Years ago my brother had,
between his legs, a blister.
He tried to pop it with a knife
and now I have a sister.
as the rain fell down.As the rain fell down
I felt it cleansing my soul.
Washing over my frown
That the laughs couldn't console.
Like a cool summer breeze
The water felt so pure.
For my disease,
the rain is the cure.
50 words.It's dark and raining as I'm sitting at the traffic lights, waiting for them to change.
A song I like comes on the radio so I turn it up louder. Too loud.
I can't hear the screams telling me to watch out for the car that hits me from behind.
Milk flavoured jelly beansNot being able to say
What I truly feel
Although I seem like I've lost my way
I won't need much time to heal
My heart is like a piece of debris,
Battered and worn, I'm a terrible host.
It's the scars you don't see
That torment me the most.
That bitch can die
Or I'll go first
You can't run with a knife in your thigh
Yeah... make her live with my curse.
But people don't care about others
They only worry about themselves.
Why would anyone bother my mother
About my state of mental health?
OppositesAlthough I am quiet
you're loud and bombastic.
I choose to use recyclable bags,
you prefer to use plastic
I'd enjoy a quiet night in
You want to go to a concert.
I cringe at the mere thought of pain,
you don't mind when you're hurt
If something is impossible,
you do it with ease.
When I would say "thank you",
you always say "please"
I may not know much
but I know this for a fact:
It is truly intriguing
how opposites attract.
Let the dark embrace me..."Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as you cry.
This phase will not erase me
From in front of your eyes.
My heart is still beating
but there's not long to go.
Life and death competing
to get me to go.
Your tears mix
and merge with my blood
like water and dirt
both mix to make mud.
It's not an eclipse
but the light is becoming shy.
"Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as I die...
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
When life gives you LEMONS...When life gives you lemons, SUCK THEM.
When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in their eyes.
When life gives you lemons, give them back and demand for chocolates.
When life gives you lemons, paint them red & call them APPLES.
When life gives you lemons, throw em hard like hand grenades.
When life gives you hand grenades, paint them yellow, disguise them as lemons and pull the pin.
When life gives you lemons, make lemon peel wings and fly too close to the sun. Trust me, they won't melt.
When life gives you lemons, shove 'em thru yer ass and die.
When life gives you lemons, use them as a dildo.
When life gives you lemons, feed yo mama n make her so fat so people can jog around her for exercise.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. No no, you eat those lemons, THEN sell your PEE as LEMONADE.
When life gives you lemons, THEYRE THE NEW GREEN DAY HEART GRENADES.
When life gives you lemons, PUKE.
When life gives you lemons, who needs plastic surgery on yer chest?
When life gives
What is that?
What do you hear?
You look as if
You've seen a ghost.
Let them speak to you;
All their tormented souls
Wish is for a living heart
To become one with theirs.
The plague of sorrow racks
These doleful townsmen,
As they wander vacant streets
With hunched shoulders.
He is crying for his mother;
Can you feel his tears?
You cannot, for youyou
You are like all the others.
Please, be their guest,
And let them creep beneath your skin.
They mean you immortal joy,
And no harm shall haunt you.
No harm shall haunt you,
But they shall instead,
Their stoicism patient as they
Wait for you to crumble.
He is crying for his mother,
Why can't you feel his pain?
Do you want to be damned
As he is damned?
They say the darkness is safe,
But here it bathes in nightmares.
Here, every moment is a cross
For vagrants like you to bear.
The gravestones loom as they
Play their ghoulish tones.
Their static grinds your bones
And orchestra strops to end.
He is crying for his mother
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
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
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