Ode to the Homeless by god-in-a-wrapper, literature
Literature
Ode to the Homeless
Ode to the Homeless
By God In A Wrapper
As it came upon the midday hour
Through a garbage can I did scour
For something one could devour
Even if it's rather sour
To pass the time
I wait in line
For some soup on which to dine
I do believe its mighty fine
Back at home inside my box
I'm glad have a pair of socks
And a comb to tame my locks
The man next door has just his thoughts
Here's an extra even shorter one cause the first one is so short.
Blessed Rain
Come hither, oh blessed rain.
Wash away the dirt from my eyes,
And reveal to me a world so pure.
The Last Few Weeks by god-in-a-wrapper, literature
Literature
The Last Few Weeks
The Last Few Weeks
The end of school
Is a joyful time.
Each recess is but a taste
Of the freedom
That is coming.
All kids sit on the edge
Of their seats
Each one willing time
To go that much faster.
But as we age
That joyful wave is replaced
By tentacles of apprehension.
Waiting to snatch you up
As finals week approaches.
Studying nonstop,
Trying to burn into our brains
Every little fact
No matter how trivial.
Yet that time of horror
Makes the freedom so much more
Magical.
We have survived the final obstacle
And at long last
Escaped our captors.
Once again allowed to run
Through the shining fields
Of Summer.
Change
Change happens
Seasons shift from one to the next
Over and over.
Rocks erode,
Settle out,
Sink, melt, and solidify into another rock.
Rivers
Carve out canyons
From previously flat land,
And, on occasion, run backward.
Wind moves sand dunes
Steadily across the desert.
Wearing them down
Then building them up again
in an unending march.
Yet man does not always want change.
He attempts to keep his routine
And rages against anything that disrupts his status quo.
But man changes also.
He ages, and matures.
He changes his tastes in food, or music.
With science what it is today
Man can even change his gender
If he wis
Aftershocks
A Sci-Fi Shortish Story
The year is 2200. The world is burning. The Earth is scorched and barren. From space it looks like a planet sized bruise, black where the land was and blue in the oceans. I guess it was nature's way of stopping global warming, kicking us out like we were common house guests. Though I guess we always were. Man has long dreamt of leaving Earth and had even set a deadline in the knowledge that our star would expand to engulf us in a few billion years. That quake and the chaos that followed just jump started the need to leave. We were all set to destroy the planet with our technology and population. But no on
Ode to the Homeless by god-in-a-wrapper, literature
Literature
Ode to the Homeless
Ode to the Homeless
By God In A Wrapper
As it came upon the midday hour
Through a garbage can I did scour
For something one could devour
Even if it's rather sour
To pass the time
I wait in line
For some soup on which to dine
I do believe its mighty fine
Back at home inside my box
I'm glad have a pair of socks
And a comb to tame my locks
The man next door has just his thoughts
Here's an extra even shorter one cause the first one is so short.
Blessed Rain
Come hither, oh blessed rain.
Wash away the dirt from my eyes,
And reveal to me a world so pure.
The Last Few Weeks by god-in-a-wrapper, literature
Literature
The Last Few Weeks
The Last Few Weeks
The end of school
Is a joyful time.
Each recess is but a taste
Of the freedom
That is coming.
All kids sit on the edge
Of their seats
Each one willing time
To go that much faster.
But as we age
That joyful wave is replaced
By tentacles of apprehension.
Waiting to snatch you up
As finals week approaches.
Studying nonstop,
Trying to burn into our brains
Every little fact
No matter how trivial.
Yet that time of horror
Makes the freedom so much more
Magical.
We have survived the final obstacle
And at long last
Escaped our captors.
Once again allowed to run
Through the shining fields
Of Summer.
Change
Change happens
Seasons shift from one to the next
Over and over.
Rocks erode,
Settle out,
Sink, melt, and solidify into another rock.
Rivers
Carve out canyons
From previously flat land,
And, on occasion, run backward.
Wind moves sand dunes
Steadily across the desert.
Wearing them down
Then building them up again
in an unending march.
Yet man does not always want change.
He attempts to keep his routine
And rages against anything that disrupts his status quo.
But man changes also.
He ages, and matures.
He changes his tastes in food, or music.
With science what it is today
Man can even change his gender
If he wis
Aftershocks
A Sci-Fi Shortish Story
The year is 2200. The world is burning. The Earth is scorched and barren. From space it looks like a planet sized bruise, black where the land was and blue in the oceans. I guess it was nature's way of stopping global warming, kicking us out like we were common house guests. Though I guess we always were. Man has long dreamt of leaving Earth and had even set a deadline in the knowledge that our star would expand to engulf us in a few billion years. That quake and the chaos that followed just jump started the need to leave. We were all set to destroy the planet with our technology and population. But no on
Stacy the Living Virus - Chapter 1 by StripeHawk, literature
Literature
Stacy the Living Virus - Chapter 1
Sometimes, you should just leave the book on magic you found in the forest where it was.
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Dave had a crush on Stacy, he’d always liked her, but the spell in his book would make it way easier to get a date with her. He’d found the book in the woods, tossed way off the trail, by happenstance. Flipping through its pages, he had found a few spells that actually worked, levitation of objects, color changing, pretty mundane stuff, and then he saw one called “Beauty Multiplied”.
It would solve his problems by bringing into existence more of the beautiful one you desire.
“Wow, if the rest work, I bet this will work
Current Residence: Up the hill, under the whomping willow, and through the looking glass. Favourite genre of music: Most Forms of Rock, Dubstep Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams Favourite style of art: Nature Photos MP3 player of choice: My cell phone (It plays radio!). Shell of choice: sea Skin of choice: chameleon Favourite cartoon character: Roadrunner Personal Quote: Silence is Golden
Favourite Movies
Inception
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park
Favourite Writers
Clive Cussler
Favourite Games
Burnout Paradise
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3
Tools of the Trade
Old Fashioned Typewriter, too much time on my hands
Two weeks til the finals. Really don't want to have go through it. Heck I don't even like summer, it's too hot, I rarely see any of my friends and I have to bike fifteen miles to get to town since I'm to young to drive on my own. I prefer the colder seasons of autumn and winter because 1. it's cooler (I hate just about any temprature over 75) and 2. in the winter I go snowbording which is pretty much my faveorite sport (it's tied with frisbee for that position). Saying all this makes me hypocritical to the poem I just wrote, but whatever I can't always be depressing.
Recently finished my first deviation and I'm kind of worried about getting comments on it since I'm not one that takes being ridiculed by strangers easily. I'm also worried that if I become popular I might have to wrie more stories and write them often which is bad since I'm lazy as well as in high school.
The other day I got this here site only to find it had logged me off (bastards). Sadly I had forgotten my password (I was under the assumption that it wouldn't log me off). So I attempted to retrive my password to no avail (curse you lower case "L" and upper case "i"). Thusly I created a new account that shall now be my backup account should I ever forget my password. You may be wondering as to how I came to return to this acount. The answer is this. I had a small brainwave today after again attempting to retreive said password. After a fruitless attempt I realized that aforementioned letters are exactly the same when typed so I tried a few o
Thank you so much for stopping by my page! I'm glad you enjoyed my entry for the Gwent contest, it was such an awesome opportunity for me to paint some fan art for one of my favourite games. Are you a Witcher fan, too? It would mean the world to me if you could stop by the contest page and give me a vote: www.playgwent.com/en/art-conte…
Of Witcher 3 certainly, the summer it came out it consumed most of my non working hours. I played it again last year and would definitely consider it in my top 10 games.
Also, great depiction of an interesting character.