The Ugly TruthLet's have it out in the open.The Ugly Truth5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
There will be people who answer this to tell me that I'm wrong but I know better.
The other kids told me I was ugly when I was a little girl. Funny thing is, I remember now that they were older than me. Partly because they were older than me, I believed them utterly. Now, oh now, I wonder how could they say stuff like that to a little girl four years younger than them. I remember that their parents treated me like shit too though I still don't know why to this day, almost 30 years later. That was Louisville for you.
Strange - I have never in my entire life attempted to psychologically damage anyone else so deeply. I just don't want to. It's not in my nature.
Another funny thing is that my profound belief in my own ugliness almost never wavered as I grew up. Looking back, I realize now that I was not ugly when I was a teenager. I probably wasn't when I was in my twenties as well. But no one ever went out of their way to convince me otherwise. Instead they
Alone on an October NightAlone on an October Night3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alone on an October Night
Once there was a man walking home at night in the country. He was in no hurry; he had lingered at the inn later than he should have, drinking with other local men, and he knew that a tongue-lashing from his wife awaited him. Thus, he walked at a leisurely pace, holding his lantern aloft, admiring how the full October moon alighted the nocturnal scenery. It was so beautiful, he thought, the way the autumn color was visible even in the moonlight.
He had reached the bridge to cross over the creek when a dark shape arose suddenly in front of him. From whence the thing came he'd never be able to say. Nor could he put a name to its shape. It was darkness, darker than the night around him, and its shape flowed as if blown about by an unfelt wind. The light from his lantern utterly failed to illuminate it. For a moment he was so astonished at encountering this thing on the bridge he had crossed a thousand times or more in his life that he was unaware of his own
I can only hope...Breast cancer last stage lump she diedI can only hope...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The news passed through my ears like whisper in the night.
I had barely heard it when my mother first told me. My brain had to process it.
My body continued to move, unloading the dishwasher as it was programmed to do.
But my ears were no longer listening to mum's words. My mind raced with questions.
I had no awareness of the world around me.
no No NO!
The news made it's way through my body, attacking against my defences.
Denial had overcome me. It froze my brain. It blocked my tears. It protected my heart.
It couldn't be true, it simply couldn't.
You didn't have cancer, you weren't in the last stage, you couldn't have died
The denial felt absolute, I didn't think it possible for it to shatter.
The news attacked relentlessly, however. It won it broke my denial.
I can still picture myself, every movement that I took to go upstairs.
As I looked into the mirror, s
Mighty TreesThese sweet plains of purposeMighty Trees2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seem to dry so fast
But we retain the first one
That's always fed us in the past
Friendship fuels the sense of worth
We use to lay our seeds
They may be harvest grasses now
But mighty trees will one day be
--J. Shidler 2012-12-02
You're unforgettableEnglish:You're unforgettable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm desperate and lost again.
Trying to find something to hold on.
Thought I'll forget you through the time,
How unforgettable you seem now.
It's madness now, it's like I'm mad,
I can't imagine worlds without you.
I can't forget you, despite time
That passes through me, without touching.
It's like a circle with no end:
Forgetting, loving and remembrance.
I thought you won't be there again,
But yet again. And now I'm speechless.
My mind is searching for escape,
For something to break off the madness.
How childish was of me to think
I could forget you and just leave it.
Forgive me now, I won't speak.
But even with closed eyes I see you.
I would have left, if it could happen,
If just I could, I would forget.
But time's a wave, can't I forget you?
I stand alone without escape.
The world's a maze, without an exit.
You're unforgettable again.
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working for..chapter 7working for..chapter 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Working for Mr. Sasuke Uchiha
Chapter 7: Departure
The characters from "Naruto" belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
The delicate sounds from the small duster were heard not even a inch away from where Sakura stood brushing the dust off the book shelves. To say she was distracted was an understatement, she had been thinking about the ball all day.
