeHalf OffMore Like This
Two for One
There's a problem when
An incentive. Nowadays
To be on Sale
To be on Special
To be on Clearance
Even necessities. Else
We complain the expense is
Too high. Are we becoming
The entitled poor or
Are these false concessions
The businessman's victory?
Titles Don't Belong in the First LineTitles don’t belong in the first line,More Like This
and poetry is not made of end rhymes.
The ventilated fluorescence and I
flicker at the incongruence
and I want to tell her
sometimes east is left
on the map
if you hold it right.
WalnutsI wish my chair could recline on its own; the thing’s legs protest my weight in no uncertain terms whenever I lean too far back.More Like This
I chew unhappily on my pen cap as I stare at the stubbornly blank screen in front of me, the screen that should be filling up with a three-page paper on the Han Dynasty. I decide to write a brief intro about those few things I can summarize coherently, at least to buy time for my brain to process that I have no idea what to say about the damned thing.
The wind rattles the tree branches outside, sending a shower of black walnuts rattling and bumping onto the steel roof outside the window, from which they cascade to the ground below like decaying raindrops. The walnuts seem to be the only things doing well this year; people say it’s because of the hot summer. I hope one of them clobbers the owners of the dog down the street. I’ve got nothing against the poor thing, but who the hell leaves their dog chained to a tree in the middle of thei
I Want To Be PrettyThere’s nothing I want more,More Like This
Than to be the prettiest,
Out of every girl and every guy.
So what if I’m a guy,
I’m not going to let that stop me,
From being recognized far and wide.
Miss Universe has nothing on me,
There’s no way she can be prettier than me,
And you can just call me Miss Multiverse.
Corsets and lingerie and skirts too,
I’ll apply tons upon tons of makeup,
Guys will look at me and say “she’s hot.”
And then I’ll finally walk across the floor,
Gracing others with my beauty,
Now I’m the prettiest of them all.
Julius Caesar: The Ides of MarchJulius Caesar: The Ides of MarchMore Like This
Never before had a heartbeat stretched so long.
He had seen many men fall. He had seen men pierced by arrows, struck through with blunt swords, trampled beneath the wayward hooves of the determined cavalry. He had seen men fall victim to festering yellow wounds, draw their last shaky breath as they lay stricken by illness, waste away as their fading strength failed them. Many, many men had fallen, but he had not. The end was nigh, and it was too soon. Far, far too soon.
There was a knife between his ribs.
He had heard tell of it. Heard of men being accosted by their enemies in the shadows of night, who fell in dim alleys in the bright light of day, who gave in to the paranoia and destroyed themselves before the plot could be carried out. He had always disdained of such men. If he was to be killed by another man, it would be with honour, not in the dark, carried out by men who fairly reeked of cowar
JudgesStopMore Like This
Pretending you're a saint.
Pretending you accept.
No one ever will
No one ever has
I can't see.
Through the wall of white
Through the tangled words
Pretending you want honest.
Is not subjective
Pretending you see right through.
From the first iteration
From the first of impressions
I can't see
Through the wall of white
Through the tangled words
It doesn't matter what's true
It doesn't matter what's false
What matters is how I see it
You know that
And you do it anyway.