dissapearing earthIf the world were to disappear,In a single second without fear,Heaven'd go to overflow,Hell would have good people in tow,People gather round the fire,To warm the cold of air up higher,Hell not only has sinners now,It has a very good people town,For Jesus, Mary, God and 'dem,To get to know hell and satan.
A life of paradoxAs the leaves of summer fall off the autumn trees the bulbs of spring grow into the summer daffodils,As I grow into another man of the life of me,I become myself once again,The paradox of my life consumes me,I plunge into eternal darkness,never swayed by the light of the sun.
Dusk and Dawn -copyrightIn the beginning of The End there lay a great land known as Twilight. Four-Thousand soldiers of the land were now raging in an awesome battle. Half believed that Dusk was the rightful crystal of the land, the other, Dawn. Brother against Brother. Will against will. The war raged for a hundred days and a hundred nights, and out of the dust and smoke, Dawn emerged victorious. The Dusk crystal was sealed away from the world, until now...
Naruto's Date Narutos Date
Naruto had his first date! He was crazy with joy after he asked Ino out. He had to look nice in front of his date. He eventually decided to go casual, because that was what Ino apparently liked.Hi, Ino! Naruto shouted across the street Ino turned around.Hi, Naruto! she said Come down, Ill be waiting at the doorNaruto ran downstairs, as he opened the door sunlight exploded into his face. Ino ran up to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek; he blushed, red as an apple. They went past the academy as some of Narutos former pupils ran out. They began to sing Naruto and Ino, sitting in a tree
Ino immediately held his
The Rise of DarknessThis is how it all began. Many years before the first spring and the last winter was the time of The Rise of Darkness...Sadi ran at full pelt into the courtyard. He was late for Sage Uldar's early morning speech, again. Sadi had arrived just in time for the register."...54,55,56,57,58,59,60" Uldar said in his rather loud voice.Several minutes later after the formalities a rather young looking fellow shouted"Sage, is it tue the we are being enrolled early!",every single mage in the courtyard gasped, even though they to were thinking that very same thing. The Sage sighed at this outburst and began to whisper to his colleagues."Yes" he said "but you are not being enrolled because you were the best students in this academy so far". The whole school let out a groan. The Sage continued "As you may have heard the Age of Darkness, prophosised by the great Mage, Deiadus, is upon us".Proffesor Recoy had remembered nothing that the other teachers had told him as he had amnesia. He bellowed i
Naruto's first nursery rhymesHumpty dumpty sat on a wall Naruto styley!Once Naruto was sat on a wall,He'd climbed up to try and be tall,When he fell off and broke his head,He woke up in a hospital bed!Ring a ring of Sakuras!Ring a ring of Sakuras,O Soasuke I really adore ya's,I love you,I love you,We all crawl around.
Scott vs. The World - The PoemScott Pilgrim fights his wayTo reach Ramona's heartAs he KO's her evil ex'sOne by one they are defeatedHe needs no fancy powersTo win that lady overBecause he stays aliveSo he never has game overHe's got a pocket full of changeFrom all his enemies, he has beatExtra lives and power upsGives him the will to fight onAs he...Punches,Whacks,Kicks his way to successHe's the boy who rocksIn a band, so grandHe's sometimes hard to understandBut he kicks buttFor loves sakeAnd that my friendIs the icing on the cakeDoes he vs. the world?I should blooming think so...The End... Level Complete!