She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss or the way it felt, or how he kissed her back and even pulled her closer. She could not believe something like that had even happened to her, she had kissed the stone cold man everyone had been talking about. She had melted into his arms and gave into temptation, and after having just that little taste she wanted more.
She blushed at the thought and almost giggled as she picked up a book to dust off some gatherings she had missed. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when she heard a powerful muffled yell from down the hall. It frightened her to the point where she dropped the book she was holding.
Plead For ReleasePlead For Release2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plead For Release
God, I hope I'm doing this right
I was never really one for praying
God, Please look at me in my eyes
I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry for everything
Even though I'm just another one of your creations
I wonder why I was born surrounded by destruction
I know nothing of your pity
But I still want to try and believe in thee
I crumble down to my knees
And I beg of you, please
Destroy every nightmare that I have ever slept
Break and shatter every mirror in existence
So I don't have to dream of what I've become to be
So I don't have to see what has finally become of me
God, I was never really one for confrontations
But this is where I have to draw the line in life
Because hearing the truth is like learning an important lesson
Just like when I was told that it's all okay, it's okay to cry
Because everything just seems to happen for a reason
But now I know nothing, nothing except grief
I just hope this life of pain is not an inheritance
Because I've become so
Rejection.Stop.Rejection.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart breaks bones,
one breath at a time.
Lungs reach for nothing.
from the words you choked me with.
And my eyes,
see nothing but the snow falling,
in every season.
Purple ice cracks and bleeds.
And blue lips pinned between teeth,
keep my tongue in place.
Mountains in my chest,
anchor my feet to this spot;
this spot where you dislocated my dreams.
Little Round TopLittle Round Top3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A ghost story written at the request of my friend, ForeverBigBlue68 .
I met a ghost today. I'm not speaking metaphorically. He was a ghost, dead as a doornail, and as real as I am standing here before you.
This morning I decided to leave the rest of you and get the only solitude I'd be likely to enjoy on this trip. Everybody was so exhausted from touring the battlegrounds and snapping photos of the monuments yesterday....
I drove over to the parking area and ascended the fall-splashed hill to the summit of Little Round Top. I tried to imagine myself there on that muggy July day in 1863, tried to see the thick smoke from discharging muskets, breathe the acrid smell of gunpowder, hear the shouts of the confederate line as they barreled up the hill ...tried to sense the fear and adrenaline...
But all was quiet save for the crunching of leaves beneath my feet. The air was crisp and cool and smelled of distant wood smoke.
I came upon him sitting in a clearing, as solid as the trees around u
Autumn LeavesThe concrete bench was cold under the grey sky and the leaves that had almost all fallen from the trees crunched underfoot. Against the sky the trees were nearly bare and their branches were still in the evening calm. The surface of the lake was flat. A woman walked along the path holding an old man by the elbow. He walked slowly and with a slight limp, and leaned on her arm and on his cane and scuffed his shoes in the dust every step.Autumn Leaves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My knees are bothering me," the old man said.
"Do you want to sit down?"
"It is the shrapnel again, certainly."
"There is a bench right over there."
"And this cold. They always pain me when it gets cold out."
"Maybe we should sit down. Have you seen a doctor lately?"
"I don't like the hospital."
"The doctor could help, you know. You could walk again."
"It always feels so" he stopped with a pained grimace.
"We should sit down."
"I am fine with my cane. I don't need the doctor. I can stand on my own. Back in the war, you know"
"Sit," said the
NostalgiaI'd say you have a flawless mind at its finest,Nostalgia3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But then I remember you don't have a heart in the slightest.
Those sleepless nights and morning excitement,
With them combined were our lovely messages sent.
You stole my heart and took my breath away,
Upon thinking of us together is when my mind would sway.
I gave you me, my soul, my heart, and my happiness; you had it all in your hands,
And then the tables turned, time changed; and it all became a gamble to have it all.
The messages stopped the way they were,
Within days, I found myself fragile, broken, upon the concrete floor.
I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you,
Neither do I regret the moments spent together.
I wish you had told me the truth so that I knew,
But you hid it all; you played my heart ...
