The difference between
chili and dip
Is that one uses a spoon,
and the other, a chip.
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,
Midnight Write I should be asleep.Midnight Write by Link-Rar
People say that tomorrow is a big day, and that I'll need my rest if I'm going to face it.
Am I an insomniac?
I sure hope not.
Maybe I'm anxious.
No, that's not it either.
Maybe my brain is simply too busy to sleep.
Yeah, that must be it.
Smooth jazz might help me sleep.
Well, that didn't work.
However, this jazz is calming.
I do like calming.
Now, there's a DJ talking.
I like his voice.
It's smooth, like the jazz.
Oh, there's another song starting now.
I must be crazy, writing this at midnight.
It is nice though, being able to write down my thoughts.
Organic, straight from my head to the p
|Let it be stated that I do think deeply, and this is a fine example.|
The White WolfThe White Wolf by WolfRusher
The white wolf stands in the autumn leaves
Awaiting the arrival of the cool winter breeze
For he knows when the snow comes
He can hide away with ease
His marshmallow fur will blend right in
When the hunters come looking for him again
He will be able to hide in plain sight
For his fur is shimmering snow white
He dreads the day when the snow goes away
Because he knows that is when he will have to play
With the hunters who come with guns, large in size
For the white wolf knows he does not want to be their prize
PretendHe had to cover up his arms,Pretend by InkedWords
She had to wear sweatshirts,
So their loved ones would not notice
How much they were going through.
He had to tune out the world,
She had get rid of her mirror,
So they would not notice
How much they hated themselves.
He wore fake smiles.
She pretended to eat.
So no one would worry
And no one would try to meddle.
He had to grow out his hair
So he could hide his red eyes.
She had to make excuses
So no one would question the retching sounds in the bathroom.
They have pretended all of their life
To protect the people who care about them
And to protect themselves.
|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?|