Once upon a time, there was a man.
He made me smile like no man can.
He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,
But then he found out I was into whips.
And off with my heart he ran.
Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the way
you made me drink away my pains
How I got so drunk that night, I ran away
and did not remember waking up in his arms
Or how I wanted to cry every night
you told me you loved me
and kissed my cheek
Because I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,
You were wishing you were with somebody
who loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.
I had nothing to cry about;
this is where I am guilty.
Flowers are growing
where you planted your kisses.
Cheeks ache from laughter,
Am I so selfish
that I ache for more than love?
What better is there than love;
what possibly is causing these rainclouds
in both my eyes and my mind?
It is my own fault
that I broke my very own heart,
waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the south
and your daisies are the north,
my petals are no less than shooting stars,
for have you not said a flower is a flower?
Tell me then, why must I perish?
I try my best at glamour,
yet I am still nothing to you
compared to roses.
Tell your gardener to go;
we are not friends, he and I.
His hands are the devil,
and his jars hold the devil's heart.
As summer grows old,
he rains the devil's tears among us.
Although you may say a flower is a flower,
what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love,
This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madness
in one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostitutes
look so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,
the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave?
I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars.
That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war.
The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight.
Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul?
That is what I am and will be - lost battles.
There is too much madness that I cannot understand.
Bury my memories as well.
It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,
a thousand better ways.
All it does is ferment the sweet flowers
that once held the key to my heart,
scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.
Boston holds such better promises,
comprises such better welcomes.
I will not find tears
beneath the corners of every street;
no memories at the stop sign.
Just passersby, looking at yet another
broken girl, hoping to make her way
in the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?
...What do I want?
I want to love you.
I want to love you
like you say you love me.
I want to please you,
as I am a people pleaser.
How could I possibly say no?
You're here in front of me,
hurting with your life.
I don't know who I am -
God knows who I am.
If only he could reign His truth
upon my soul.
If only, then I could tell you
what I truly want.
(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.
But you still don't move..
The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?
You don't want to go, do you?
Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,
the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.
The scars that those pretty little roses caused,
as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.
The boundless embers dance on,
pulling you in with them.
Will you dance, or will you fall?
Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,
bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.
Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...
So answer this, will you dance?
Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,
with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.
And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,
hides underneath it the roots to all value,
to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,
as they blemish your face with their candy blood.
But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his own
disappear beneath his smile,
replaced by sense of unknown hope.
Giving up is an option,
a door always open,
but he glances through,
and quickly moves on.
He is not.
No, he does not see light
through cracks of darkness,
does not see sunshine
in the black of the night.
This man knows where to search, though,
how to find sunshine
after tornadoes reined their fury.
as if their stones meant something
when spoken by poison lips
set out kill.
He will not defeat,
nor be defeated.
Rocks may be thrown,
sticks and stones,
but come morning,
he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?
Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.
I always trip and I always fall,
But worse than that, worst of all,
When I was born, I hit my head.
"He won't grow at all," the doctors said.
So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.
I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.
When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,
My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.
No one else helps; all they do is stare.
"Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.
So one day when I was all alone,
I decided to go out, all on my own.
I slowly crept from our large herd
Without even a single goodbye as a word.
I ran away from that mean, old town.
The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.
I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.
I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"
The oddities of this animal amused me, though.
One of them amused me most, of all her woes.
This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.
She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.
I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies
I pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.
Shrek is love I say, Shrek is life
My dad overhears me and calls me a faggot
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek
I called him a cunt
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
Im crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and its really cold
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me
I am so happy
He whispers in to ear "this is my swamp
He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees
I spread my ass cheeks for Shrek
He penetrates my butthole
It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
I push against his force
I want to please Shrek
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
My dad walks in
Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter One
Today I Learned an important lesson about friendship.
I learned how to write "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
I wrote "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
Today I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.
I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.
Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?
I did this while Applejack had more than 1.
I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"
Applejack got one less.
When Applejack had more than 1,
I sang "Take one down and pa
Awesome quotes by Gerard Way
Awesome quotes by Gerard Way (lead singer of My Chemical Romance)-
Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.
Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!
I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.
The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell.
Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a fuckin' princess!
It's like the drag fairy coming and saying 'What would you like to do?' Um, yeah karate.
I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude.
So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experimen
3 WordsThere are 3 words I wished
I could have whispered in your ears.
Just 3 words.
Yet they are so powerful that they could
Make the mightiest man cry.
As much as I would have wanted to say them,
I didn’t know how.
Too awkward, I suppose.
Many have tried
And it ruined their connections.
So I kept it in.
To hold on
To what we already had.
Of tears & Laughter.
I didn’t want to let go of that.
I was too afraid,
To make things worse than they were.
Ah yes, today,
I will break that silence.
Before I die,
I want to tell you,
I hate you.
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
FullMetal Alchemist Yo Momma
Yo momma is so fat; she ate Gluttony and became the new one.
Yo momma is so nasty; even Gluttony wouldn't eat her.
Yo momma is so fat Ed Elric could have used her as Equilvalent Exchange to bring his mom back with no harm to himself or Al.
Yo momma is so ugly Roy went Gay after seeing her.
Yo momma is so ugly even Greed didn't want her.
Yo momma is so fat even Scar couldn't blow her apart.
Yo momma is so fat that they didn't distroy the gate they just shoved her ass in opening.
Yo momma is so ugly even Envy wouldn't morph into her.
Yo momma is so stupid she thought the Philosopher's stone was a new type of candy.
Yo momma is so fat even Winry couldn't make her automail.
Yo momma is so ugly she made Izumi cough up blood.
Yo momma is so ugly even Dante wouldn't use her as a body.
The Military didn't use the Philosopher's Stone to distroy Ishbal... they just dropped yo momma on it.
Yo momma is so fat gluttony got jealous.
Yo momma is so fat even gluttony went "Damn!!!!!!!!"
Yo momma so fa
Epic Rap Battles of Destiny: Revan vs ShepardDisclaimer: I don't own either of the characters portrayed or mentioned in this sound-off. This is non-profit parody that I made for my own amusment.
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF DESTINY!
Commander Shepard (Mass Effect)
Darth Revan (Knights of the Old Republic)
Light Side Revan-
Long Ago in a Galaxy far away...
I forged a legacy that will live beyond my day...
I've saved my people three times over,
From Ancient Sith to a hopeless trooper,
Mandalore's crew all came to knew,
that their firepower was to me as water,
Bane adored me, the Jedi revered me,
Even Bastila gave in and pleased me...
If it weren't for my game, none would know Bioware,
I changed RPGs and put em into full gear,
I stomped Mandalore, Malak and the Sith Emperor,
Overwhelmed? Not surprised, go take your temperature.
I'm Commander Shepard and I approve this ass-whoopin,
This cocky jedi is just asking for a beatin.
I've faced forces you