For all the WritersI am fourteen, going on thirty. I am the broken hearted, the ecstatic, the dying. The tricked, the liar, and the past. I am the hate, the caress, and the future. And yet, I feel nothing. My pen bleeds the words of your heart. And your mothers. Your brothers. You great aunts. The words of the heart of the world.For all the Writers7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Gliding smoothly across paper...I am the heartbroken, though my heart is whole. I may never have known love, and I may yearn for it deeply. I may have been broken once, and pulled myself back up, and given up on love. I may be in love, that fickle, beautiful thing. Swollen by affection and the freedom of being tied to another.
A blot of ink leaked upon a letter I am the ecstatic, though I may cry. I may be in mourning, but you see only my smile. I may be nothing (doing, feeling, knowing), but you hear my laugh. I may be giggling, if only to hide my tears. I may be frowning, but you seem to think I kid. I am the ecstatic.
A crinkle in the perfect white pape
I love you...Sonic: 18I love you...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I slowly opened my eyes, only to be meet with the morning sun. When I got up from my bed, it felt like I had stones in my stomach.
The floor was all cold, and it felt like my feets were like ice-blocks.
I slowly walked to my closet and then opened the door. I looked for my warm socks, and when I finally found them I put them on my feets.
Slowly the ice-blocks started to melt and my feets were like my body temperature again.
Then I walked out of my room and down to my kitchen. I could feel my stomach growling at me, and I hurried to make my breakfast.
I could tell that it was cold outside, so I looked out the window and saw snow slowly falling down from the sky like soft feathers.
It was really beautiful, but then I heard my stomach again and kept doing my breakfast as fast as I could.
It didnt take long until I sat down at my table, and started to eat my sandwich.
I laid against the wall and looked out from my window.
DepressedYou go home,Depressed12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saying your life sucks,
Remembering all the bad things in one day,
how many horrible feelings you had in one day,
and wondered how it was possible, in one day.
Looking at everyone around you,
knowing everyone despises you,
talks about you.
You try to be confident,
you try to ignore the sh**,
but in the end you know you cant
These people tear you apart,
not knowing you have feelings,
they ignore you
ruin your life,
and they dont even know it.
You try to ignore the sh**
but in the end you know you cant,
because these people tear you apart,
and dont even care.
Choose to Become Gay by NorumuChoose to Become Gay by Norumu12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Reasons to Choose to Become Gay
1) To become rejected by society.
2) To have multiple groups against myself.
3) To raise risks of being physically harmed.
4) To raise risks of being mentally harmed.
5) To have less rights in the states.
6) To risk loosing family support.
7) To risk loosing friends.
8) To risk loosing chances at good jobs.
9) To get flamed for being a flamer.
10) To be a large target for rude jokes.
11) To be described as animals to others.
12) To be talked about as things among the law.
13) To raise my chance of being lead toward suicide.
14) To lose my chance at a rightful marriage.
15) To hide myself from everyone else.
Who wouldn't choose to be gay?!
DepressedI sit here alone listening to the rain,Depressed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to believe the words everyone says.
"youre Pretty" "I love you" are phrases I often hear,
but who really means it?
and who is sincere?
I doubt you would even tell me the truth,
so youll tell me what will make me feel better,
but if it isnt the truth,
then why should I care?
Eventually in the end,
Ill probably get hurt,
That always seems to happen,
I get treated like dirt.
So next time you want to tell me you care,
Make sure you mean it,
And that its sincere.
FloatiesFloaties11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
" Baka floaties. " Vegeta muttered as he adjusted the orange floaties around each of his arms. Ever since Bulma had
that new 300 foot deep pool installed the ouji didn't want to take any chances with it. He adjusted his blue swimtrunks.
" Hey there, Vegeta-san~ " Turles grinned, poking his head into the doorway to Vegeta's room.
" What do you want. " the ouji said flatly.
" HI Veggie! " Goku chirped, poking his head in as well. The larger saiyajin wore his gi.
" I'm hoping you suddenly appearing was simple ironic timing, Kakarrotto. "
" Nope! I've been waiting for Veggie to wake up and come swimming with me, but he was taking so long that Turles
wandered into the room and asked if I'd help him with his movie-script! " Goku said happily.
Vegeta paled, " MOVIE scri--- " he glanced over at Turles and narrowed his eyes, " This is an attempt to influence
Kakarrotto's mind into a semeland, isn't it? "
" Isn't it? "
" ... "
" ... "
Turles grinned wickedly.
Vegeta sweatdropped, " Ah, I'll uh,
The WallflowerThe WallflowerThe Wallflower11 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
By: Skylar Inari
The Wallflower sits in a corner, shoulders hunched against the onslaught of pounding noise. The place is almost deserted and that only serves to widen the gulf between the Wallflower and those friends. They laugh and talk about things the Wallflower doesn't follow, a quick hug and a hello is all they have to spare.
