DivorceDivorce5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
12 April 2007
Marriage can be a wonderful experience, full of love and companionship.
But sometimes, things can happen to frustrate that relationship.
To begin with, many people live in the moment. While that can be quite an enjoyable characteristic it can also lead to a lot of trouble. You may get married on impulse. Sometimes that can lead to a great deal of life long happiness, but there is always the chance that it was just strictly impulse, and you end up regretting it.
Divorce is hard...Divorce is hard...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sick of this everyday, every hour, every minute, every single second I heard them fighting...... about me, my sis and my brother................ about everything.
I get so nervous, sometimes I can't even sleep.... why the hell is he still here..... I want them to stop fighting..... the only thing that keeps me from crying none stop are my friends.....
I hate my life................. I just hate it.......... so............ much.........
MarriageI can look and see,Marriage5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beyond all possibility,
The two of us together,
Now and forever.
"And till death do us part,"
Are the words that form the start,
Of a love far beyond dreams,
And much more than it may seem.
Our hands form a bond,
Un-broken throughout our song,
And the cries inside my mind,
Are silenced for all of time.
The world is full of harm,
But you are safe within my arms,
We continue our beginning as friends,
Yet now something so much more has been sent.
The preacher reads his book,
And between us, passes a look,
Full of love and devotion,
And promises of fiery emotion.
A ring held in my hand,
And before me you stand,
Do I take you, my life,
To be my lawfully wedded wife?
What more could i ask for?
But to hold you forevermore,
Do I always want to be with you?
What a stupid question, of course i do.
Drowning in my SinOcean of uncertaintiesDrowning in my Sin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything crashing down on me
I cant hold on much longer
Ive lost my grip
Head is slowly going under
I can almost hear the thunder
The rain crashing on the sea
Forever pouring down on me
And I take my last breath in
Swallowed by all this sin
Is this what I deserve?
Ive done wrong
I guess this is the end of my short life
The end of all my strife
But Ive yet too kiss the clouds or hold the air
And this is when my heart begins to tear
Perhaps there was a sign
Telling me it was not my time
But Im down to my last breath
This sea will be my death
Liquid ice engulfs my throat
Its become impossible to float
I guess Ill die alone with my sinning
Wish I could go back to the beginning
Hero's LamentThis is all far too much for one to bear,Hero's Lament5 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The Count, the Princes brother, and the Prince himself
All cried shame upon me, yet I confessed, truthfully
That I spoke not to any man that night.
Yet still they cast their shame upon me
And before all those in attendance they shamed me.
My own father hath wished me dead
And Beatrice doth stand beside me yet alone,
For none else shall stand beside me, so great this shame.
How is it that a thing so simple as vows of marriage,
Could turn and twist so cruelly upon oneself?
I admit myself wooed by the Prince in the name of Claudio
And profess my desire to have wedded him.
Yet by some twist of Fate, instead, so it seemed,
I was doomed to spend my years living as dead.
At least some light hath come out from this dark nightmare of mine,
For my cousin and Benedick have once more claimed love
For one another. Really, twas not so hard
To deceive them into love once more.
Indeed, could not have been done, were not there
Still feelings for eac
Diseased One, No Shelter HereIf there was a way to start,Diseased One, No Shelter Here5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently
Dreams Like Smoke I'm a burnt-out boy with a broken guitar and three wishes to spare. I sleep with them under my pillow and try to dream of happiness. But I know that you'll disappear if I open my eyes. So I told you I thought I loved you but you just looked at me with those eyes and saidDreams Like Smoke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This isn't a fairytale, lover boy.
We both know I'm too young to recognize the taste of tears.
I wished for fiery passion.
And your lips tasted like ashes.
I wished that you'd see me for who I am.
The Tears That Would Not ComeThe Tears That Would Not Come9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Tears That Would Not Come
By Amanda Hopper
I woke up this morning I felt so cold, I got up and felt as if I were all alone, something wasn't right something was strange. I walked around my room to see if anything was out of place, but everything was there but it was so weird my room was so nice and neat, and I could not remember when I last cleaned it. I went to the window and looked out on to the lawn the grass was so long and the flower beds hadn't been keep, But I remember just the other day when Mom and I were planting the garden and dad was mowing the lawn. I closed my eyes and I can still remember it, We were laughing and having fun flinging small clumps of dirt at each other and dad almost ran over our lawn knobs.
