Up in the starsI'm looking at the starswondering where you areWhich one are you?The red or the blue?I miss you so much.My heart ache to see you.Are you watching me?See what I doAll the way up there?I miss you.I want you here beside me.They say you won't come back.But I still don't believe it.I miss you...
Cheetah So FastCheetah so swift.Strong,Bold.The power that you have.No one can withhold.Faster than any man.That walk on this Earth.Your species are different,from any of your kind.Speed,Speed.You run so fast.But we even the fastestcan be gone.
Fan-fiction Lesson 3: SettingSetting---------------------Forest: It's an average day forestTeam Ueki's Hideout: A little cabin in the mountainsHouse of the Moon: A foster home where Crystal lives.Team Sesame's hideout: A huge tree house and completely high -tech. This is where Team Sesame plan all their plots and battles.Run down ally: An average ally where Ueki finds a puppy in a tree while doing his morning jog. They later on find Crystal in the rundown ally practicing out her powers.Parking lot: Where the fight began with Team Ueki versus team Sesame!
Fanfiction Meme: Lesson 2Storyline Meme +Text+This is simply a writing meme for all of the people who don't have the software/equipment to do a drawing meme!(C) Idea Lienwyn.deviantart.com1) So what is your genre/subject for this story? (I.e. vampires, squirrels, historical, fanfiction)Law of Ueki fan fiction2) Now, could you please introduce your main character(s)~?Ueki (from Law of Ueki): He is a celestial human who was given the power to turn trash into trees. He is a really nice person who only fights for justice.Crystal Hoshi ( from my Law of Ueki fan fiction): Is a regular human that was given the talent to turn pieces of clothing into any kind of plants. She is caring,but can be aggressive when someones out of line.Ai Mori ( from Law of Ueki): Joined Ueki to prevented him to lose any talents. She received a power later one,but doesn't know what it is.3) Could you tell us a little bit about the plot?Team Ueki is looking for a fifth member for there team, they stubbly on a girl name Crystal Hosh
Fan Fiction Part 1: OutlineOriginal Story : Law of UekiProblem: Ueki can't find another team member for the tournament to get the Talent of BlankMain Characters: Ueki, Rinko, Sano, Mori, Tenko, a girl ( Crystal )Plots:- The team is looking for someone to join there group that wants to fight for justice.- A team with a talents attack the group and while that try to save a girl with a talent.- The girl with a talent doesn't know if she should join Team Ueki or join the team that try to attack her- Team Ueki is unsure if the girl wants to fight for justice.Solution:- Li-en decides to join team Ueki and the battle to find the talent of blank continues.Settings: ForestTeam Ueki's HideoutHouse of the Moon
My life is a waterfallMy life flows like a waterfallNo one seems to careAbout the things that inspires meTo write, to read, nothing is fairI wonder as I sit downOn my computer writing thisWhat to dowhat to doFor nothing is coming to mine.My life is a waterfallNo one seems to noticeMy troubles fall downhappiness climbs upOn my waterfall ride.
A Day in the Lives of Foxes and BirdsOver blue marble counter tops,coins click between fidgety fingersand people loiter, cluster,shuffle, ruffle their clotheslike birds dipping their beaksto the asphalt in the packed parking lothoping for nesting papers and food.With rustling plastic bags clenchedin palms still prying destiny from time-worn lifelines,his pupils appear parrot-pinpointin hasty decisions and desperation.Before he leaves, he chirrups at mefrom the wrong side of the register--"Do you need a husband?"And I, fox-sly and slippery in the reeds of my day,hold back laughter and answer with a straight face--"I've already got one,but thank you anyway."