The Wallflower knows that coming was a bad idea. It had not seemed smart even when the idea was first proposed but the need to go out and socialize had been too strong. Now, the Wallflower would have rathered stay home and read - it would be less distressing than the aching loneliness that tightens throats and makes eyes burn.
The Wallflower does not think of coming again. Learning from mistakes the Wallflower won't make them again. The bright lights, loud music and thrashing bodies are all more foreign than the wildest novel. This is not a place for the Wallflower.
The Wallflower's place is among the dust and smell of old books, new books and
The Amazing 'Mosh Pit Man'The Amazing 'Mosh Pit Man'10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stale music fills the air with dread
all the bands egos having been fed.
The final band to play that night
emanates an aura of mysticallity and fright.
They Pick up their instruments and start to play,
But not a single person jumps up to create a fray.
Their surreal music fills the air
met by casual glances and blank, lifeless, stares.
The party seemed so lifeless
In need of death's last caress.
The music picks up, a faster tempo
Life returned, they wake up instead of laying low.
They still need a leader, someone in whose footsteps they can follow.
Then at once the Mosh Pit Man emerges, staring at a moon not all so hollow.
"Let's Go" he says, and starts a brawl to last ages.
Through broken bones, fractured skulls, trampled limbs, and destroyed property it rages.
He picks up a guitar and begins to shred
He tore up the strings until his fingers bled.
The guitar now stained from his blood deep red
He continues to play his bones taking fingers stead.
A strange marking now appears on his fo
She'd Never Die AloneShe'd Never Die Alone9 years ago in Teen More Like This
He stood at her grave, staring at it with hurt eyes. She was just lying there, underneath the ground, nothing left of her but her body, because he was sure her soul had left him.
She fought, fought for her life, and sometimes fighting isn't enough. Because she gave up, and somehow the deep feeling of sorrow eating him alive was whispering to him. Whispering how it was his fault, his fault she was dead. Tears rolled down his face and he clenched his fist, looking at the grave. He watched as his tear drops hit it, and wished it were her standing here. Standing above his dead body, screaming inside. Crying inside. Dying, inside.
But it wasn't. It was him. It was him who was going to have to face each day without her smile. It was him who had to face each lonely night. And it was her smile that haunted him, that wouldn't leave him alone. It was ripping apart his soul.
His fist unclenched, and the tears poured harder down his face. If he had just fought for her a little more, cared a little
Return To SenderHello again, my invisible friendReturn To Sender11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to believe it's already summer's end
Heard a cold winter's just around the bend
And I don't want to spend it alone
Haven't heard from you in weeks now
And I just wanted to let you know
Heard a song yesterday that reminded me of you
So I sang along with the radio
Remember when we were kids
And I claimed to be strong?
Things haven't been so easy lately
So I'm inclined to think I was wrong
Found a whole stack of pictures
From the time you hung out all morning at my place
And it's nice to look at how you've changed
But I don't recognize your friend with the smile on his face
Cynically speaking, I'd say he looks a lot like me
With a retained faith in the whole human race
A draining bank account but happily unemployed
A plethora of healthy friendships not yet destroyed
Or otherwise tainted by his own faults and insecurities
Still swimming in the euphoric high of a new experience
Not in love but also blind to the harrowing sensation
Of having to tast
The Genocide of the MusesWillingly, I commit the greatest arroganceThe Genocide of the Muses11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accepting the existence of a higher being
So that there is a cause to my recent dilemma
Giving me something to blame for my own problem
So what's the deal, Mr. Omnipotence, Omniscience?
Why is it that despite my greatest intentions and wants
I can't seem to find any present inspiration for the taking
Short of cutting myself free of physical confines I retain
Blood on the paper in the form of a springtime swallow
Instead all I see is a shapeless blot of vital red ink
Out for a walk I go, safe in the knowledge that all great art
Is derived from the eternal, unwavering collective human spirit
Forgive me for saying this, but my faltering faith fell further
About the time that my disposition was so peculiar to the public
That my backpacked, smiling self was completely stomped and reduced
To the mercy of truck horns, screaming pedestrians behind their wheels
Caught in a social archetype that they can never hope to possibly escape
To me, I'm breathin
Broken heartBroken heart8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rip my flesh from my bones
Take me from the place that I call home
My broken heart longs for you
So that I may hold you a little longer
But it seems that you must go
My love my hope all lost in you
Since you left i can only hope to love
But my broken heart wants only one
EyesYour eyes are so dark, your eyes are so blue,Eyes10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A portal to pleasure, a gateway to you.
I try not to look, I try not to stare,
I am entranced, no other care.
Your eyes are like water, ever so deep,
Holding your soul, a treasure to keep.
Like eyes of an angel, they drive me insane,
For something angellic, they cause to much pain.
Perhaps not an angel, a demons instead,
Putting these thoughts, into my head.
And in my thoughts, a question does dwell,
Eyes of an angel, or demon from hell?
