What's Wrong...If you think that lifes problems are caused by:
- Same-sex marriage
- The less-fortunate
- Separation of Church and State
- Other peoples religions
YOU are what's wrong with the world!
InvisibleAll my life, I have been invisible.
No, not literally invisible, but figuratively.
I'm quiet, reserved, don't have that many friends, and never do anything that could set me out from the pack. I'm no athlete, I'm not in any clubs, and spend my lunch hours in the computer room quietly finishing up my work and listening to music.
But then something extraordinary happened.
Over the course of a few weeks, people started taking notice of me. Not of my accomplishments, but just, me. I started getting "hellos" in the halls, and people whom I hadn't talked to in years began to talk to me. People, ones who were friends of my friends, would catch me in the halls for a quick chat after class.
I was shocked. What had happened? More importantly, what was GOING to happen? Would this put me on somebody's radar? What if, God forbid, some of the bigger kids decided I would be their next target? Needless to say I was freaking out.
It turns out some of my friends were telling their buddies of our old exp
ConfessionNot a lot of stuff bothers me.
When someone I'm close to dies, I just...don't feel anything. Not when a family member died, my pet, or...anything.
It bothers me that stuff doesn't bother me.
And I hate myself for it.
RiverLife is a lot like a river.
At its beginning it flows clean and pure, giving off the illusion of everlasting beauty and purity. A little down the way it meanders to and fro. It's unsure of where it's going to be at the end but that doesn't stop it from trying to redirect its course.
Further down people start throwing their trash in it, disregarding its safety and well-being. The river begins to choke and cloud, carrying peoples rubbish along with it. Fortunately for the river, some good-natured souls are there to pick up some pieces. They will not get it all but it doesn't seem to deter them. For whatever reasons they have they want to try to save the river from a toxic end. Unfortunately, for the rivers entire span, there will always be people throwing whatever crap they can into it. The river plods along, getting rid of some but never hurling all of it out.
Sometimes the river becomes blocked by a dam. There it stays until bit-by-tiny bit it forces its way through. The dam slows the
Politics...?After the recent U.S elections, I have mad many conversations between friends and family on what their thoughts on the situation were. I'm sorry to say many answers I got disappointed me greatly.
They all had one thing in common. None of them could stop whining about how all America's problems were based on this guy, that party, Obama, hell they even started to whine about Newt Gingrich (I'm not defending Newt here, personally I think he's a little...well...). Everyone I talked to placed all of their blame, all of their hatred, on someone else.
Do you want to know what I thought about all of this? People are pointing the blame on the next person down the line, and that person starts pointing to the next guy, so on, and so on.
Personally, I believe people should stop pointing the finger, agree that the problem needs to be fixed, and actually do something about it. If countries acted like that more, rather than some whiny child who's just had their favorite toy taken away, the world woul
NicotineSince the time I was nine, I knew my Mother smoked. When I first found out about it, I was shocked. For the next 3 years, I begged her to quit her habit.
Two years later, I started. Now I'm sixteen, and my Mother begs me to quit, as she has. I try, and I always fail. And as I write this, I'm craving the bitter taste of nicotine. The only thing keeping me from lighting up is thinking about her voice, choked up with worry for her only son.
The Best I Can DoWhen you both started that conversation,
The one that would end 2 years of your life,
You couldn't have known what was coming;
But you took it like a pro. Bye bye, wife.
Slow, rational, mourning followed by action,
You stood strong and fearless to show your integrity.
What you couldn't see on the other side of that phone,
Her eyes shone a red, white, and blue so pretty;
And she was looking anywhere but at you boy.
She quit you like school, never going back.
Can't you let her go; chop chop her out?
Of course not, your eyes sparkled like that diamond.
Even though history fills you with doubt,
Suffer righteously, leave her alone, and move on.
Her star spangled banner will rip and fade.
Though it seemed; it was not meant to be.
Consider yourself eternally saved
From the girl who wanted freedom more than you.
I Am....I Am….
I am a human; I’m not flawless by any stretch of the imagination
I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m a right-minded, light soul; but I can also be a dark soul full of
CarvedYou are an oak carved table
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve
Unwritten - VegetaUnwritten diaries of a prince.
The Saiyan story.
How many times must I tell you that I hate you?
I want to hit you, hurt you, until you stop!
Stop laughing, stop smiling, stop trying to be my
Whats the word you use? That stupid word. The weak, ugly, stupid human word?
Friend, thats it. You know that we have no word like it in my native tongue, our native tongue Kakarrot. There are enemies and those you deign not to kill, allies and maybe a mate, but nothing so pathetic as friends.