brutal honestyHave you described y o u r s e l f to the thousands -Hesitant, but completely honest? W h o I think I amand what I s o u n d like are t w o different things.S T O P and think for a second and say,who are y o u, are you happy with whatyou d e c l a r e yourself to be? W o r d s -you t h i n k they describe w h o you are;but are they enough?Be h o n e s t.are you w h oyou want to be?O R are y o u,j u s t y o u ?False declarations lead to malicious truths that w o u n d.It burns - hurts like a k n i f e to the flesh, but you knowin the end h o n e s t y will feel like a numbing narcoticthat eases the a c h e and lets the gash become
my old friendthe warmth against your cold embracesettles my bones in for the long months.your beauty in the stoic days is unique;placid white trees of lace, glass drippingfrom the rooftops.i'm sorry i hated you so,please come back
the book of decemberat last you admit that the citydoesn’t exist, a puff of iodine nicotineto dispel fairytalesgrey dawn over nevaand it’s gone and it’s ambulance againthe folds of their chins like wilted passportsand they bend and whisper-whose pained whispers will you hear in the blizzardthere is a potent masculine lonelinesscologne rupturing and freezing the nostrilssnow-covered town and deserted cafes you’ll learn to drivesomething in it tears and calls you from the insideyour thighs squeezed together you sighto go to never listen to the wind its ear is frozen to the flagpole to carry the weight of a thousand sacrificial sp
Funny Little MenI am a coalesce of the darting goblins from the crisscrossing tangles of my aging,from the clown’s laugh which made me weep bitterly, to the old farmer’s cautionthat tasted for me my first lick of self-conscious toxin,I am an old figurehead with these faces costuming me head to footas much as I attempt to shatter this stream drinking me to ledge’s jump I cannot sufficientlyunhinge my brandisherwith every other mechanism of my force I made chance to pull the tapestry discordant waysfor moments those watching lost their sneerI jerked myself from that course and again into stony comprehensionThe twisting follower was gaining my steps again—I mirrored its struggleAs it regained a uniform I fell still beside itAnd finally the stream faced me ahead, we looked upon one another, I could not sufficientlyUnhinge my brandisher, so I dangled upon the trigger, and charged, hurling my own hand
questionableif i were to describe heri'd say she was as easy to explainas all the numbers on the spectrum.she was notthe kind of girlto tell God whatIt wanted to hear.she was clearand achingly soto the point where i could fall beneath her finger tipsand her dust would beuntainted.i still rememberher tastelike pennies in my mouththe kind of pennies you findon the boardwalkthe ones that give you good luckher name was samanthaand she was not just a flowershe was a wilted rose.
he's not a poet but his words are goldhe wasn't what most girls would call a blessing.he wasn't smartand was bad at playingthe guitar.he didn't haveblue eyes and long eyelasheshe didn't havea mysterious past lifeand his parents weren't rich.but when he sang to meand played the guitar -i didn't care that it sounded like my aunt's ten year old cat.because at nighthe held onto meand i held onto himand i could still smellthe sweat on him after a long day at work.he was horrible at cookingbut that didn't matter because i was tooand we were happysitting in front of our TVwatching Jimmy Neutronand eating last night's Chinese take out.and he wasn't perfect -i won't tell you how many timeshis words have made me wantto kill myself.he couldn't understandthat he hurt meand he never knew how to fix itbut that's okaybecause at nighthe held onto meand i held onto himand we could both hearour heartbeats -just because they weren't in harmonydoesn't mean that they couldn't sound like music.
An open letter to Honesty. I shall be honest.Bare my cotton-dyed blanket of a soul. To you, onlooker, to your perverse desire to listen to the unthinkable.I won't judge, but you'll surely judge me by the last verse. I'm planning to make-out with her in a maze of gravestones,hidden under a morbid curve of some corpse that has long began to fester.Because as always I am more in love with the poetry of my setting than of the honesty of emotion in it. I find smoking romantic, even though my mind has been plastered with images of the horrid bloated gums that it will bring.But all I imagine is a deer-eyed blue-eyed misfit with a stumble and insomniac eyes to blow nicotine gusts on my lips. Let the carbon dioxide of it's flame make my lips dry and let his ashen ones spark them awake. I believe my father to be a hypocrite, for he allows me to watch two people mindlesslyfuck but if a man in a drag sings about absolute pleasure, then he shall bring the blunted name "Jesus Chri
Prologue In the Realm where souls are placedSet to lay their restevery millennium a tournament is heldA promise of another chance to walk the earthbut the price of losing?is that your soul is destroyed.They never gather enough participantsso Innocent souls are awakened to fills these gaps.Some act as fodderothers prevent the maniacal from returning to the world of lifeThere is guaranteed to be one winner,one to reenter the worldrarely a tie is heldbut when the final two destroy each otherA combined life is born.
I'm a.........Hero (poem) I am.... By: Li-tenI am..a bendera humana wizarda sayianI am..KorraIchigoNatsuGokuI amthe avatara soulreapera dragon slayer wizarda super sayianWearetheonlyoneswhocansaveourworldsfromdestructionWeareHeros