Slendermane, the crimson stain.Whilst searching through the internet, I came across a pagewith enough My little Pony to cause a pony fan fueled rageBut then, near to the bottom, an image caught my eyeAnd I laughed when I saw him there, behind Pinkie PieThere was Slender in the background of "Pinkie Apple Pie"Now I, being a fan of Slender, and all the Creepypasta talesRealized that this could be one of the writer's biggest failsBut hear me out, for I will tell a story of my ownA rhyming story, yes, but one to chill you to the boneBut not nearly as chilling as the story "Who was phone?"Now, if Slender's what made Toby to become what he is nowThen it opens the possibility of what the show will now allowIf Slender's there then Toby's there, Hoody and Masky tooIn fact all of the Hybrids, and Marble Hornet crewhave been invited in to lurk about and do what creepies doIf Slender's there, then so's the Rake, because they work togetherLike Everyman Hybrid shows, they're two birds of a featherBut then there's
Aromantic [A Slam Poem]I constantly witness it.People being in love.It’s literally everywhere, in the media, and in real life, I am constantly surrounded by it.And frankly, sometimes I end up feeling disgusted.Ashamed.Because I can’t feel like this.I can’t fall in love; I will never be able to say anything romanticBecause I’ll never have someone to say them to,Because I never will have someone.All because I am unable to experience romantic attraction.There’s a word to describe people like me.Aromantic.And you probably never heard itBecause no one pays attention to us.No one acknowledges our existence, we’re invisible.People will invalidate our identities, and tell us nonsense like,“You’ll find the right one someday.”“Everyone experiences romantic attraction.”“You’re cold-hearted.”<
DecoyWould you still love me if I listed the reasons not to?Would you still love me if I suddenly had changed?Would you still love me if I had nowhere to go to?Would you still love me if I was deranged?Would you still stay with me if I wanted you to leave?Would you still stay with me if I abandoned you?Would you still stay with me if my presence made you heave?Would you still stay with me if I said that I didn't need you?Would you still need me if you met someone new?Would you still need me if you moved away?Would you still need me if I didn't need you?Would you still need me like you did yesterday?Would you still want me if I confessed to all my sins?Would you still want me if I got worse?Would you still want me if my life was ruined?Would you still want me if I caused you hurt?Would you still help me if I asked for advice?Would you still help me if my condition got worse?Would you still help me if I had no hope left in life?Would you still help me if it meant you also b
Ghosts Fanfiction 16"What wacky adventures could our heros get into now you ask? Well, let's just see and find out!" The Narrartor from Pokemon said. "You've got the juice?" Steve asked Celtic. "Oh yeah dude, here ya go." Celtic tossed him a bottle of Jack Dagnels. "We about to fuck some bitches." Steve grabbed a torch and burned a hole straight through the metal building, to enter the Space Center. "How the hell did the guards not notice that torch being used?" Ghost asked Steve. "Oh silly Ghost, I used my Jigglypuff to put them asleep." Steve held out six Pokeballs. "Wait, I thought Pokemon was made in the friggin 90's? Are you a time travler too?" "Why yes, my good friend, I also hop deminsions, as you can see, I have Pokemon, saved Princess Peach, and I've even learned TLHINGAN language." Steve said to Ghost. "Woah, y
Mirror Glass [Poem]There was once a doorAt the end of the hallWe were toldNot to open at allI couldn't see whyIt was the door to which we had to stay clearSo one day I opened it,But saw only a mirror.At that time I wasAbout five-foot-tall,But when I looked through the door,That's not what I saw at all.At that time I had,Long hair, blackened and browned,But looking through that mirror,My reflection was not what I found.I slammed the door closed,Heart beating fast,But to my horror,I was on the wrong side of the mirror glass.
A Poet's DilemmaI am not a poet.I do not count my syllables or rime my linesI do not scratch pages with metaphors so deep, their meaning soars above my head.I am not a poet because I don’t write for everyone…I write for me.I am not a poet.If I read in front of everyone, or a room, or one person,I would hear no snaps, get no claps, have no feeling of elation from what others think.Would I? No, I am no poet, and I don’t know how to be one.But you are a poet!I guess, maybe, with the right light, the right background… I am, aren’t I?If I tell myself enough times, maybe I just might believe it.I am a poet. I am a poet. I am… me.I always write my truthFill every line with emotions too strong to hold in one body.I won’t stop.Not even when I am out of words to write.Not even when my emotions lay dormant just out of my grasp.I do not need recognition, nor fans, fortune, or fame.All I need is the subtlety of language married to the wri
model nationgliding across matted locks of hair, i could not tanglebecause i know everything in my little town, and i read the biblecheese grows from the feet of pedestrians who'v walked between aislesand now we've come to potato land, it's sucha bore herewe'll take the gondola, it's fishing timethe grape vines are growing out of the gold minesand they drip with beads of purple elixirwouldn't you like a drink to fix her?i know all the news is ready to be devouredwell, there's danger out there! we need to know it allthere's so much information in the world!and my mind is so small.
exterminateSkin choking meLike a tight collarI'm claustrophobicI can't be thisI want to jumpI'm going to harvestEvery bitAnd bunch the souls in a bright clusterAnd drink it's absinthe into mine
Will you forget?Will you forget that I'm gone my dear,Because I can't let you live your life in tears,Forget me and you won't cry so hard,Because I don't want to break your heart.Forget me,Forget me,The man that you loved.