Without those intentions, and hurt my soul.
And now, I am stuck while the world is too busy in its own hole.
Reminisce A Love SongThese days you spend surrounded in a dark cave.Reminisce A Love Song4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Candlelight be the sanctuary you pray.
Yearning for rest, begging for comfort.
No knowledge they know of to escape that place.
No key to proceed into the light you seek.
Cry out, poor souls.
They cry out together.
Trembling hands know not of their fate.
But hope be guide among such sorrows.
Joy it is you seek? Freedom it is you pray for?
Reminisce upon me, love grant you a safehouse.
Past memories written and bound in heart.
A slow dance to our favorite love song.
Reminisce upon a love song.
When Mother is OutYou are a lady.When Mother is Out4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shall not cry, You shall not shout.
You shall not dance around in your underpants
When Mother is out
Dead To MeLost at seaDead To Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dead to me
The children scream
As they're blown to pieces
What have you done to everyone?
What has humanity become?
Smashed to pieces
Left to die
Destroyed in seconds
No mercy will hear them cry
For they're all forgotten
The children of war
And their all remembered
For destroying them all
The world isn't fair
But nobody cares
So much war
So much death
So little left for them to live off
So much war
The beauty in this world
Seems to be un-seen
Through all the pain and horror
The un-seen beauty is everywhere
Ascension and Descent of a GodThe Ascension and Descent of a GodAscension and Descent of a God7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time there was a small bug called Alphonse. He wasnt particularly spectacular as bugs go six legs, four wings, two shiny black wing cases that sort of thing, but he did have one ability which set him apart from all the other bugs of his species he could summon the rain.
Alphonses ability had first been noticed by his eldest brother, Cyril. As usual, hed been teasing poor Alphonse, who, at just three days old was still a bit tottery and suffering from leg-cramps from having been cooped up in his egg for far too long. Cyrils idea of being a big brother was to poke Alphonse with a pointy stick and then run away, laughing like a stag-beetle. For the first two days Alphonse put up with it, because he didnt know any better, being just newly born. However, by the afternoon of day three hed had enough of his brothers shenanigans and turned on his tormenter.
Im going to drow
Vague thoughts...Don't ask me to love you againVague thoughts...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask me to stop loving you
don't ask me things I can't do
even when you know I would do anything just for you
Stop saying that you love me
but please, please! never stop loving me
let me think that you already forgot me
and that you're happy without me
Make me think that she is the love of your life
make me think that I no longer matter to you
maybe then I could get you out a little bit of my mind
maybe then, this stupid heart, hurt and in love, can rest a bit
Because "he" can not stand it anymore
because "he" beats each time with less force
because "he" beats each time with less feelings
because "he" is tired
But I appear there...
encouraging him to continue
beseeching him not to stop loving you
asking him to continue with this sweet suffering
begging him not to end with this sweet curse
Alone Please note I'm not a very good writer... I haven't actually writen anything before... let alone published it to the internet... I just felt Like I wanted to post this :/ I also appologise in advance for spelling and grammar mistakes, and would appreciate it if you didn't critisise them ._.Alone3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At first it's just a small tug on your heart. Unnoticeable. Easy to ingore.
It will begin to aggitate you, build up. Like pent up emotions crammed into a tiny jar.
You will ache. You begin to feel tired. Unhappy. Stressed.
Everyone is in the way.
You snap at thoose around you. Pushing them away, not letting them help.
You heart begins to feel colder and colder as the days go by.
Family and friends are unneeded and unwanted in your eyes. For at least that's what you think.
People begin to ignore you. Like your just part of the background. Blending in.
You are alone.
The pent up emotions seem to dissapear. Like they were never there in the first place.
Your eyes are dull. Lifeless. Cold.
Flor MarchitaFlor Marchita5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tiempo atrás la flor germinó
¿Recuerdas amiga cómo fue?
¿Recuerdas tú cómo pasó?
