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To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.
Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.
Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.
But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.
So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
There was a lad named Chaos who live in the North
There was a lad named Chaos who lived upon the north.
Some days upon a bicycle, he would sally forth.
The cat and dog would look at him with a wistful grin,
And sneak into the fridge and fix a Mickey Finn.
“I’ll be so cross without a trout,” Dizzy twitched her tail.
And little Jenny sat and sighed, “Where’s that Russian borzoi boyfriend for me named Mikhail?”
Off he toodled far and wide on his tiny rims,
Mermaids and troll he did search on a mirthful whim.
Down the cliffs he fell and bounced, like a rubber ball,
Luckily he landed on his head to break the spinning fall.
“Curse you, trolls!” he sa
Cake ObsessionThere is a house magnificent
With marble floors and satin drapes;
Yet the owner has a bad temperament
Which twisted his face into ugly shapes.
His life was filled with loneliness
He knew he made a mistake
To prefer work over love
He had missed his mother's cake.
He does little work yet he earns gold;
Yet if you watch his life unfold,
You'll see the pain he had as a child
Because his plans of stealing cake were defiled.
His past was filled with nonstop pain
And seconds passed in sheer disdain
Because his sister stole his cake
And threw it into a murky lake.
Evil plans are strolling his mind
All for the cake, so he could find.
He took the k
Maine: A LimerickMaine: The Land of Snow and Tractors -
where the Shotguns are plenty and the Teeth are few,
where the Men are Men and the Women are too.
Oh Lonely TomatoOh lonely tomato
so juicy, so red
I watched you sit alone
on your cold hard bed
your bed made of marble
a contrasting grey
Oh shiny tomato
i hate to see you this way
You stand out, tomato
amongst the kitchen things
your companion is the "happy mug"
which once thought it had wings
so it flew from the counter
but landed with a crash
and now its edge is chipped
but at least it didnt smash
Oh lonely tomato
you look so red and sweet
I think I'll pick you up
'cause I want something to eat
Oh lonely tomato
now you are no more
and you were too acidic
so you made my belly sore
farewell my friend
now you are eaten
and this is the end.
Ways of WalkenThe path of Walken is mysterious.
With many twists and turns.
For there's so much that awaits for you.
Follow me and you will see.
I invented a program.
To bring out your Inner Walken.
It is a simple hypnosis program.
Trigger is cowbell.
Ever wanted to be Walken?
Ever wanted to get over your fear of him?
Then this program is the thing.
The key to curing your Walkenphobia.
I must warn you that..
That once you go Walken.
You can't go back.
And you won't be able to.
It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face you turn.
Your wish will be forever true
You will be Chris and no more you...
Cowbell. Tink Tink T
.: Sleep! :.
Sleep, oh wonderful and refreshing sleep,
How skillfully evasive thou can be.
Sleep, oh how I yearn for refreshing sleep,
But thou still refuseth to come to me.
At times I close these tired eyes of mine,
And immediately fall aslumber.
Yet sometimes I start to lose track of time,
And still my wakefulness does not crumble.
I beggingly beseech thee, oh great sleep.
Please do come to rescue me from this woe.
How deeply I yearn for thee, oh great sleep,
My desire for thee continues to grow.
Sleep! What a mighty and powerful name!
Sleep! In lacking thee there's nothing to gain!
Minya's just a little tyke....
Atomic monsters breathing fire
Don’t wake them up and rouse their ire.
Minya’s just a little tyke,
Covers miles with a little hike.
Atomic smoke rings are his thing,
Practicing to be the monster king.
Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, and Manda,
I’ve yet to see a radioactive panda.
Godzilla’s Revenge we will NOT discuss,
Don’t make me mad and start a fuss.
I miss poor Minya, he’s really cute.
To hug him would be a mighty hoot.
But I’d be kinda squished.
Not exactly something you’d have wished.
The Kamacuras are coming near…
…it time to run and hide in fear!
FairiesDew drops have gathered on
Glasses of wine,
Smelling of spring where the
Fairies have dined.
Scours the trees,
Stealing their dreams in the
Coldness of screams.
Beasts of the shadows now
From rivers that demons have
Come from before.
Teeth shine like knives and
Blood is then spilt,
Quenching the thirst of
I thought I’d write
A lovely poem
About some fairies and gnomes,
But this is what happens
When I’m stuck on a weekend at home.
Walken Chant RepriseAt first I was shocked.
I didn't know what to do.
Because becoming Walken.
Was too good to be true.
I thought it would be scary.
Maybe even a little strange.
I took the slippery road of no return.
To the ways of Walken I did turn.
And then my wish and dreams came true.
I am Chris..and no more me.
But there's nothing else i'd like to be.
And to think..
That it started with a Walken fan, a computer program..
And a cowbell.
The Basket CaseThe Basket Case
The white coats are coming now
I hear the clinking of a key
They draw so near that i can hear
I know they are coming for me
My body is aching every day
My mind is tired and stressed
Lock me up in my bedroom
And then we will all be blessed
La Classe Liberata, Parte 13Giunser in poco alle nevi perenni,
Marco alla guida perché egli la strada
pel rifugio sapeva. Così, indenni,
in una grotta, sguainata la spada,
entraron circospetti: .
