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.
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
Feral Truth - Chapter 1"Colonel.." Hughes gave a salute to his friend when he recognized the figure entering the private office, Roy had called him somewhere in the morning for him to come in to check out this new case, It was surprising really, It was rare to see Roy seem to interested in work.
"Here for your appointment?... you're rather early, you must be eager~ " he chuckled adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose before pulling out the top drawer on his messy paper covered desk and picking up a ring of keys from the drawer, which gave a jingle as he fiddled them between his fingers.
"I must Warn you Roy, Please take extreme caution..he acts aggressive toward anyone who gets too close and if he begins acting up, Call me right away all right?" The Lieutenant explained, A few of the men who gone inside of the cell always came out with fresh scratches or even a bite, arriving at the sealed off ward, jamming his keys into the lock and opening it...
"Careful.." With a nod, The Flame Alchemist finally
Feral Truth - Chapter 2Inside the Central keeping cellars, The night shift officer yawned loudly as he unlocked the cell door which was holding the feral child and shoved it open, Dear God he didn't get paid enough to sit up all night to watch some random child..
"Hey brat! Breakfast! " He called in before sliding the bowl in...but his brown eyes didn't see anything of the feral boy..he blinked glancing around unnervingly, Where the hell...? he didn't escape did he!? Aw man!
His thoughts were interrupted when he cried out, Ed had hid himself behind the door when it opened and used that to his advantage, He lunged at the guard sinking his teeth into the man's shoulder ripping through the fabric and piecing the man's unsuspecting skin forcefully, his clawed nails grabbing onto his chest and ripped into his uniform, the force of the pounce sent the man back, landing on his back painfully as he cried out, shooting pain going through him.
"AH! AAH!! "
Mustang heard an outcry of pain only seconds after reaching th
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.
Working ClassSmoking is a working class disease
They said; he smiled at this.
Lean in body and broad of mind
With shirtsleeves rolled,
A modern man's philosopher
Who stuttered over the words
Like his fingers did over her chassis
Detroit rolling iron beneath his palms
Grease and lubricant under the nails.
The cigarette cherry glows in the dark
Giving him a hard edge aura
The gloaming settling into the lines
Of his work-worn face
Your Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local PapersBut listen to me: I will tell you
how to love a bedspread;
a car seat; a sun dress
that you cleaned two months ago.
and should they find her
in the breast of a riverbank
or a cabinet,
I will tell you
facts about scavenger birds;
kettles, wakes and how to chair a committee
with a body on your desk,
as scavenger birds do.
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
Souls and SparklesTo write something that is meaningful to someone else, you must first write something that is meaningful to yourself.
There are a thousand rooms in each person's mind, and each mind is a maze because it has been tangled. The hallways are criss-crossing and clumping, like long hair in the wind. Society has made it so.
We all have impure thoughts. Things that would make us "bad", unequal, or imperfect. Thoughts that make us different in gloriously unusual ways. We are born into the world unashamed, but then we are taught the unspoken words. Words that are rules. Words like normal, like good and bad, ugly and pretty. We are taught that if we do not fit the rule of "good", we are bad. We are evil, we are tainted, and so we are unwanted.
So, each of us hides our failures; our shortcomings, even though they are exactly the opposite of such. They are a representation of the uniqueness of each human soul, but unique is "bad", and so we hide. And those impure thoughts are hidden in darke
Two You, From MeTo You,
I dreamt you kissed me today. I could feel it. Your lips soft against mine. They weren't familiar, you've never kissed me before. But they were soft and warm. Every brush of your lips against mine sent shivers down and up my back. I could feel the soft puffs of air on my chin as you closed your eyes and pulled back just for a minute, then kissed me again. It was nice. Like it was meant to keep happening.
You tasted like you. There was a slight hint of mint chocolate but everything else was just you. Your mouth was colder than mine, different, foreign and so very, very welcome. I think I stopped breathing for a while. I could feel you breath around me. Feel your shoulders rise slightly as you moved a little closer, your chest rising and falling gently, breathing for the both of us. I was dizzy with the taste and feel of you, just you.
You pulled back and smiled. Your emerald eyes sparkling with an unspoken question that I was more than willing to answer. I let my eyes take in
...Fear people - they are sometimes deeper than you think they are. But do not show it - and they will fear you.
Hear everything, watch everything, get to know everything that surrounds you. And you will be one of it.
Leave something behind. If people remember you for just one day after you die - you will remain forever.
Do not hide your violence. Just save it unless you are able to fully understand it and unleash it.
Think deeper. And deeper. And deeper, unless you reach the bottom. But you will not find one.
Do not give up on something. Try once more. And more. Unless you achieve it or die trying.
Get to know yourself. Unless you understand your being you will not understand others.
Do not think too much. Do not be mindless. Do think enough - for each and any moment.
Do not hesitate to do something you want, but hesitate to remember it.
All the world is in your head - nothing is true and you are the god.
There is nothing outside and nothing inside. It is just chaos.
Do not open your ide
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
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.
How To Use Life[How To Use Life]
Life a unique commodity.
It is precious.
Though, what sets it apart
from other resources,
is that, it is
Teenage loveYou are my only love
No one can change that.
Because when Im with you
I get this feeling of happiness
That cant be taken away
And I dont care if we are just teenagers
Everyone ages differently
So why cant we feel the love
That only adults can feel
Are we forced to go through false love
To find the one we really want
When were young we love our parents
Do we lose love when we are teenagers
And then given it back on our twentieth birthday
Its a feeling
We are born with it
We always have it
Free to express it whenever we want
To whomever we want
And I choose now
I choose to express my love with you
Because I love only you
And I will always love only you