Tiempo atrás la tuve
Nuestra flor entonces creció
Con el suave roce del viento
con todo el amor floreció
y alimentamos con el suelo
que abonamos con amor.
Tiempo atrás la flor sufrió
Todo aquel peligro del hielo
Que envolvió nuestro corazón
Todo aquel horrible elemento
Que nos envolvió sin razón.
Pero la flor siguió viviendo
La flor poco a poco creció.
Siguió nuestra flor creciendo
Como si nuestro corazón
Siguiese como uno latiendo
¿Recuerdas amiga cómo fue?
¿Recuerdas tú cómo pasó?
¿Recuerdas cuando la tuve
En mis manos llena de dolor?
¿Recuerdas cómo la sostuve?
¿Recuerdas cómo se murió?
Amiga mía, creo que miento
Si digo que sabes qué pasó,
Si digo que te oí un: "lo siento"
Prologue: You and Me"Sweden, hurry up and answer the damn door!"Prologue: You and Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Berwald rolled his eyes behind his spectacles. His sort-of-friend Lars was always like this, but with one exception. He seemed almost excited right now; someone new was moving in with them. It wasn't that Lars was particularly fond of this person. In fact, Berwald put it all down to his controlling nature. Their new roommate was joining them, a new nation teaming up with each of their own, and so to Lars, it meant more power.
Lars stomped down the stairs quite hurriedly as Berwald swung the front door open to a measly, pimpled teen holding a thin square box.
He croaked his well rehearsed "Pizza delivery", quivering at the sight of the blonde who loomed over him and raised a brow before turning to Lars, who had come up behind him.
"Ah I ordered pizza. You didn't want any, right?"
Berwald stepped back and allowed Lars to take care of it. He paid the delivery boy, without a tip, took the box from him and closed the door. He turned to Berw
The Workers and the WheatThe Workers and the Wheat3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"You are God's field" (1 Cor 3:9).
As I considered these words and the many comparisons made between the faithful and seeds, plants, and wheat I thought to myself, "How difficult it is to be the wheat!" Indeed, as the wheat we are dependant upon others and God for our own growth. But if the planter was wise and the cultivator good then the wheat flourishes. For "I [Paul] planted, Apollos watered, but God caused the growth. [Neither of us is anything], but only God, who causes the growth. [But], the one who plants and the one who waters are equal, and reach will receive wages in proportion to his labor" (1 Cor 3:6-8).
Indeed, when the wheat flourishes it is kept and the laborers are honored. But if the wheat is sickly it is burned and the laborers rebuked for producing a weak crop. So too there are those who have given us our faith, those who have cultivated it, and those who safeguard it.
Children, do you not see how fickle your faith is? Yes, many of you and even me are like ch
Stop"Stop,"Stop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself.
"Stop before you get hurt."
But I don't.
I don't want to stop.
I'm already hooked
on the way you smell,
on your immature jokes,
on your touch.
But my body fits
nestled against yours,
and my mind meets your thoughts
"Stop before you regret this."
But you know exactly
where to place your hands,
what to whisper in my ear,
how to play rough when the lights go out.
But I can't.
The way your body twitches
when you dream
just feels too right.
"Stop before you ruin it."
But you catch me off-guard
with your honesty
But how could I stop now?
When this is all I've wanted?
Forget Me NotDon't forget me.Forget Me Not5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo
Hope in darknessThe world is unexplainably arising,Hope in darkness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From night and day, and giving sense of fear.
I'm crying now, in light as well in darkness,
I feel so lost between my own cold tears.
I know that some warm light will come my way once,
I know that you will come and help my soul.
I know that you will stop those killing whispers,
But now I feel so desperate and cold.
The time will pass and leave the world unnoticed,
My tears will go, and fear eternal light.
The whispers are forgotten, once I see you,
But now I hear them crying in my head.
Can all this happen, while I feel so lonely?
I want to see you, see your greenish eyes.
I'll wait, till you will come, to help me living,
I'll wait, and once you come, this all just dies.
This all will pass, just when I see your eyes...