Luce scorsero in fondo alla grotta:
era d'un fuoco a una donna vicino
urlò con voce rotta
Marco che riconobbe il volto fino.
Ma la strega iniziò lesta la lotta:
era nascosta dentro un anfrattino
e da lì uscì non appena sentì
il grido con cui Marco si tradì.
Pronti i nostri sguainarono le lame,
Enea anche trasse fuor un pugnale,
per uccider quella donna infame
che era Timiditas, strega del male.
Come fiere che abbiano m
He's wearing a dressI'm gone tonight
Playing in the wilderness
While back in town
My lover's trying on a dress
I'm dancing in the evening rain
It's soaking me to my skin
While my lover's playing beauty queen
With a silly boyish grin
I'm gone tonight
Thinking of my lover's ways
And all the while he's dancing
In his weird dressy ways
PillowPillow, sweet pillow,
I lay down my head
To see you this night
While wallowing in dread.
I’m immediately whisked
Away to greet dreams
In a place where nothing
Is quite like it seems.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
Don’t leave me this night
For you are the comfort
That makes me feel light.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
In the depth of my sleep
I ate a 5-pound marshmallow
So, you, I no longer keep.
You disappeared the next morning,
It’s not quite clear where,
But I hear you each night
In my tummy as you tear.
My Suncoast ExperienceOne day I was at Suncoast browsing anime, you see,
When a guy who worked there started talking to me!
He talked about Naruto, Hetalia, Vocaloid;
This was just something I couldn't avoid.
A few minutes passed, I think it was ten,
I thought I could never go home again!
He blabbed on and on about Pokemon and Bleach,
And I was getting real tired of this otaku speech!
(Don't get me wrong, I love anime so,
Bu t nobody wants otaku overload!)
He asked to go to a cosplay convention,
My heart sank in my stomach from all the tension,
For, you see, I wasn't in my hometown,
I was on vacation, just looking around.
A drive from home to there would be toug
[Bloodlust] The Cycle : 8Now Akin didn't wake up in the sense of his sleep coming to an end. It was more like he entered a heightened state of consciousness, leaving him alert yet not awake. A state of semi-consciousness so to speak. He could smell the reek of chlorine and medication. Funny, he had always thought hospitals smelled odd but this was the first time he had ever thought they reeked. He could also detect the faint smell of... of... was that body odour? and it was getting closer, stronger. Someone was coming. He opened his eyes and the smells begun to fade away. The ethereal sense of the room he had had, he saw manifest. Just as he had perceived it in his s
[Bloodlust] The Cycle : 7Akin dreamt that night. A nightmare so surreal, it could have actually happened. In it he had been running. Endlessly running in the even from unseen pursuers. Running not in the way of humans, but as in the way of wild animals. Sprinting, jumping, skirting potholes, until he had arrived at a house; his house, but it was not this house. Somehow, impossibly, the gates had opened just in time to see him saved from his pursuers. He knew he would find his parents inside. Inside this strange house that was his yet not his own. He did find them, awash with relief at his safety as always. But he was weakened, tired from all the running. He slumped i
[Bloodlust] The Cycle : 6Seun and Toki both woke up around 6PM. They had only had about three hours of sleep between them as they had stayed up watching Akin and had only managed to fall asleep about an hour before he woke up himself. Toki woke up first, and then Seun, and then Sola came and called them both into his office. He told them that Akin was fine now and that he had even woken up briefly a little while ago. He also told them that even though it was a severe crisis, the crisis itself was probably nothing to worry about. Akin may have been mentally stressed or dehydrated without him realising it. Sola then expressed his concern regarding the burning throat sy
[Bloodlust] The Cycle : 5Dr. Ogunsola couldn't have been more wrong. Not only was Akin not in a hospital, he was also not going to die. In fact, he was about to do quite the opposite because right at that moment, his eyes were opening in Sola's clinic.
Akin wasn't sure how he felt when he woke up but he was sure about what must have happened. From the IV fluids hanging from the pole beside his bed, the catheter in his arm, and the disposable needle cap he could feel poking his right thigh, he could tell that he had gone through the usual procedure of fluid administration. The empty blood pack hanging to the right of the IV fluids also spoke of a blood transfusion. L
Recommending Hieronymous 707His poems are witty and often hilarious
Impressing on me that he is gregarious
With quite a penchant for alliteration
Breaking statements, in irregular fashion
And talking 'bout both the pure and obscene
Never cause to opine What the hell does he mean?
It's quite obvious to me that he has great skill
Thus I recommend him of my own free will
So forgive me this one recommendation in verse
For I was inspired by Hieronymous
Ask Me That Which Is Dearest To My HeartI treasure that which has no monetary worth
Yet these things are priceless all over the earth
Few pay them attention for they come with ease
In fact every person has got some of these
In polar position is almighty God
Promptly accompanied by family and blood
Then come the strange characters of whom I've grown fond
As few things outrank an emotional bond
But some can be funny; these people I meet
I love them and hate them, yes hate I repeat
At times I can't stand them, though that's rarely true
And can't live without them; excepting a few
For instance consider my best friend for years!
I find him so funny he brings me to tears
A rare Casan
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