Beneath you...I am always surprised whenever I am trying to draw detail to myself, or a comic I write. Even to one of my friends who 'claims' they want to help me, or read my story so they can better their critiques. They always push me down, telling me that I'm being too weird, stupid, or that my story isn't good enough. Comparing my work to another art style, or entirely different story concept. Basically- Telling me that something is red even though it is actually blue, or comparing oranges to a robot. They simply don't make sense. I wish I could understand what on earth they are trying to tell me, or what I should do about them. But logically I know I should stop turning to them, however. I suppose in some sort of twisted way, I enjoy seeing what kind of cruel fate they'll subject me to. Because the concept interests me. Because I know it will better my characters knowing true pain. However, it does remind me it slowly turns my mind to mush as my triggers, and feelings are pushed down-with everyBeneath you...59 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
ScarsI had to sit in class and listen to on a teacher go on and on about how they wanted to change the school so that bullying stopped. When I heard this I had to keep from laughing. It sounds so stupid!!!! They don't know what bullying can drive people to want to do. I looked away as they kept going on about how bullying needed to end with us being the ones to stop it. When she decided to have us do an activity I watch as I saw just how many people had bullied others because they had been bullied. I was one of the few handful of people that had never bullied, because and when she asked I said this, "What's the point? I've been bullied and I know how it feels why make someone feel the same way just because I want to feel better." The people that had been and in turn bullied others looked down in shame because they actually saw that those of us standing that had been bullied but didn't feel the need to bully someone else had something that they didn't. We had something that this teacher saidScars1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
As the clock ticks....Through the long winter eveningsAs the clock ticks....2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
as the clock ticks on
by the warmth of the fire
my pen over flows
with wonders from my soul.......
© Lissie Bull 2014
How are you today?How many dozens—no, hundreds—of times have we each been asked this question? And are we ever truly honest in our answers? Probably not. We default to the expected answer, the one that doesn’t impose on the well-meaning person who doesn’t really want to hear about our problems. “I’m fine” we say, or just “good.” I know I rarely ever deviate from this particular norm.How are you today?3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But the truth is…A good day for me is a day when I have energy to face the day and don’t feel like crawling back under the covers of my bed. A good day for me is being able to smile for a moment or two without it being faked. A good day is a day when I have something to do to keep my mind from wandering away from the present and ever-so-slowly into the past.
Because the past is a place of regrets, of What-ifs, of disappointments and pain and fear and confusion and so many other emotions that go tumbling around my mind just behind my eyes until they force the
Rant TimeThere is nothing poetic about suicide.Rant Time4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
It is not beautiful.
People assume poets, musicians, writers, are one giant case of crazy.
But that's not it.
I do not write poetry because I am suicidal;
I just love the way the words flow from my mind to my lips.
There is nothing beautiful about cutting.
It is not for attention.
It is not a fashion choice.
It does not mean someone is suicidal.
It just means that person needs more love.
It is a cry for help.
There is nothing fun about anorexia.
It won't make you the popular girl.
Or make all the girls want you.
It will make breathing painful.
Your skin and teeth yellow.
Your bones brittle.
It will kill you.
There's no joy in being bipolar.
There's no choice in it.
Your emotions are at the whim of the smallest thing.
You go from happy, to sad, to just plain mean.
All in a second.
And nothing is okay.
What people need to realize is, these aren't fashions.
They're mental disorders.
And someone going th
Hypocrisy 4You are probably quite familiar with the people known as 'hypocrites'. Nothing is worse then a self-righteous bully. Nothing is even more awful then a self-righteous bully that has a little bit of power. There ego tends to go ahead of them! Today's hypocrisy session goes back to a time when hypocrisy was at it's peak of power-during the McCarthy Era. The subject-Comic Books!Hypocrisy 45 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Hypocrite: Comic books are of the devil and are destroying America and the world!
Me: Woah, slow down there...what exactly do you mean by comic books being evil?
Hypocrite: Just well known facts about them!
Me: Such as?
Hypocrite: They engage people to become juvenile deliquients! I know so because only such people read them!
Me: Isn't that a gross generalization of the people who read them? And also, how is this so?
Hypocrites: Because they're really crime books to train people to commit crimes! And there is disturbing innuendoes hidden all throughout the comic books, thus they rot people's brains!
