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Izaya Orihara PoemSuch animosity and cruelnessIzaya Orihara Poem by YaoiCrazy
It never ceases to amaze me
The orders fill up to my command
And I just sit
In my Oh so special chair
I spin and spin until I see two Namie's
My laughter ensues without my control
Why should I stop?
Such fun cannot be ignored!
The world is open and bright to my making!
They say I'm mental
They say I'm crazy
I say they're right
The heavy cliché of loving an individual
It's so boring
Humanity is free to love
And I have so much love to give ~
The people of Ikebukuro
They secretly bow down to my antics,
Vigorously wanting so much more
I love them all!
Except Shizu-chan of course
A stupid protozoan such as him
He's more of a stain in my perfect view of Sanctuary
I just can't seem to clean him off
But Oh well!
My plan is foolproof
Once the war starts,
The endless fun will continue to spawn!
And I shall be waiting
With a gingerly smile on my face ~
I'm Orihara Izaya,
Tell me really,
Why should I stop? ~
English dub... Ciel: *annoyed* Sebastian. I asked for a cup of tea hours ago. Where is it?English dub... by YaoiCrazy
Sebastian: *stands in place not saying anything*
Ciel: ... Sebastian.
Ciel: *rolls eyes* Oh for heaven's sake your voice is not that bad!
Sebastian: *writes something on a note* ......'I sound like Elton John, but younger and far sexier'
Ciel: *sweatdrop* then what is the problem?
Sebastian: ........'I don't want to sound like Elton John.'
Ciel: *sigh* you have no choice. The english dub was made that way. Now bring me my tea.
Sebastian: .......'why couldn't I get a voice like Adam Lambert or Cher?'
Ciel: ...Are you an idiot?
Sebastian: No I am no- !!!*covers mouth* .....*sulks in corner*
Forever ending drabbleI'm crazy. I'm sick. But I don't care anymore. This pressure sucked me like a leech, I couldn't hold on and grasp. All my hope- to finally beat you and earn my rightful title, it's all gone in the wind. I pleaded and pleaded for these thoughts to disappear, those horrible thoughts that kept me up at night, fighting with my logic and slowly emptying what was left of my sanity. And here I am, standing here before you, with your eyes locked to mine. As if a lion surrounding his pray. I wonder if I'm your worst nightmare at the moment. Don't worry, it's my nightmare too. I can't control myself anymore, I'm not 'me' anymore; what you see right now, it's an empty shell, with no sanity left to back down.Forever ending drabble by YaoiCrazy
It's amazing how much damage you caused, Near. All thanks to that stupid project, and especially you. This was your plan from the beginning wasn't it, to leave me without a brain and take over. It doesn't matter if you look scared shitless, I blame you and only you for everything. It's 'your'
Yet another Wammy Q and AMe: Due to the fact that I laughed like hell with these questions... I couldn't just leave them unanswered XD so for old time's sake!... Let's make another one V~VYet another Wammy Q and A by YaoiCrazy
Mello: THIS is what I came for after you canceled my Hawaii trip with Matt?... THAT FREAKING QUESTION THING?! REALLY?!!
Me: Oh please, Hawaii sucks anyway.
Matt: *GASP* HEY... what if hawaiian people read this?!! Ever think of that?!
Matt: Mellooooo she's ignoring me agaaain! D:
Mello: *tries to get something out of his teeth* Hmhm ......*sees some sort of.... diaper/flour/marshmellow looking thing in a corner* ...the fuck is that.
Mello: ...*pokes it with a random stick*
Near: *jerks a little*
Mello: EWWWWW IT MOVED.
Matt: *glares at me*
Me: *glares back*..... we'll start the short little questions now. They are by ~aku111
To Matt (because i knew he wanted to be first. . .big baby)
1.ever play the game amnesia the dark descent? (if you haven't go play it)
2. what are your thoughts on
On WritingWrite for todayOn Writing by CorporateRockWhore
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.