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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
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.
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
Will You Marry MeYour face is smooth
like the edge of a freshly wiped blade
Your skin is warm
like teardrops in a steel morgue
Your hands are soft
like linen sheets over pale, cool remains
Your hair falls to your shoulders
with the accuracy of a weighty noose
Your stride is as confident
as a blood-spattered Gladiator
Your legs send my heart
into a state of hysteria with an assassin's efficiency
Never have I wanted so badly
something so fearsome
Now tell me, my darling,
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
The TimesI was printed on the evening of November 27th, 2008, just as the weather was turning from chilly to cold. I was tomorrow's news. At the moment I came off the press, I told the future. I knew things before the rest of the world; it was wonderful. I knew what my purpose was: to inform as many people as possible about the world's happenings.
As I was put to bed, bound against my brothers and sisters, I dreamt of being passed around a construction site, making sure all the workers were aware of which sports team triumphed, and which celebrity was getting a divorce. I dreamt that corporate peons debated over politics, and the state of the economy and which policies would be most effective in fixing the existing problems. I slept contently, snuggled warm in the middle of a stack, ready to be shipped out the next day and sold to whoever wanted me.
The next morning was cold and blustery. I was so excited about being sold that I allowed the wind to ruffle my pages, since I couldn't move on my o
I should have seenI try
And I try
To be better
I try to be perfect
I want no fault
All for you
I only wish to be everything
And give you everything
I didn't know
I was hurting you
Again and again
You told me I was fine
There's nothing wrong
I should have understood
And accepted myself
We all have faults
It doesn't mean there's something wrong
I just wanted to reach the impossible
I wanted to be perfect
I should have seen
You love me
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.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More