Me: Hidden innu
Here's To You, Craig FergusonA few years ago, when I was still in grade school, it seemed like my mom and my older and younger brother hated me; sided with each other and were always out to get me. The only thing that kept me going may just have been a TV show.Here's To You, Craig Ferguson5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Every bus ride home from school I would pray that we would take the longer route just so I would have a few more minutes to myself before returning to the hell of home. Once I was home, I would reside to my room and hope no one would come knocking on my door. Whenever I did venture out into the rest of my house, I often came storming back to my messy room only to slam the door, punch pillows, and break plastic clothes hangers. Sometimes I would tear up, but I kept telling myself that I was crying over the stupidest things, that it wouldn’t help and that I had to be strong. Sometimes I thought about murdering my family, committing suicide or running away. I’m ashamed to admit to once thinking like that, but yes, these were my dark days. The brigh
Craig Ferguson is Leaving the Late Late ShowCraig Ferguson is leaving The Late Late Show after a ten-year run. After ten years, you would expect that to be enough, but I’m still not ready.Craig Ferguson is Leaving the Late Late Show5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I can remember back when Geoff only said “Balls” or “In your pants” and could only move one hand, now able to move both hands to emphasize when he uses his whole dictionary of vulgarity for complete sentences. I can remember when Secretariat would come running out when Craig rang the doorbell and asked, “Who’s that at the door?” before he stood creepily watching from his own stable like he now does. I remember when the studio leaked or when its lights when out, and also when Craig got a whole new one complete with a talking rhino head named Sandra hanging above a fireplace where Craig could warm his testicle by.
What about Sid the Cussing Rabbit, the Big Cash Prize, blowing a mouth organ to try and win the Golden Harmonica, the rusty trombone or Tom Cruise’s stool? What about hearing a buzz
Goodmorning"Where'd she go?"Goodmorning5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
What do I say. The sun rose, the alarms sounded, the birds flew across the sky, but the smell of coffee didn't taint the air. A goodmorning that should've been spoken hadn't been, and lips woken for a kiss stirred to find nothing. All that's left is a boys eyes too innocent to know betrayal yet too curious to never meet it.
You big jerkFrom your childhood friend, Kane.You big jerk6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
your always said to look better then me,
talk better then me,
and even play music better.
growing up, you always over shadowed me and yet, whenever you needed something, you came to me.
growing up, you were always a big baby and would sneak into my house just to find me when you were upset.
you grew up to be a bit of a snot and even make me look bad some times, i even some time's wonder what you think about me.
when i finally think that maybe we should go are own way from here on out......but damn it!
you came to me the day after that and suddenly started crying that you had a dream about losing me.
i din't mean to make you cry, or worry you, but i thought you would be better off.....
after hearing what you had to say, i knew now that you were only trying to be as cool as you thought i was.
so i wanted to say thanks, for all those years of thanking of me as the cool guy.....shit, i'm getting all e
the fun things you doFrom your one and only true friend, Emily.the fun things you do6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
you always make me laugh, you can always put a smile on my face, even when i'm in my darkest hour.
your always bright and happy, making joke and making other's laugh.
your always so silly and getting hurt, but you always make me laugh.
i remember always being scared of the dark, but you would always come find my in a corner and you would turn your flashlight on and make silly face's to me and i would always laugh.
your bright and shining light always made my darkest fears and sorrows go away.
thank you for being my light in the dark.
to my one and only sunshine, Jack.
It's All PretendWoke up with that emptiness in my heartIt's All Pretend7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
And had a precise look in the mirror
Caught a deep breath before I fell apart
And opened up my eyes to see clearer
Everyone attempts to mean something
To someone they don’t even like
Truth is they don’t mean anything
To those ones who are so alike
All dressed up slamming that door
Strutting ahead without thinking about
Who the hell am I doing this for?
Walking amok through a mindless crowd
It’s all pretend
No way to end
It’s all pretend
Hair, hair, hair.Hair, hair, hair.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, again.
Hair inside me.
Hair in my mouth.
Hair in my bed.
Hair on my hands.
Hair are awesome.
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, again.
Hair in my eyes.
Hair in my stomach.
Hair on my arms.
Hair are nightmares.
I need it. I won't stop, or will I ?
I don't remember before, I don't imagine after.
I need it. I can't stop, will you ? You can't remember before, there is nothing before.
C'mon, do it again.
Trich is your friend...
Trich is you...
I am your friend.
I am you.
Amor en 300 palabrasEl hombre tocó la puerta tres veces con lentitud, agachó su cabeza exhausto y esperó. Nadie acudió a su llamado por lo que suspirando fuertemente sacó sus llaves y con la torpeza que lleva el sueño frustrado, medio abrió la puerta, medio la zarandeó hasta entrar.Amor en 300 palabras8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Encendió las luces tenues, colocó su maleta cerca de un sofá y luego la movió de lugar, sabiendo que estorbaría y que en caso de un accidente, sería catastrófico trastabillar con ella.
Miro el piso y la mesa del comedor, percatándose de los platos cubiertos. Suspiró de nuevo, agradecido y se sentó luego de quitarse su abrigo. Se devoró la comida en minutos y cansado, aún sentado en su silla, dejó caer su cabeza hacia adelante, en una especie de rendición. La sacudió y se quejó por lo bajo mientras recogía todo para llevarlo a la cocina.