When I open my eyes I was surprised to see that it is dark out side , the sky is cloudy and it is raining. Wow I must have really been zoning, I walked to my door and look back at my room , that's strange, my bed was neatly made and the pillow was fluffed as if
Behind These Hazel Eyes So there's this guy that I kinda like. The only problem? He's not my boyfriend. Thats a big problem you say? Well, kind of.Behind These Hazel Eyes5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
My boyfriend and I haven't exactly gotten along lately. As for the reason, well it's a stupid one. He thinks I spend too much time with other guys. And as if that isn't enough, he also thinks I'm cheating on him. Me? Cheat? Honestly people, do you think I'd do that? Okay, some of you do, big deal. The truth is what matters, and the truth is that I'm not.
Well, why would he think something like that then? Simple, he's just jealous. My best friend happens to be a guy, and one that my boyfriend used to be my boyfriends best friend. Obviously, you can see the problem there.
So yeah, I guess we'll start off with the fight that started this whole thing. Sound good to you? No? Well too bad, this is my story.
August 18, 2008
period pleasewhen were youngerperiod please4 years ago in Other More Like This
we just want to get older
cause its a sad and lonely world
when you dont know how words
like love and pain feel
and i bet muted colors
wish they could be bolder
and i want to be
a chair in your living room
where i can watch
but say nothing to you
and i bet this poem
wants to have a period or two
like how when were older
we just want to get younger
cause its a sad and lonely world
when you know how words
like love and pain feel
I see."I see," said the blind manI see.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he picked up his hammer and saw
and headed out to sea.
Boy.He has skin like dusk. The blue that comes right before the black. Skin like water in a dark cave and veins like grapes and blood that pulsed beneath his surface like blackberry juice. As a whole he looked like a gem; an alien carved from the stones beneath the Earth with fingers that reached and stretched like emaciated, black trees. Eyes like balls of white cream. Irises of November orange. Teeth of marshmallow squares. Raspberry tongue. Oil slick hair.Boy.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He lives on an island that represents royalty and reflects politeness. A blue and red flag. Warm drinks in the afternoon for calmness. His blueberry skin stands out against the dishwater clouds as if he was copied and pasted from a place of blue into the place of grey. Like cardboard glued on cardboard. Life was a four year-olds art project with marvelous colors, shades and hues. Shapes that dont fit together. Especially his shape. He was curved and pointed in all the wrong places and didnt fit with the other shapes or col
My Life ParadedEverything is just so complicatedMy Life Paraded1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life always seems so over-rated
People have left me feeling jaded, hated, and degraded
But I'm just faded, partially sedated
My feelings shaded, gated, and blockaded
I feel obligated to go back when my mind was not so invaded and raided
But I cannot just be persuaded to give in to ideas that are predated
I'm at conflict, rather collated
I used to be elated
Presently those feelings are belated
But God knows I've waited
Maybe it's fated that I have to wait to be satiated
For now, I sit and watch, fascinated
At other people's lives happily unaided
Until mine has been recreated
Confessions of a MeataholicConfessions of a Meat-a-HolicConfessions of a Meataholic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. Lent began four days ago, and I've already wished in the innermost reaches of my heart death to several people. This year, I really took to heart what you said about giving up something that you truly loved, and replacing it with the love of God. I thought really hard about the one thing that I loved the most and figured that caffeine was unobtainable. So, my next choice was meat. I had a theory as to how to circumvent the wanting to eat the tender, moist, tasty meat and put it into action as soon as lent began. Besides, I figured that it was for the betterment for all man and woman kind. So, I set out to be a vegetarian for forty days.
The day after Ash Wednesday everybody decided to take up meat. In one class, a peer sat on one side of me, and began eating his orange chicken take out. I turned my head, as to not be tempted, and the person on the other side opened the wrapper for his beef chimichanga. I am convinced
I love you alwaysI have no cards left to play,I love you always4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And nothing left to say,
But, "I love you."
I tried to catch your heart,
Captivated in your spell,
Beauty that takes my breath away,
And something more to know,
All I want is you,
But in this game I lose.
I have no cards left to play,
And nothing left to say,
But, "I love you."
I played my hand,
And spent some time in your eyes,
Lost in bliss,
Now I miss,
Everything I dreamed we'd have,
And every embrace I imagined,
I have nothing left to call you back,
To pull you to my arms,
All I have now is the battered broken heart.
I have no cards left to play,
And nothing left to say,
But, "I love you, and I'll love you always."
Forgive me for my lack of grace,
My bad humor and charm,
For all the things I wanted to be,
Dreaming of you on my arm.