I refuse to believe that your power is greater than mine. I am a prince, and you are a commoner. I am stronger than you, no matter how many times you beat me.
We will keep fighting, until I beat you.
How dare you Kakarrot! How dare you die before I can win!
I will not stand in your shadow! Yet how can one beat the dead?
Am I to be trapped like this, forever less than a shadow because you had the audacity to die by anothers hands?
I am y
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Dead!JeannexFrancexReader-I Will Never Forget You
Francis sighed softly as he looked out at the Eiffel Tower from his solitary spot on the other side of a lake. He put his hands in his pockets, his right fingers skimming across the small velvet box inside. Tonight was the night that he would propose to his long-time girlfriend, _____.
He watched the lights reflect gracefully on the water of the lake, the tower giving off a soft glow in the full moonlight. He released his hands and rested his arms against the railing, leaning there. This place and its memories haunted him, more than he cared to admit. He glanced to his left, half-expecting Jeanne to be standing beside him. His chest tightened when he realized what he was doing, and a pang of guilt resonated inside it. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed.
“I don’t know what I should do, Jeanne,” he whispered, despite no one else being in the vicinity. “I wanted to be with you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But. . .”
His heart stung as me
When the walls fall quiet.Rain makes me want to write to you,
to tell you the things I should have said five months ago,
five years ago,
when we were younger and weaker and it didn't hurt so much to breathe.
We weren't happy even then, and I was too young to know the difference.
Do you ever think we're growing up too fast?
When we're smoking behind stores
and drinking to sleep
and buying drugs from the boys who tried to love me
but got burned along the way.
They don't know we're still children, and neither do we.
We drive too fast and talk too much and drink until we die,
but god, tonight I do not want to die.
Tonight I do not want to fall asleep as the ceiling reads me poetry
and the trees outside call my name.
I want to dream again,
I want to see the future as I sleep and know that tomorrow
I will not wake up with razors slid down my side
and the life licked out of my veins.
I want to know that someday
I will not have to lie and say I'm feeling fine,
that the lights will not blind me and the sounds will not p
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sand
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
Sweat, Spice, and ScarsYour eyes,
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
I want my insides back.
What time is it?She was standing at the departure platform and looked to the ground. Cold wind blew around her, but she barely felt it. A voice announced that the train would arrive six minutes later.
It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. She looked upwards, at the big clock hanging from the ceiling, saw the clock-hand jerk forward, with every second passing. It had started to rain.
She looked around; there were a lot of other people at the platform. They were listening to music, talking to each other, reading a book, some were even laughing. Others just stood there waiting impatiently. A young couple were holding hands, kissing each other. Again she turned her eyes to the ground.
She felt like crying, but the tears did not came. She wondered if she had wept too much lately. The voice announced that the train would arrive shortly. She looked to the right, could see the lights in the distance, growing bigger as the train rushed to the station.
She took one step forward to the border of the platfo
BridgesKing being murdered upon the throne
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
It's not the bridges you build, it's the ones that you burn.
Quarantinei. Those nights when my tears would
stain any and all pieces of fabric
around me, I hated myself the most. I
would fold into the arms of people I
loved and hear their soothing words
surround me, their sweet voices
penetrating my ears through my sobs
ii. I refused to acknowledge how
fictitious the voices were, how no
warmth came to me despite being
wrapped in supposedly tepid arms.
Those who had always joined me in
solitude were real in some universe. I
only wished it was mine.
iii. When at last I woke up to the too-
quiet reality I had to face, my sobs
reached their climax of hysteria.
Though the thought of escaping into
the worlds my friends came from did
occur to me, the thought for once did
not cheer me up.
iv. Ultimately, I was alone, with only
my thoughts to fill the void of
uncertain unhappiness, and I was left
worthless and alone, amidst a puddle
of my own tears. Not a single
welcoming embrace in sight.
About ArtNobody will ever love an artwork
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as much as the artist,
cause it holds a part of himself inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of his mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
A Gods DebtSutured together by artists,
hallowed out, & spit back up,
( you are afraid. )
Hooks longing for her ribcage embrace;
god-hands that can't seem to keep to themselves
grapple the gargoyle exterior of her deflowered frame.
( spread your legs. )
Red-inked and trembling,
prosetry masked as screams
knots into her anatomy.
Fads and TrendsWhatever makes them popular today
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering
What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs
Whoever you think that you are today
Is not who you will be tomorrow
Please drink a glass of self belief my friend
Your pride will be easier to swallow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And without wishing to cause offence
For once in your life go against the grain
Be yourself, don’t follow fads and trends