Procedió a cambiarse de ropa para su pijama y al entrar en la h
I love you. Paris, November 14th, 1871I love you.10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My little Aurora,
It’s your mommy writing. Forgive me for using the word « Your mommy », when you don’t know me, when someone else raised you. But it’s the last time. They sentenced me to death.
I know now that I’ll never see you growing up, that I won’t be able to say these words that filled me with joy : « Aurora », « my little daughter ».
One last time though, I’d like to talk to you. Not to sing you a lullaby or to tell
Criminal the KittenCriminal the Kitten10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This little kitten has quite a history.
While I was at school, my mom was at home babysitting my nephew. While my mom was fetching the mail, she found someone on our porch. He wrapped himself inside a bulky sleeping bag. Boxes of cereal, beer bottles, and cat food cans were scattered all over the porch. One of the cereal boxes trembled. A tiny, wobbly kitten stumbled out of the cereal box.
My mom dashed inside the house and called the police. My nephew wanted to see the strange person, but my mom told him to stay indoors.
It turned out the man on the porch was a criminal. He broke out of jail and police were searching for him. As the police loaded the criminal in the car, my mom worried about the kitten.
The police told her that they would send the kitten to the pound. Mom did not want the him to go to the pound. We already had a cat, one more wouldn't hurt.
When my brother and I came home from school, a tiny furball scampered towards us. At first, we were confused. Mom explained as to
The murderedAre you ready to join the murdered and dress in black, acquire true freedom from this human trap?The murdered11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
TurmoilCan you hear its torturous shriek, love? My heart is seeping through the cracks and I am afraid this time the wounds are here to stay.Turmoil11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I am hopelessly trying to keep in one distorted piece the echo of my being, but, without my consent, the shadows are relentless and advancing with each stolen sigh.
Tangible nightmares have been strategically and painfully reformatting my essence, going through each fragment as if I were nothing.
I am slowly fading away and, even though I am desperately fighting it for you, I am realizing how much of a ghost I truly am nowadays. My senses are as useless as they are deceptive, leaving me with no guidance at all. As if this chaotic journey that we call living isn't confusing enough. But you remain my compass when I can't find my bearing. You are eternally keeping count of everything and being not one step ahead, but devoted to the same rhythm.
We are used to my collapsed state, but my desolation is burdening your breathing too. I can hear your hear
You.YouYou.12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
didn't worry about the damage done
that night three months ago;
but I noticed how
kissed me like it was the last time.
can't even turn your face and look at me
and I can't feel
like the burning touch
left on my rib cage in my memory.
It's so sad
that broken things find broken things
and can't mend one another.
have spent years trying to fix
broken things but
couldn't fix me.
And I will spend the rest of my life thinking about how
didn't love me when I was seventeen
but that doesn't mean
I won't spend all of that time still wanting
And it might take just as long
for me to realize
the one thing I want is the one thing I can't have.
Guest Star Bio: Amethyst GemBio:Guest Star Bio: Amethyst Gem12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Name: Amethyst Gem
Age: Ageless Teenager At Spirit
Personality: Her Personality Is Lazy, Impulsive, And Care-Free
Symbol: White Star With A Purple Amethyst Inside
Likes: Sleeping, Being Lazy, Hannah, Messing With Hannah, Test Her Strength With Hannah
Breaking Stuff, Wresting
Dislikes: Pearl's Nagging Or Any Nagging, Not Being Herself,
Attire And Features:
Purplish White Hair Covering One Eye
White Oval Freckles
Light Purple Skin
Dark Purple One Strap Tanktop
Black Pants With Big White Stars On Each Knee
Rushour am BahnhofIch dachte ich hätte dein Gesicht gesehen – dieses süße Lächeln welches mir so sehr fehlt.Rushour am Bahnhof15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Wo bist du nur?
Ich hatte einmal gedacht, wir seien immer für einander da – in guten und schlechten Zeiten.
Ich überlege dir Blumen zu schicken – ob du endlich verstehst, wie viel du mir bedeutest?
Verstehst du mich nicht mehr oder hast du mich je wirklich verstanden?
Ich denke über alles nach, was zwischen uns passiert ist – vielleicht sind wir beide blind.
Wir hätten es besser wissen müssen – all diese Blicke, diese Nähe, diese Küsse.
Wir hätten mit den Konsequenzen rechnen müssen – blind wie wir waren.
Wir dachten immer es sei alles nur Spaß – das ganze Leben sei nur ein harmloser Spaß.
Doch wir haben nicht mit Gefühlen gerechnet – mit all den Konsequenzen.
Von diesem riesigen Scherbenhaufen zwischen uns haben wir nichts geahnt.
Wie soll es nun weitergehen?
StolvenzenOh! my empty face,Stolvenzen20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
my void of space... my secret friend
Where do you grow up?
alone, on the streets like me.
how do you prefer laugh?
inside yourself or with someone else.
please, tell me;
I want to know what you see, i want to know what you say,
i want, i want, i want...