Something...Something you've needed to hear...Something...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are my light in the darkness.
The strength that keeps me from breaking.
The one to mend my battered and bruised self.
My reason to continue through the rough patches.
The greatest friend I've ever known.
You for some reason love this broken soul
when no one else has or tried.
You can see me for all that I am
even though I'm invisible to the rest of the world.
You keep my weak heart beating
even when it just wants to give in and shatter.
You've gathered all the broken pieces of who I am,
and placed them back in order,holding them in place.
And even my darkest days you make bright.
I am less broken and more whole every second.
And the price for all this? For everything you've done?
Nothing. You have asked nothing of me.
Sometimes I say you've stolen my heart...
but truth is I gave it freely.
Islam: A Religion of PeaceIslam: A Religion of Peace11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I felt that an editorial would be most suited for this topic. Let me begin by saying that the way Osama Bin Laden has stereotyped Islam is appalling. I have studied Islam for three years and I know it is a religion of peace and I am fascinated by it.
The prophet Muhammad of Arabia was himself protected by a Christian king of Abysinnia (Ethiopia) during his travels and often aided by Jews. Muhammad was a very understanding and forgiving man and was granted the name Al-Anin, "The trusted one". Muhammad knew Christians, Jews, and Pagans alike. He, in fact, spoke of Christians and Jews as people of the book, believers in the one true god. The Qur'an is very straight-forward in saying that Christians and Jews are believers, but that many went astray. What also may (and probably did) effect the writing of the Qur'an were the constant attempts to snuff out the faith and the attempted murders of Muhammad himself. When Muhammad's army entered Mecca in 630 A.D, he did not go after the Pa
working for..chapter 13working for..chapter 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Working for Mr. Sasuke Uchiha
Chapter 13: Timing
The characters from "Naruto" belong to Masashi Kishimoto
Sakura mumbled underneath her pillow for another five minutes, as she reached out with her right hand to grab her clock on the night stand. Opening one eye she glanced at the time and almost growled underneath her breath as she mumbled, "oh your funny..very funny!" She almost yelled as the knocks continued and she slipped out of bed placed on her pink robe, while running her finger through her hair once so it wasn't in such a mess.
The knocks continued before she flung open the door and arched a brow, expecting to see someone else there. "Oh hello, may I help you?" The man just held out a piece of paper while two other men began to walk into her room with bouquets of white lilies, and red roses. She was about to protest when she saw the hallway full of these flowers, she was awestruck before the man in front of her tapped on the clipboard, "Please ma'am can yo
Low Light.Low Light.7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I walked to your house,
lowered my pants and standards.
not that it mattered.
Ouran - Again AgainOuran - Again Again6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kaoru Hitachiin has always been, despite what aunts and uncles have whispered behind he and his brother's backs at family dinners, a sensible boy. In his own way he is mature and level-headed and endlessly perceptive of the needs and feelings of those around him. So when he sets Haruhi and Hikaru up on a date on that warm summer day in Karuizawa, he knows that he is probably doing the right thing. Hikaru, though he doesn't know it yet, has feelings for Haruhi. So, logic dictates that as Hikaru's brother it is practically his responsibility to make sure the date happens.
Though Kaoru can't deny his own feelings for Haruhi, putting his brother first is simply second nature to him, and almost without hesitation he sets up the event, much to the chagrin of Tamaki, who spends the evening before pacing around the inn until Haruhi tells him to sit down; he is wearing a path into the carpet. The next morning, lying in bed, Kaoru wonders if it was
Global WarmingAnd as the thick black smoke filled her lungs and clogged her pores, she choked. She couldnt breath, she couldnt free herself of the darkness that enveloped her. Her very own children were killing her, suffocating her.Global Warming7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She had tried to keep them safe all these years, even as they slept she worked to keep them safe. How could they turn their backs on her like this? Was this how it was for every mother? To care for her children just to have them turn around and kill her off?
The temperature was rising and the poisons that rose around her burned her skin. The ice that once kept her cool in the summer melted and the trees began to die. She tried and tried to keep the storms at bay, but they were just too muchher body had to fight back if it were to survive.
She tried to warn them. She tried to tell them. If you keep doing this, mommy will die! They turned their heads the other way. It could never happen. She was too big, it was impossible. They woul
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
El FaroEl Faro8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mi mirada vaga perdida,
Sin alegría ni tristeza, vacía.
Entonces te veo a lo lejos
Parpadeando en la oscuridad.
Ojala tuviese a alguien así,
Que me guiase en esta oscuridad,
Que evitase que me estrelle,
Que tropiece a cada paso.
No sé cómo podré ser feliz,
Si no es soñando eternamente.
Las letras me muestran cosas bellas
Me muestran felicidad
Lo que en verdad me muestran son sueños,
Con sus ventajas y desventajas,
Pero son sólo eso: sueños.
La imaginación puede crear cosas muy bellas,
Pero siempre que algo resplandece
Otras cosas se ensombrecen.
Cuando dejas los sueños por un instante
Y abres los ojos esperando, deseando,
Que algo de esos sueños haya quedado,
Estar inmersa en la luz,
Lo que ves es mucho más oscuro:
Es la cruda realidad, que,
Cuanto más sueñas, más cruda la ves.
Si pudiésemos coger un poco de esos sueños
Para iluminar nuestra realidad,
Si tuviésemos quien guiase nue
The Hiddles Project: Letters to Tom!Below is an accumulation of fan letters to Tom Hiddleston, written for the Hiddles Project! Enjoy!The Hiddles Project: Letters to Tom!3 years ago in Letters More Like This
My Dear Mr. Hiddleston,
Goodness. How can I begin to put out on paper all the wonderful emotions that you make me feel whenever I see you perform? Well, I can begin to say what a joy and honor it's been to watch you on screen the past few years when you portrayed Loki in "Thor." I had never been much of a comic book buff before seeing the movie but not only have I started reading more comic books, Thor got me into Nordic mythology which led me to Iceland to do some more in depth exploring of the Nordic culture. (While finding Café Loki in the process!)