Dinner at SixDinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at house, dinner in telephone wires spinning to the stove. Electrical wires, live wires cut behind the stove spitting sparks. Heat - heat spinning in perfect circles, circling under the stove, licking sides of the meat inside.Dinner at Six12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at my house: steak, cow steak, buffalo steak, stake through the heart of our relationship. St[eak/ake] in the oven popping and sizzling and spitting in our eyes. Cooking - rare, medium-rare, medium:
Dinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at my house alone. Pull a knife from the drawer: stake's burnt how I like it now. Stake was burnt when I put it in the oven. Steak is well-done how I like it: pull a knife from the drawer, pull the (meat) from the oven and set it on the counter. Juices seeping, spreading on the pan, sizzling and popping. Juices clear
SarahIn the very beginning, there was no sign of light.Sarah10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An endless tunnel of darkness, with no exit in sight.
But then you found me wandering, in the bottomless pit of lone.
You also carried a lantern of care, that's light was widely shown.
You guided me away, from that evil tunnel of saddness.
And you turned that hate inside me, into the highest, utmost gladness.
The peaceful twinkle in your eye, and your ultra soft touch.
Made me want to cry in joy, because you cared for me so much.
I soon found out I cared for you, and that all feeling were the same.
That you were not just in my mind, but my heart was claimed in your name.
So now we are in a new tunnel, that covers our heads and above.
But insted of a tunnel of darkness, we are in the tunnel of love.
SometimesSometimes6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sometimes I feel happy.
Sometimes I feel alone.
Sometimes I feel depressed.
Most of the time, I feel all three at once.
Im always surrounded by people,
But I still feel alone.
I know that I shouldnt feel depressed,
But sometimes I just cant fight it off.
It just consumes me, almost like a suicidal thought.
What can I do? All I ever want to do is cry.
I like YouI like You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like you,
And I know that you like me too.
But I just cant wait much more.
You know that I want a relationship,
But you say thats something you cant give me.
You say that you like having me over,
And enjoy my company.
I cant wait for you to get over someone,
You deny that that isnt whats its about.
But I know better.
Soon, youll lose me,
And Im kinda figuring that thats what you want.
So goodbye and good luck.
Thirteen TrialsThirteen Trials7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her blood she spilled, anguish seething from the depths,
Her heart she filled, with translucent friendship,
Cry not for her loss, but for her gain,
It's not a friend she lost, but her innocence and the game,
She ripped, she tore, driven by the unknown,
She tugged at the edges 'til there was no more,
She left not even her home,
She lied, she stole, fueled by liquor,
Intoxication before then none the quicker,
Some lessons are learned,
Through a great ordeal,
Some come with sacrifice,
And wounds that never heal
No Other Way To Forget3 AM and bathing in the moonlightNo Other Way To Forget11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clutching a bag tightly and waiting
Six hours to salvation and nothing to do
Listening to a million bus stop lullabies
Fast drying tears stain her face with makeup
As she closes her eyes and says with a sigh
"No matter what I led myself to believe
This was never home to me."
Wide-eyed and independent minded, she set out
Found a place for her, got a job around the block
The foundation and framework for stability was set
As far as the eye could see, so far so good
Yet much to her grief and dismay
This all changed one cold March night
When the angel opened her door
And let a tornado in to play
The loud rumble of her combustion chariot
Jarred her from her restless slumber
She wiped her eyes of sleep and sorrow
Got on the bus and never spoke a word
Sat down by herself just momentarily
Soon accompanied by a smiling girl
Not unlike who she once was long ago
Thus began a small talk concerto
"Where you from?" "Where I'm going."
"Why'd you leave?" "Lapse in judg
Chapter 9 - Universe of JewelsChapter 9 - Universe of Jewels11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure
Love stinks yeah yeah"
Chapter 9 – Sushi and Children
All three of them walked in silence as they reached the town. It was different from the Elvish crystal cities. True, there were some use of the Elvish crystal but the majority of these buildings were made out of wood. However they seemed even more remarkable than the homes like Ushen's, these houses were in the trees and around them. Grand crystal staircases lead for miles around large tree trunks and bridges combined tree-to-tree, making highways out of crystal and wood for as far up the colossal trees as they could see. Tabbi looked up in complete and utter awe and so did Seth. They even both thought for once alike. *Wow.... This is amazing...*
"Wow... how did they do that?"
museum waltzmuseum waltz11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I visited the San Diego Art Museum. The artwork was amazing. The one thing that really struck me as odd was the certain ballet or waltz if you will, that was conducted while viewing works of art. There was a certain pattern or dance step that one must do in order to go from one artwork to the next without bumping into another onlooker. It is rather poetic. The fluidity of motion. Awe-inspiring. Depending on which way you entered the room: step to the right, one step back, another step to the right, one step forward, and repeat. Next time you are at an art museum, observe the other dancers.