I know it's over,
But somehow my heart won't let go,
I should have let you know,
I love you,
And though you've walked away,
My heart won't give in,
I love you,
Everything and Nothing .Im ugly because Im not gorgeous .Everything and Nothing .4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Im gorgeous because Im not ugly .
Im a slut because I kiss my boyfriend in public .
Im prude when I do not .
Im smart because Im not stupid .
And Im stupid because Im not smart .
Im weird because Im unique .
Im a poser because Im not .
Im popular because I have alot of friends .
I have none because Im not .
Im awkward because Im quiet .
Im obnoxious because Im not .
I am all of these things .
I am none of these things .
Give me a second thought .
Gifted XXX Chapter one: AnnaChapter one:AnnaGifted XXX Chapter one: Anna4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"34 kilometers south; 2 kilometers west; shoot" said a pink haired girl almost emotionlessly. She was standing next to a younger looking girl with a huge gun in her hand. They were standing atop a roof of a building,high up in New York City. The younger girl adjusted the gun according to what the older one told her and pulled the trigger. "Bulls-eye" said the pink hair girl, he eyes glowing pink. "Anna," said the younger girl "what are you having me shoot at?". "what else?" answered the older girl "Agents."
The younger girl was wearing an orange raincoat and had a pink tote around her shoulder."Alice..." said anna "We have to go, now." Alice's eyes widened "Why?" she asked immediately "If any one is coming I can just blow their he-". "ALICE!" anna interrupted, "We dont have time to wait around, someone needs us now.Alice stood up and grabbed her gun "who?" she asked as she took her gun apart and put it into her tote. "A young boy, named Hampton Camile." she
Goodbye LoveMy hands tremble as I readGoodbye Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is begging me to plead
The letter holds my deepest fears
And inside I hold my raging tears
You watch my face for what's to come
But slowly I am going numb
My eyes sweep over the final line
I use all my strength to say I am fine
My heart, it twists inside my chest
We both agree it's for the best
We choose to make the wiser choice
But still I long to hear your voice
In my dreams you sing to me
I hum the quiet harmony
You take my hand and Kiss my palm
Then suddenly my world is calm
I pray I'll never have to wake
But sleep is something you cannot fake
And dreams can only last so long
Too soon reality ends our song
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had..5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's
Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
Mood ScientistLower-case Pronoun-er,Mood Scientist4 years ago in Other More Like This
unimportanize it all
and make my world seem single-planar.
if there's not a noun or
verb I know to express it,
I'll architect one up.
I'll be careful not to step on any toes
or, god-forbid, intrude upon the easily upset
overly romanticized versions of you
keep me away, keep me awake,
keep me afloat.
I know how it feels
to have your fill and then
sesquipedalian, as it may be.
Escapee and Regurgitator,
I can try my best,
or not at all,
depending on the time of day
you catch me, if you can.
CHARACTER and MOVIESCHARACTER & MOVIESCHARACTER and MOVIES5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Character thats the Buckleys Movie AUSTRALIA confirms to myself. The real meaning of ! Coherence, courage and love are shown thats possible everywhere.
After a trip through last Eastwood's movies - great, as always - Australia makes a rescue on values, beauty, genre, childhood, respect for native people and traditions.
At all, more than a strictly touristic campaign.
Different on the diversity and origins the real and the foreigner -, South America belongs to the New World, the Pan America that deserve an special attention after the continuous destructions from the well known very old Crowns with
it new forms of colonization:
the financial investments, the supporting to the dictatorial governments with it crazy politics, our suffering as a nation, the bad using of the name democracy.
for a real Man - Barack Obama
for a real Women Mrs. Nikole
Pyromania.This is stupid. So he blows smoke from his nostrils.Pyromania.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hes not an insomniac. Insomnia is overplayed. Its like a popular song. Overrated. Hes not depressed. Just a little weird. Smoke comes from his nostrils and he feels like a dragon. Insanity. Pyromania.
He finds himself thinking of things like matches, and producing images of pushing out his lips as if he might kiss the flame on the end of the wood. Instead he blows and the fire moves away. It bends away from the wood and reaches its body towards the sky. Hes lying on his back. Hes a dragon.
He wants to eat the flame and feel himself smolder. He wants it to dance inside him like a happy feeling and he wants his insides to crumble and float like flying pieces of floating, blackened faith. He wants to taste fire but mostly he wants to spit it from his puckered lips. He wants to kiss the air with flames and heat. It looks like magic and feels like love.
He's a dragon because he likes fire, and n