After watching Thor probably more times than was healthy, I began to realize that I really wanted to start acting in my high school. I was a senior at the time and got into my drama program at the beginning of the year. Well, of course, my first scene had to be a dialogue between two people having a lover's spat and I was beyond ne
BeautifulBeautiful9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to tell you that you are beautiful
But I don't merely want these words heard
I want them felt by you
Because you should feel as beautiful as you are
It's not just your eyes that make you beautiful
(though they seem to always invite my awe-struck gaze)
And it's not just your hair
(though the strokes of light in each strand illuminate everything around you)
And it's not just your smile
(though it reminds me to enjoy life instead of focusing on the struggles it brings)
And it's not just your voice
(which will always,
always sweep me away from my sorrows
and draw me closer to an unexplainable happiness)
Or even your hands
(though they sing my tension to sleep when I get to hold them)
It's your heart...what I feel from your heart is what makes you beautiful in my soul.
And you are so,
Just becauseYou laughed when I asked you the question.Just because8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you really never answered.
It was a simple question.
But the anwser is ice cold.
Could you pull the trigger?
Could you kill someone?
Could you do it without flinching?
Without shedding a tear?
You would do it to save yourself.
You would do it to save someone else.
You would do it to stop someone from hurting you.
I would do it because I held that gun in my hands.
I would do it because I felt the cool metal against my fingertips.
I would do it because my hand is trembling against the trigger.
I would do it because I like the crimson color.
I would do it because I hold your life in my hands.
I would do it just because.
I would do just because I don't care.
Nothing's Wrong - Texti'm fine, really i am. i'm not upset. i'm just tired. i'll be fine. don't worry about me. i'm ok. i'll be alright. i'm not angry with you. don't be upset. everything is fine. everything is good. everything is perfect. nothing's wrong. really, nothing's wrong, ok? i just feel a little sick. i shouldn't have had so much to eat. i'll be fine in a minute. i'm ok. don't worry. smile. no, i'm not crying. there's something in my eye. just nevermind. look at me. look at me. see? what? oh, yeah, i'm fine. i was just joking. really, i'm just tired, kay? nothing is wrong. life is great. i love it. i love it. i love you. oops, ha ha, just joNothing's Wrong - Text8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,Beautiful12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.
Its clear to me that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I long to take away your pain ,
But that request has been denied.
I'll stand by your side forever,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never leave you willingly,
My love will always remain true.
Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One like you does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.
Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,
Incalcuable in your worth,
Yet you give of yourself freely.
Be strong and know that you are loved,
Your trust I could never betray,
I'd hold you close comforting you,
I promise it will be okay.
the pianoi'd press my fingers to each key-the piano4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
weave a song
of gold. of soul.
i'd stop pronouncing syllables.
they'd float straight from my lungs
and wind into you. a memory.
you would sit intently.
enraptured. wide eyed.
i would enter your lungs.
i'd sit in the base of your chest
and feel each breath
in perfect time.
The Mile in Her SmileShe smiles at you again,The Mile in Her Smile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her red-brown hair falling
Into her green-brown eyes.
Do you notice the way she
Bites her lip, supressing
A cry, when you grab her arm?
Of course not, don't be
Silly. That's what she aims
For. That's what she strives
For. She'll never let you
See her scars. Or her fresh
Cuts, for that matter.
She tries so hard and she
Sings with all her heart
And she writes her soul
In blood on paper with
Rhymes and immagery and
Her everything. She
Wants nothing more than to
Be told, "You are so, so
Strong. I wish you could see
That." Instead, people try
To convince her that she's
Pretty and skinny and
Great at everything she does.
So, please, the next time
I smile and my red-brown hair
Falls into my green-brown eyes,
Notice the bite to my lip,
And tell me I'm strong.
That's all I'd like, so
If you don't mind.
Sea-Salt Ice Cream RecipeSea-Salt Ice Cream Recipe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sea-Salt Ice Cream
Wire whisk or fork
Medium sized saucepan
Medium sized bowl
1 cup measure
1 teaspoon measure
Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional)
1 heart (optional get it)
1 cup milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
blue and green food coloring (optional)
1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.
2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.
3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.
4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
Listen to the Words I SpeakSome days I wake upListen to the Words I Speak6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I wish I could speak a foreign language.
Not something like French, or Spanish, or Russian;
no, something more like Ancient Aramaic,
or possibly Cree.
That way, when I sat next to you in silence;
when I finally found the words to speak,
you wouldn't have a clue what I was saying
or even if I meant it.
I could say "I love you"
and it wouldn't mean a thing.
I could say "I need you"
and you'd still look at me funny.
I could say "Stay with me forever"
and you'd still call me an incoherent idiot.
I could say "I hate who you encouraged me to become</i>"
"I loathe what you want me to be"
"I can't stand you anymore"
"I want to be alone... forever"
and you'd still giggle and pretend I didn't say a thing.
It doesn't matter what language,
or even rhyme (if I felt so obliged)
you never really listened anyhow.
a kissIt was just a kissa kiss10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an innocent slip
a passionate touch
It was just a kiss
a cushion of lust
a glossed grace
it was just a kiss
don't look too deeply
for depth and meaning
It was just a kiss
let it be...
An act that could change
a single life
An act that could spiral
out of control
a gateway drug
It was just a kiss