The difference between
chili and dip
Is that one uses a spoon,
and the other, a chip.
Loving Words of harm.Loving by Link-Rar
Words of hurt.
Aimed at good people.
Good people who aren't what others like.
People who aren't what others want them to be.
Why shouldn't we like them?
Is it because we don't agree with them?
Because what we think they're doing is wrong?
Maybe we're doing something wrong.
Why should we hate someone because of how they live?
Do we hate them,
Or how they live?
Are they what is wrong,
Or is it their lifestyle?
If we are to love, our love shouldn't be limited.
Not their lifestyle.
Be a friend.
Not a foe.
A life is too valuable to waste.
Love the life.
Not the lifestyle.
Imaginary FriendHey there, my old friend. What's new?Imaginary Friend by Link-Rar
I know that you never seem to see me any more. It makes me kind of sad, but it does make sense. After all, I was only a figment of your imagination.
You were the best friend I ever had, and I like to think that I was your friend when you needed me most. Sometimes, I was your only friend, and you were mine. But we survived. You were the angel, and I was the troublemaker. At least, that's how you wanted your parents to think of us. Although, I did seem to have a mind of my own.
I knew there would be a day when you would forget me. It happens to all of us sooner or later, and, well, it happened to me too. I became obsolete, like a tape player or a black-and-white TV.
But I didn't mind. Now, I just enjoy seeing how your life goes.
I'll admit, I do enjoy messing with you sometimes. Like that time last week when you tripped in front of your crush. Yep, you tripped over my foot. You're
Black Blood: The Prequel "I call this meeting to order."Black Blood: The Prequel by Link-Rar
The sound of chairs being scraped across the floor echoed across the room as people sat down. All wore black cloaks, and their hoods were raised. None spoke, but all knew what would happen tonight: rules would be discussed and possibly changed, matters would be talked over, and refreshments would be served.
A figure stepped up to the front of the room and removed his hood. His brown eyes and bright red hair stood out in sharp contrast to his dark cloak. Turning to the crowd, he began to speak.
"I call this meeting to order," he said smoothly, just like the many times he had done so before. " Will the minutes of the previous meeting please be read?"
A hand was raised, and he quickly pointed to it. The person stood up and turned towards him. "I make a motion that the minutes of the last meeting be skipped. After all, we had to cut that meeting short and we never really finished it."
ShadowHey there.Shadow by Link-Rar
I know we never really get to talk, and when we do, we never get to talk about what matters.
I always enjoyed growing up with you. We did everything together, saw the world together, and did everything together.
I'll admit, I did enjoy it when you manipulated you. You were always so fascinated with what I could create.
All of them delighted you so very much.
I do have a question for you though: Why don't you listen?
Some people call my voice their conscience. Others say I'm the voices in their head. But either way, I hope you don't mind.
I know that my words aren't usually what you want to hear, but I try to say them whenever you need to hear them. You might not want them, but they are the right words to hear. One last thing before I go.
You don't seem to hear me any more. It's like you've shut me out,
|Let it be stated that I do think deeply, and this is a fine example.|
|My name is Nathan. I write poetry. When I don't write poetry, I game. When I don't game, I do other things that I am too lazy to list right now. Any questions?|